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!))

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[detectivetroll]

Nick laughs at that before he can help himself, a startled, soft sound of amusement. He'd forgotten about the interview that was the reason Lyall was here in the first place, with everything that'd happened.

He lifts one of Lyall's hands, turns it around slightly to press a kiss to his palm. "We didn't want to live in Las Vegas anyway."

[professorwolf]

"Quite right. It would've been entirely unpleasant." The kiss teases a little smile out of him, despite it all, and he slips his hand up to Nick's cheek afterwards. He's pretty sure he's not going to try squeezing there and hurting anything. "Are you all right? Were you helping with the rescue, or the... whatever it was? The excitable giant crustacean?"

[detectivetroll]

Nick smiles, leaning in a little to Lyall's touch. "Both. Turns out super strength plus medieval weapons is actually a pretty good combination when trying to crack open a giant crab, but after that, there were a lot more people better equipped to take it down. What about you?"

[professorwolf]

"Mostly pulling people out of crevices or scenting out people under collapsed buildings. Apparently crustaceans make as much of a mess as snakes, when that size and color." He shakes his head a little, thumb moving just a bit over Nick's cheekbone, restless despite his exhaustion. "The strength didn't show up until sunset, and by then things were a bit calmer. If slightly less wet."

[detectivetroll]

"At least this time, you didn't have to wear the vest," he teases, almost absently. Now that he knows both Lyall and Anthony are okay, the adrenaline that's been keeping him going is starting to fade a little. "We'll work on the strength thing, okay? We can train together."

[professorwolf]

"At least." The wry amusement doesn't last long. He sighs at the promise, and leans over to lean his forehead on Nick's. They're uneven enough on the rubble that he can do that without having to stretch, or bend down to his shoulder. "Good. I like that idea. Doing it together, I mean."

[detectivetroll]

Nick's eyes slide shut, leaning into Lyall. If he wasn't acutely aware of where they were, he'd be pretty close to falling asleep right there. "Me, too. Just another way we're in this together, you know?"

[professorwolf]

Lyall's fingers tighten a little on the side and back of Nick's neck before he catches himself, and he lifts his head back up again, nervous. "We should go... or I should. I'm not welcome here, now that the actual authorities have arrived. And I feel disgusting." He's wet and muddy and his nice suit is torn, dammit. And the glares they're getting now are getting worse.

He tries for a smile. "Besides, you look ridiculous in that mask. I'd rather take it off you."