prepare for trouble

[waltharius]

Who: TWO large monsters duking it out, Walter trying to stop the one he's responsible for, and OPEN FOR DAMAGE CONTROL/FREAKING OUT
What: A hair monster and a stone bird wrecking a European capital
When: April 3rd
Where: Central London
Warnings: Destruction and chaos

[ He wanted some reflection. Some personal time. And he'd never been to London before. Spontaneity wasn't really Walter's thing, but he went, early in the morning so he could spend the afternoon and the majority of Good Friday in the capital.

If he had known how things would've turned out, he would've stayed at home. He would've never left his house again, because clearly, he cannot go anywhere without ruining absolutely everything.

He's unleashed the creature below London, and a colossus. Here, in the flesh (stone??). It just came out of nowhere, under him even. He didn't even have a chance to cling to its fur before it threw him off. Right at the hair. And evidently, that was considered an offensive move, because the hair went for the confused, thrashing colossus.

It all happened pretty quickly. In the end, London Bridge station is completely upended, the citizens are panicking, and there's a massive rock monster being throttled by hair. It breaks free after a bit of struggling and rises into the air, circling the emerging creature. The lights in its eyes have gone from blue to red.

After crawling out of some debris, Walter coughs and sends out a frantic network text. ]

MONSTERS IN LONDON

ANYONE IN LOCKE I NEED MY SWORD AND MAYBE MY BOW OR IF YOU HAVE A BOW I

I JUST NEED HELP ASAP PLEASE I AM GOING TO LONDON BRIDGE

THE SWORD IS IN MY HOUSE MY ADDRESS IS [HERE!!]

Comments

to Walter

[notbloody]

[There is a bit of commotion outside of his hospital room, and then a white ball of fur shoots through the door and jumps on the bed, and a moment later has crawled under Walter's blanket.

There are voices and running outside, and both are clearly headed towards this room as well. THERE IT WENT, they say, HOW DID A DOG GET INTO THIS PLACE]

[waltharius]

[ Walter's awareness is pretty limited. He remembers a few things post-Colossus slaying. Primarily, the decision to handcuff him to his hospital bed. "You understand," they said. After the events of the day, watching his skull sprout horns was enough to put them on edge. He does understand.

But he is awake and (somewhat) aware when Floweregg burrows into his blanket. She's on his non-handcuffed side, and he reaches into the blanket to pet her. And confirm that she is not a hallucination. ]

[notbloody]

[She wriggles in and under his arm, so when two nurses storm into the room it only looks like Walter is holding his arm at a slightly odd angle under the blanket. One of them asks Walter:]

Did you see a dog come in here?

[waltharius]

Dog...?

[ Just that much was difficult. The rest is going to have to be communicated non-verbally. Walter shakes his head, trying his best to look confused. He points with his... not-so-free hand, directing the nurses to the right of his room. Dog? No dog here. But he TOTALLY DEFINITELY ABSOLUTELY saw something dart that way!

He's partially banking on their reluctance to approach him. Maybe that'll actually work in their favor. ]

[notbloody]

[The taller nurse sighs with annoyance but marches through the room and out of that other door. WELL THEN LET'S GO.

Floweregg waits before their steps can't be heard anymore before poking out her head from under the blanket and peering up at Walter.]

Why did they put you on a hand-leash?

[waltharius]

Hhhn...

[ Hand... leash? Gosh, this puppy is adorable. He'd laugh, if he felt well enough to. He's reluctant to look at her, given the whole black sclera situation, but eventually, he's going to have to, so he rips that band-aid off ASAP.

Glowing blue eyes irises. That's also a thing. ]

I'm... scary.

[notbloody]

Oh. I heard of that. It's called a black eye, and humans get it sometimes when they're in a fight.

[That's what black eyes are, right... She'll wriggle up and stand on her hindlegs to sniff at his eyes though because they are weird and a bit scary.]

[waltharius]

...th... that's it.

[ Explaining... everything is too complicated. And he doesn't want to worry the poor dog. More than anything, he wants some time without any stress or worry. Kind of impossible, but a puppy helps.

His scent is... definitely off. And oddly faint. Walter tries to distract her with some behind the ear scritching. ]

[notbloody]

[...Licking his face tentatively? He's really weird and kind of sick and obviously feels terrible, and she's worried.]

You echoed something very weird.

[waltharius]

[ A nod. ]

But nnhn... no worrying.

[ A... smile? Kind of? It's so hard to manage that. But he wants to reassure her. Even though he's incredibly cold and clammy. ]

[notbloody]

[...not convinced, young man.]

I think you're sick. [Considering that they're in a hospital, it's not exactly something unlikely, either.]

[waltharius]

...little...

[ He's losing his credibility, dang it. Because he had so much to begin with. ]

Get better... w-will....

[ There, that's not... exactly a lie. He has no idea what the future will bring, so it doesn't count as a real lie. ]

[notbloody]

[NOT CONVINCING

sadly there isn't really all that much that she can do. Except for stay around a bit and lick his face, even though it tastes gross.]