savetheearth | 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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[ Oh god he's so cool and hot and heroic and shit.

Unfortunately, Octavia is still pretty distracted. ]

But the demon--!

OCTAVIA WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND THROW THOSE DICE!

[And now he's got himself worked up so he's just gonna bite down on his hand and poof into a titan.]

[ WOW. RUDE. She hovers out of the way of his transformation, flaps up towards his giant-ass huge toothy face and gives him the middle finger.

Affectionately.

Then turns her attention back to the crabster, because OH GOD IT MOVED AGAIN. ]

Ergg! It's... It's moving so fast...

[ No it isn't. But whatever, she's talking to herself anyway. ]

Okay... If I just concentrate on the techniques my past life taught me about bullshit dice fighting... I should be fine. Okay. Lift the dice, quick shake, and roll...

[ And she does just that. ]

4-3-7-5-2-1-5-2: [PETAL GEAR????????]

[ A blue glowy robot straight out of the animes promptly forms out of thin air beneath her, about three quarters of Alan's height. As Octavia lands on it, it fires a missile at Refined Shell.

A missile that is also glowy and blue and magical. And shaped like a flower. Cute. ]

[While Octavia's rolling the dice, Alan rushes at the crab. The giant naked guy is actually grabbing its attention, and his attempt to punch it is stopped by a massive claw catching his arm. Since titans are basically made out of styrofoam, the arm easily tears off with a nasty ripping sound and a cloud of smoke. The titan roars with pain and rage.

Things aren't starting out so great. But hey, that magical glowy flower missile should help, right?

Right?]

[ WRONG. WRONGEST.

The magical glowy flower missile hits Refined Shell - then, with a faint chank sound, rebounds towards where it came from. Fortunately, Octavia is fast enough to jump off Not Metal Gear and get out of the direct impact zone as it fucking explodes.

Less fortunately, she doesn't entirely manage to avoid the hail of petal-shaped shrapnel that the missile releases. ]

Grrraaa...

[ She barely feels the white-hot lance of pain, since it comes with the empty pulse of an echo. She passes out very briefly - just for a few seconds - before unsteadily stagger-hovering herself into an upright position.

There's something very, very wrong that she can't quite identify. With her vision swimming unpleasantly, she attempts to wipe her eyes to clear her vision.

And fails, since she only has one left. Somehow, it doesn't seem to matter. She just knows that she has to keep fighting. ]

CRAB BATTLE...!!!

[Alan glances back a little at the sound of the explosion, but is too preoccupied with his own crab battle to notice Octavia's injury.

His right arm hasn't quite grown back yet, but he's managed to grapple one claw with the left, twisting so that he's out of the other one's grasp. It's not doing much just yet, but once he has both arms he's hoping to do some serious damage.

Let's do this, motherfucker.]

[ OKAY. Her last roll was clearly a bad break. A nasty bout of bad luck! Which means fixing things should be simple. Tavia glares at the crabster and blasts the shit out of it with her luck ganking eye laser while Alan has it distracted. ]

Aw yeah! You want...

[ --"some of this" dies in her mouth as she realises that, uh. No lasers are forthcoming.

Because her eye is kind of gone.

That's a thing. ]

...CRAB BATTLE...

[OH DEAR GOD.

...Is what Alan was saying if he knew what was going on. Unfortunately, he doesn't.

He wrestles the claw, slowly starting to gain a steady grip on it as his arm heals. While he's doing that, he squints in Octavia's direction, trying to make her out enough to see why she isn't attacking.

Since his titan eyesight is shit, he sees nothing and can only roar in a way he hopes carries across his meaning of WHAT'S GOING ON!?!]

EYAA!!!

[ Roaring back doesn't really have the same impact when you're a tiny wee fairyperson and not a huge musclebound titan. Shrugging, Octavia swoops down towards the rubble of a nearby building to retrieve something that's caught her eye.

It's a large, thick shard of glass, which gets waved gleefully in Alan's direction. ]

CRAB BATTLE!!!

[ Time to start trying to hack at the joint of the claw with the glass, y/mfy. ]

[OCTAVIA, NO. YOU'RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE. WITH... ANYTHING YOU'RE DOING, REALLY.

That doesn't really matter, though, as Alan is too distracted to pay much attention anyway. He's got a good strong grip on the claw now and is starting to slowly twist it back.

Shockingly, the crab is not too happy about that.]

PLOT: Refined Shell battle!

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