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

[lordofimladris]

Of course, I will try. [Eliot promised with a smile before turning to Thorir.]

Thank you for all your help today, get some rest yourself and I'll call you tomorrow to check in on things.

[disdainfully]

I'll hopefully hear from both of you tomorrow, then.

[He'd ask them to check in when they get home, but almost assumes that he will be fast asleep by then.]

[thebalrogslayer]

I'll text you when I get in. [Gabriel squeezes Thorir's thigh as he passes him, smiling at him. He won't sleep until he knows that Eliot's home safe anyway, and this way Thorir knows to put his phone on silent if he's planning on going straight to bed (which Gabriel hopes he is).] Let me know how Killian is in the morning? And sleep well.

[lordofimladris]

Certainly, remind Killian to rest. [Eliot said with a fond smile as he heads out the door ahead of Gabriel. He would have promised to call that night when he got home but he had a feeling that as soon as he laid down and stopped again he would be asleep.]

[disdainfully]

I will let both of you know of his state, and do my best to have him rest.

[He's not sure how successful he will be with that, but he will try. That leg needs rest. Maybe move him to the living room for a while if he can't sleep anymore. At least he can easily pick him up and carry him over.

Thorir will see the two others to the still cardboarded door of the shop and watch them walk away for a moment before returning to wrap up a few more things and then head upstairs for sleep.]