theearth: (Take on the world!)
Save the Earth Mods ([personal profile] theearth) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2014-09-26 06:16 pm

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!))
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Scowl)

[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare 2014-09-26 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't have to. Part of trying to keep having a huge harpy around was keeping tabs on him. She saw the whole thing go down.

Isabela knocked at the rubble.
"Blue? Blue, you OK? Damn it, Blue, you'd better not be dead in there!"
espigeonage: (☀You're so weak)

[personal profile] espigeonage 2014-09-26 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Julien had wondered about how little he could hear, but when he turned his head for a while water ran hot from his ear. That would do it, he thought vaguely. Everything sounded distant. There were sirens...

And Isabela's voice, after a moment. There was a relief, but it was cut short as something shifted and a brick fell, somewhere past his head. The board or whatever could break or collapse, he'd get killed! Julien tried to say something, coughed, and cleared the two branches to his syrinx.

"H-hey. Stop!" he managed. His throat was dry, but he really didn't want to try drinking whatever had him soaked. "It's gonna cave in! Isabela!"
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Say What?)

[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare 2014-10-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Good, you're not dead. All right. Just... Let me figure this out. How bad are you hurt in there?" she asked.
espigeonage: (🏃We'll walk slowly)

[personal profile] espigeonage 2014-10-07 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh - uh -" Julien took stock again. He ached bad, but he could move in the restricted space. There was a tickle down his windpipe. He was pretty sure that was blood at his hip - how had that happened? Some of the toes on his right foot throbbed unpleasantly. He couldn't tell if they were broken...

"I'm okay. Just... bruised up!"