savetheearth | PLOT: Refined Shell battle!

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PLOT: Refined Shell battle!

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

[ At eleven AM, a pulsing shockwave resonates throughout Las Vegas. Seemingly coming from somewhere deep underground, the ripple of force doesn't last long - but that doesn't mean that it isn't strong enough to make any nearby reincarnates stumble or fall.

The quake that happens soon afterwards is much stronger. Unlike the last, it seems to rumble on and on... until it reaches its crescendo with the emergence of a monstrous pink crabster from beneath the recently-flooded area of the city. A miniature tsunami accompanies the 300-foot behemoth, further damaging the surroundings not already levelled by the flooding and the quakes.

It doesn't take long for Refined Shell to get its bearings and begin its rampage. Everything within range can expect to be swiped at, stamped on or crushed between its pincers in its mindless rage.

You might say it seems to be feeling a touch... crabby. ]

((Helpful links - Refined Shell information! Last minute plotting roll call! Inspirational visual aid!))

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[ Fil... he wants to punch you for suggesting that, with his Gundam. You're lucky he likes you. Even though the suggestion is as annoying as Neil's, he couldn't argue with their logic. Since the shells seem to reflect attacks, they have no choice but to render it useless first. But that doesn't mean he likes it.

But there's something else that comes to mind. He doubts the giant monster will be as nice as it is now when the battle starts getting up close and physical. Fil being so close will be in danger if the monster thrashes around. ]

I'm getting you out of here first!

[ With that said, he lands Virtue right over the dwarf and set the Gundam to kneel. Opening the hatch, he drops the line elevator down for the dwarf. ]

Get up, I'm taking you to somewhere safer.

[Wait.

Has Christmas come early? He actually gets to ride in a giant robot right now? He doesn't expect it to be a long ride or a easy one, considering that Refined Shell was still alive and rampaging but still! ]

You sure? I can make it out just fine on my own! [He's still grabbing hold of the line though and hanging on.]

You're not fast enough, just get up. [ The line starts bringing Fil up steadily as Eugen keeps an eye on the surrounding. It's safer to carry someone from within that outside since he might accidentally drop them if something unforeseeable happens. But during fast paced battles, carrying them with the Gundam's hands is the only way he could do so without risking his own safety too. Consider yourself lucky, Fil.

It's your early Christmas present. He better gets his mythril armor.

The cockpit isn't very spacious, but Fil can certainly fits comfortably behind the pilot seat. Eugen is in his purple pilot uniform, facing a good number of screens. He smirks at the dwarf when he climbs in, ] Merry early Christmas.

This isn't the easiest thing to do the first time you know! [The carry line LOOKED more breakable than he liked, especially he now weighs more than an average human despite his height. But it seemed to work fine enough, bringing him up directly into the cockpick and steps into the open space behind the seat.]

And it's not even Halloween yet! Don't worry, I have something nice in regards to your armour in mind. [Sorry, it's not going to be mythril.]

You can take the dive down and come back during Christmas. I'm not going to be responsible if you turn into lobster food. [ The cockpit closes behind Fil with a soft electronic buzz as Eugen smirks at the dwarf. ] It better be mythril. You have an entire mountain, I don't want to hear excuse of there being none.

Hold on to something. [ If Fil is observant, he would notice there's no sign of airbags being present within the cockpit and the obvious lack of safety belts installed for the pilot of the Gundam. Eugen on the other hand, presses a few buttons on his control panel as he pulls the Gundam off the ground, taking it to air in a smooth upward spiral with ease. ]

Not complaining! Just an observation! [Fil rolls his eyes at the mention of mythril AGAIN.] There isn't any mythril that I've found in the mountain. Just lots of gold. I'll make your armour out of that instead. It'll be very shiny. Bright like the sun.

[It was easier said than done to find something to hold on to. In the end he settles for the edges of Eugen's cockpit seat, gripping as tightly as he could, gulping convulsively as the Gundam picks up speed and altitude.] Trying.

But that's heavy and bulky! I don't want something so eye-catching. [ He'll never stop mentioning mythril, Fil. Deal with it.

Unlike Fil, Eugen is already used to the G-Force of the Gundam, that's it until he has to endure hits. Those are still a pain to deal with and luckily for Fil, they are heading away from Refined Shell, so he wouldn't have to endure any of those today. ] You okay?

[ He slows the Gundam down when he notices Fil's discomfort. ]

Your giant robot is heavy and bulky and eye-catching! I'm just making something to match! [And Fil will deal with it by complaining copiously every time you mention it.

Fil is already feeling nauseous. It's kind of like a rollercoaster, but far far more intense.] Is it like this every time you fly this thing?

If I want something to match, I'll echo another Gundam! Don't be an ass or I'll throw you out. [ How old are they again?

That gets him to snicker. He thought Fil might indeed feels like churning. ] This is nothing, it get worse once I enter the battlefield. [ Even so, he's looking around for a safe place to land so he can drop Fil off. ]

I refuse to believe you have ANOTHER giant robot! Why would anyone need two of these? [While physically they may be adults, mentally they might be 8 years old whenever they interact with each other. ]

Oh Aule...you mean it's going to get worse? [Please let him off soon before he really does puke inside your Gundam. He's only just holding it in now.]

Hey, it's possible! Machines have to be upgraded regularly. [ Though honestly, he doesn't want another Gundam. One is enough responsibility. He's already super glad that this machine runs on infinite power engine. They had to worry about Banagher's Gundam because his didn't and if Eugen echoes one like that, he has no idea what to do with refueling. ]

Oh what? [ He didn't catch that. ] Lucky for you, it won't. I'm dropping you off as soon as I find a safe spot to land. [ Don't even try puking in his cockpit, Fil. ]

When people are talking about upgrading, they mean upgrade of your CURRENT one, not get a separate one altogether! [What will you do with all these giant robots anyway? It's not like you can recycle the old one!]

Never mind...it's from an echo. [Sometimes bits of echo-knowledge and habits seem to slip out like this. Fil's stomach rolled uneasily as the Gundam made a sharp (to him!) turn.] Find a safe spot FASTER.

There's only so much you can upgrade with the base system until it becomes obsolete. When that happens, you have to change to an entirely new one. [ He'll stacks them up for giant chess battle. Are you jealous? ]

You better hold it in or I'll make sure you scrub every inch of this cockpit sparkling clean. [ Speaking of which, he spots one fairly safe empty lot and decides to land so Fil wouldn't be puking all over him. The Gundam lands with a solid but gentle touch down, because Eugen is doing his utmost to keep the G-Force at bay for his dwarf friend. ] There. We landed. You can go down the same way.

[ Because Eugen landed the Gundam in a kneeling position, the distance downward is a lot shorter. ]

Excuses! [Oh he knows about upgrades. But he's feeling stubborn so he was arguing the point for the sake of arguing. And hes, he wants a giant robot of his own! Doesn't everyone?]

Thought it was classified or something! [And finally just in time! He can't wait to get off onto solid ground because he doesn't think he can hold it back any longer.]

Thanks for the save! And I'm off!

It's fine if I'm supervising you! [ Don't even think of getting out of it if you puke in the cockpit is what he's saying, Fil.

The cockpit door heaves open with an electronic groan before the line elevator drops from it holding place. ]

Don't move too soon once you're down here and stay safe.

[ Because he's pretty sure Fil will be hauling his stomach empty very soon. ]

We'll see if I still feel like it after I finish throwing up my lunch this time! [You'd think you'd want the source of the puke to get out as fast as possible unless you want want him to add more.

And then Fil was moving as quickly as possible to get out.]

Don't worry, it takes a bit more to kill me nowadays!

Well, I'm glad about that. [ In Eugen's opinion, not dying easily is something all Numbered should echo back. Seriously. ]

Hurry up and get out.

[ Apparently there's no courtesy whatsoever in their friendship. ]

I'm out, I'm out! What do you think I'm doing right now?

[Courtesy? What's that? They don't need it.]

[ Exactly. Courtesy is boring. ]

Good! Happy puking, Fil. See you later.

[ And he's off. Yes, Fil. He knows you will be puking. That's the exact same thing he did when he first piloted Gundam. You're lucky you don't have to be in the Gundam tanking Wise Snake. ]

[There is no answer from Fil. He's too busy puking his guts out and cursing you as the giant robot flies off.]

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PLOT: Refined Shell battle!

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