PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

[theearth]

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]



[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

Comments

[vetala]

[Kanti is about to shout back how she will be the one responsible for Tavia's lack of hateboners because that is like half the point of her ashen bullshit anyways, except then it suddenly feels like something has jammed it's proboscis into the meat of her brain and injected a crapton of memories about someone who used to call her that very name.]

You... You used to call me that a lot...

[drama8om8]

[ Oops. Octavia might not know how Kanti feels about such things, but she's seen people use Alan's past-life-name on him before and he hates it. Better smooth this over. ]

Uh, yeah. My bad. It was an accident! What with all the. Stuff in my brain.

[vetala]

Oh. No, no! I mean it was sort of... A nickname? I'm not sure how you meant it, but I guess I will assume you mean it now in a friendly manner.

[She remembers being friends and a lot of talks, but they're a bit... complicated.]

Don't worry about it. It's fine. Ill-suited to me now, but fine.

[drama8om8]

Iunno about ill-suited. The fussy bit is true and that makes it at least halfway accurate. Maybe if you invested in some fakey-fake fake vampire fangs?

[vetala]

I am the least fussy and concerned for your welfare person you know. But if you would like me to start fussing, then I will.

[You will live to regret those words Octavia.]

I imagine teeth will come in their own time.

[drama8om8]

Hey whoa no. That wasn't a request for fussing! That was a statement of fuss.

And I'm pretty sure I'm going to get freaky teeth, too. [Just going to poke at her teeth. As you do.] But maybe not fangs? Like most of the assholes I remember had like. Whole mouthfuls of sharp teeth. Super gross.

[ She remembers Tavros, Terezi and Eridan's appearances. Nuff said. ]

[vetala]

Too late. You've brought this upon yourself.

[Kanti shrugs.]

I personally can't wait. Drinking blood like I've been doing makes me feel like a child.