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Something Massive This Way Comes | Crocker Univeristy
If you turn on the news at all this afternoon, you might notice that the entire city is in a state of straight up panic. The news reporters are frantically trying to find the proper words to say "A massive cyclops monster has emerged next to Crocker University and it is heading north."
Perhaps, if you're close enough, you'll hear the thing's massive footsteps as it cracks pavement and sends good town citizens screaming and running for cover.
Or perhaps you're listening into the police radio somehow, hearing their attempts to harm the thing go entirely to waste. Clearly, they aren't cut out to face giant monsters - that's up to somebody else.
It's time to shine, heroes!
((OOC Notes: First off, a reminder that if you participate in this battle, you will NOT be able to participate in the second battle, which will happen from the 27th-31st. Pick whichever one works best with your schedule.
Secondly, we are going to try a new battle format for this series of battles. Multiple attacks from multiple characters can be launched at once rather than needed to wait for a monster response between each attack. The way this will work is that you will make a direct reply to the most recent monster post, detailing your character's attack - do NOT reply anybody else's attacks. For now, this means you can also launch consecutive attacks, though there may be instances in which your character will have to sit out a round due to damages; we'll let you know if this happens.
Here's a concrete example of what a battle thread may look like.
At the end of this event, we'll try and get a sense about how you guys like this new battle method. We're hoping this will streamline battles a bit more and give everybody a shot at the action!))
Perhaps, if you're close enough, you'll hear the thing's massive footsteps as it cracks pavement and sends good town citizens screaming and running for cover.
Or perhaps you're listening into the police radio somehow, hearing their attempts to harm the thing go entirely to waste. Clearly, they aren't cut out to face giant monsters - that's up to somebody else.
It's time to shine, heroes!
((OOC Notes: First off, a reminder that if you participate in this battle, you will NOT be able to participate in the second battle, which will happen from the 27th-31st. Pick whichever one works best with your schedule.
Secondly, we are going to try a new battle format for this series of battles. Multiple attacks from multiple characters can be launched at once rather than needed to wait for a monster response between each attack. The way this will work is that you will make a direct reply to the most recent monster post, detailing your character's attack - do NOT reply anybody else's attacks. For now, this means you can also launch consecutive attacks, though there may be instances in which your character will have to sit out a round due to damages; we'll let you know if this happens.
Here's a concrete example of what a battle thread may look like.
At the end of this event, we'll try and get a sense about how you guys like this new battle method. We're hoping this will streamline battles a bit more and give everybody a shot at the action!))
ROUND 6
Eridan charged onto the scene, Aradia's freeze buying him enough time to line up a shot on a barely moving opponent. He would have several long seconds of doubt as the bullet hit and nothing seemed to happen, but soon the monster rejoined the regular flow of time and the wet sound of the hit could be heard.
The giclops howled, its massive lungs providing a deep bass rumble that shook windows and rattled debris as it clapped massive hands to its face. Milky ichor dripped down its cheeks like viscous tears as it glared its baleful hatred at its shooter.
It tore a chunk out of a building with a cry of rage, hurling the Volkswagon-sized projectile at Eridan. Fortunately for the fish guy the ogre's damaged eye affected its aim, and most of his damage came when a jagged piece of rebar crashed into his shoulder, leaving a wicked bruise and, even worse, tangling his scarf and dragging him along as the cement chunk grated across the sidewalk and crunched into a building. Eridan and his bike survived, but the scarf had paid the price: the end shredded and impaled on the rough protruding steel.
The giclops snarled to see how its aim had been wrecked and chose to kick a chunk of the road at Aradia rather than place its trust in a single projectile. Its thick-skinned foot and hideous strength let it dig its toes in like a human kicking dirt. She was sprayed with gravel and larger bits of debris, knocking her back and leaving another of painful but non-threatening lacerations and torn places in her clothing.
Its vision blurry, the giclops trusted in the compass tugging of its purpose and set off at a road-shuddering trot. The heroes were worrying away at it and wearing it down, but it had a stronger calling that it must fulfill, no matter what.
Eridan: That's freaky fish guy to you
Okay, yeah, this scarf is a flimsy, bargain-brand piece of shit and he really ought to have done a better job tying up the loose ends so they wouldn't become frayed ends. If he had been better at sewing, his actual outfit would have been ready by now and he wouldn't even have this problem. Alas, he had never quite gotten the hang of it and remained as slow as when he started, though with many less tangles and snags, and much better quality results.
As it stands though, he is paying for his failures, shoulder bashed and end of scarf snagged by concrete chunk and rusting rebar, drawing the material tight to his throat as he was pulled along. And he absolutely did not yelp, though that was mostly due to his strangulation problem as opposed to self-restraint. He’d gained cuts and scrapes and more than a few rocks in uncomfortable locations, before it finally lost momentum and he was able to tug the mangled scarf free.
Clambering back onto his feet, he observes his foe continuing its northward journey as he loosens where the scarf had cinched close and tucks the ends, or what remained of them, beneath his hoodie. He revels in the burning pain of his injured shoulder for a moment before shaking it off and convincing himself to put off acknowledgment of it until the threat is dealt with.
Eridan breaks out into a run after his foe, closing the distance between the creature, ceaseless in its push forward, and his next shot. Unfortunately, aiming for a weak spot like an eye was not an option this time, but being behind it had revealed some other prime targets. While the slashed ankle was tempting, and stopping it's movement would be ideal, it was hard to get a clean shot lined up when was being walked on. Instead, he leveled his rifle at the deepest, widest part of the cut along its spine and pulled the trigger. The caliber bullets he used may not be more than an annoyance, to a creature that large and of such complete bs anatomy, but he hoped one got lodged somewhere particularly irritating.
That would show it not to turn it's back on attackers… or not. The thing seemed the opposite of smart.
Nepeta: lets get ready to rumble
Desperately she overturned another pile of clothes that had accumulated on the floor, kicking shirts and pants in different directions hoping to find her mask. At last, a lumpy pant leg finally gave up it’s secret treasure, and the mask tumbled free out onto the bedroom floor. She snatched it up and stuffed it into the pocket of her vest.
It had been an interesting couple of weeks, between the imps, the dreams, and the meetings to discuss the weird happenings and powers, and now this- It made her glad that there were others, who were going through the same bizarre things. She was particularly thankful for Equius, who had been maybe a bit too eager to help her fine tune an idea she had had for a super hero worthy weapon.
With the bundle she’d received from Equius carefully stuffed in her bag, and her mask held safe and sound in her pocket, she rushed out the door, and towards where the news had reported the monster to be on the live coverage. Thankfully it had been working it’s way north, and with her feet moving her south, it would only be a matter of time until she would cross paths with the monster and those who the news had just reported to be on the scene as she had rushed out.
She pulled her phone out and wrote a brief message to her most important person, so he would know what’s up, then stuffed her phone back into the back pocket of her pants and picked up her pace.
:33 < hey smelly, guess what!>?
:33 < i’m about to go fight a giant monster with the claws you made fur me!
>:OO < i’m actually supurr pumped fur this!
:33 < hopefurly they work out well, but i’ll let you know how they are aftpurr the battle.
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Nepeta came upon a battle already underway, just in time to see a figure getting yanked around by flying debris, a collection of bodies in various states of upright, and downed, and a mass of hair attached to someone who was floating through the air. Shit had clearly been going down for a while. She pulled the mask out of her pocket and over her face as she approached, and crouched by a car left abandoned in the street to pull her claws out of her bag. Like some something straight out of a comic book, the claws were like long elegant knives that seemingly sprouted from her knuckles as she gripped the handles. She closed the bracers around her wrists, determined to fuck shit up as much as she could.
Nepeta skirted around chunks of cement and downed light posts, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings as she assessed the monstrous beast which charged straight at her. She took a deep breath and leapt, wrapping her arms around it’s leg and digging the claw blades into its thick hide as she did.
Sollux: Pay Attention Again
Finally, he was able to focus in on his surroundings again and looked around to see the giclops had gone far out of his range even if he wasn't battling a building migraine. Sollux headed towards it, but it would take him at least a few minutes to get there.
Dave: Fix your brother
"We need a sling," he mused, mostly to himself, and looked around for something that could work. Nothing but debris and the usual kind of crap lying around in a city. He didn't think his hoodie would work all that well. "Or a healer. Where the fuck did Feferi go?"
Dirk: Motherfucking shit fuck
"Goddamn fucking hell-" He muttered, his voice hoarse.
"I'm fine-" He tried to insist, but he winced when he rolled his shoulder. "Where the hell is my sword?"
Dave: u stop that
"No way," he countered, though he did glance around for the missing blade. "You're not going back out there like this. I'll knock you out if I have to." His brother was determined but there was no way he could fight with his shoulder like this. He needed a sling and ice, not more opportunity to get hurt.
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"I'm not just going to sit out and watch you fight that thing because I was too damn slow!" He snapped, harsher than he meant to. "I can fight with my other arm."
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He remembered what Dirk had told him about the party. "Besides, I'm a knight meant to protect you, right?" He couldn't help the cocky little grin that quirked his lips.
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He didn't fight Dave any more on the matter of the fight, instead leaning slightly into his brother. His arm did hurt a lot, and he knew it wasn't a good idea to rush into a battle with it like that. He'd end up being more of a liability than anything else. (Though if he had a sling...)
He sighed. He knew Dave was going to want to run back into the fight, and he didn't like not being around to watch his back. "Just- Be careful out there, alright?"
Feferi: Always arrive exactly when you mean to
He might not be her favorite person right now, but she breathed a sigh of relief when he ran after the monster. Damn the thing could go far on legs taller than she was. Fef spotted Marengo and a plan began to bubble up in her mind... only to be disrupted when she heard a familiar voice say her name.
Fortunately the Striders tended toward bright colors almost as often as she did. Dirk was on the ground with Dave hovering over him. She hurried over and grinned as she reached for Dirk's cheek for proper skin to skin contact as pink light wrapped around her hand. "At least the monster fin keeps moving so I should be fine even if I pass out," she said briskly, not bothering to ask what the damage was. She wasn't feeling great, but it was pretty obvious that the two of them being up and battleready would be a more decisive thing in this battle since she was hard-pressed just to keep up with the accursed thing. Besides, she could fix Dirk's forlorn look and that was well worth it.
She paused before touching him, looking seriously at his shades (and presumably his eyes behind them). "Just put me on the bench or somefin if I black out, ok? Isle be fine," she ordered, then pressed her fingers to his cheek, the pink light covering him as well as she healed him.
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"No!" He jerked away from her touch as quickly as he could, putting a little distance between them. "What the hell, Feferi? You can't just go around healing other people at your own expense!"
Still, he did feel better, and his jerky movements hadn't hurt his shoulder at all. Even the spot in his mouth that he'd bitten down on earlier was healed.
He scowled at her, more concerned than angry. "Are you okay?"
Feferi: Ignore scolding
She braced her hands on her knees as she nodded, then sank to the ground, panting. "I can and I whale if I want to," she said in between huffs as she began to get her breath back. "If you don't want me to heal you you just have to stop getting hurt!!"
Feferi grinned unrepentantly as she exhaled again. "Now go keelhaul that monster before anyone else gets hurt!!" she said, shooing them off. "Isle catch my breath and then steal Erifin's bike and catch up!!"