PLOT: Refined Shell battle!

[theearth]

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!))

Comments

[chalicejoker]

"Yeah, sometimes you wonder just how ridiculous your life is going to get..." The idea of mangling poor, innocent doorknobs on accident gets an understanding nod out of Hajime. "Been there, done that." He shakes his head at the memory. "Best I can do is tell you to treat everything like it's made out of paper. Or glass. Or balloons that are about to pop."

[professorwolf]

"I'll certainly have to. It's one thing to have scents and sounds right up in your face, all the time, but remembering to be careful with things... will take some time." And his poor house, in the meantime. He's not looking forward to the things he's sure to destroy. He's thinking he might be sticking to audio for the network for the foreseeable future-- and possibly not even touching his laptop, at all. Replacing that will be pretty much impossible.

He turns more fully to face Hajime, expression actually a big hangdog. "What a thing to get. Strength. Me."

[chalicejoker]

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Took a couple of weeks before I finally stopped breaking glasses..." There's a slight bugman wince at that. Super strength coming on suddenly when you work in a restaurant is no end of awkward.

And he might have offered a sympathetic grin at that hangdog look were he actually capable of emoting in this form. "I guess life's full of surprises, huh?"

[professorwolf]

"I suppose I ought not to be surprised about anything, after turning into a werewolf and seeing giant lobsters laying waste to Las Vegas, but apparently there are still things which can do it." And turning the weedy biology teacher into a powerhouse is definitely one of those things.

He squares his shoulders again, though, with a little huff at himself. "Standing around bemoaning it isn't helping anyone else. Feel like joining forces for a while and seeing what we might be able to lift, together?"

[chalicejoker]

"Sounds good." Hajime cracks his knuckles. "Bet I can lift more than you." The tone's light, teasing. Makes it easier to deal with things.

...and hey, he was always competitive anyway. It happens.

[professorwolf]

"I'm not about to argue. You probably can." Sorry, Hajime, Lyall is not a confrontational, competitive sort of person. He does give his friend a little smile, though, and claps his shoulder lightly-- a little harder than he intends to, but not too badly-- before leading the way towards the next place he smells fear.