Tripping As Hard as He Can

[ceasetoexist]

[He’d barely gotten kept himself from pissing his pants the first time he saw it as it was now: a total field of red and black, mobile and immobile, stretching infinitely around him. It took every ounce of willpower not to wet himself this time upon seeing Giygas again. He would’ve questioned it, how it even got here, that it was impossible, but it clearly wasn’t. It felt just like it had when he’d first released Giygas from the Devil’s Machine: fluctuating between bitter cold and unbearable warmth, between utter quiet and ear-drum quaking sound…Nothing at all remained constant.

It shouldn’t be here. Giygas couldn’t be here.

But it was. And it was going to destroy everything in front of it, like it had been meant to.

Including him.

Pleading wouldn’t stop it. Bargaining wouldn’t stop it. The only thing he could do was run to the Phase Distorter and hope that might give him enough protection.

Might keep him safe while everything outside ended.]

[Hey Mayfield.

See pig-boy run. Run, pig-boy, run. Specifically, run incredibly clumsily, constantly looking over your shoulder and muttering and screaming either terrified gibberish or what sounds like pleas of “I’m sorry”, “I didn’t mean to”, or “Please don’t kill me” with the name “Giygas” occasionally thrown in there.

Like so many others, Pokey managed to get a whiff of the gas Luke had been carrying around, and now believes that an unperceivable psychic alien monster is slowly engulfing the town. Feel free to find him either

A) Running in terror, occasionally falling to the ground and willingly just crawling there as he looks behind him and babbles barely coherent apologies
B) Pokey has managed to get over your fence, thinking going through your yard will be a shortcut, and managed to get his dumb ass tripped up somehow, i.e. tangling his leg in a water hose or something ect.
C) If you’re on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey bumble his way back home, were he’ll immediately head for his Phase Distorter and sit in the cockpit, trying to curl himself up and looking positively terrified.]

Comments

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Well, you're not exactly fast. She'll just follow along]

What are you running from?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to stare at you like you're pants on head retarded for a moment, Tak.]

Are you kidding? Can you not see it?

So what's this gas thing? Did I miss something?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[she obligingly looks around for a moment; nothing appears to be out of the ordinary]

No...?

http://community.livejournal.com/junefield/75258.html

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just laughs maniacally.]

Amazing! Just...Have fun getting devoured!

[Don't stop moving don't stop moving.]

Well... damn. Wish I could have been in on that.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Devoured?

what.

Tak thought you had just pissed someone off again, but--]

Pokey! What is going on?! What do you see?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Giygas

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

That alien you worked for?

[She spins around on her heel, her robot legs out and forward like she's gonna shank someone with them]

Where is he? Where exactly?

[This is not concern shut up she just needs her meatshield intact even though she's technically the meatshield at the moment, hurr durr.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Everywhere....

Can't you see him? Feel him?

...Look, if we get to my Distorter, we actually have a good chance of survival. But we've got to go now.

[He...he's really believing this Tak. He isn't kidding around.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Neither is she. It is not hard to get an Irken spun up]

I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but...

[The robot legs turn downward and lift her off the ground. She holds out a hand]

I can get you to where you're going quicker.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His first reaction is to slap it away. Especially from someone he knows seems to share a lot of his beliefs.

But he needs to get away. And he's known her for awhile, so maybe...maybe...

He takes it.]

....I owe you.

[He tries not to sound bitter about that.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Without further ado, She hauls you up and securely wraps an arm around your back]

Hold on!

[And they're off like a big, fast spider on crack. Obstacles? Fuck 'em. Tak is leaping clear over cars and clambering right over buildings, hopping from roof to roof]

Tell me where to go!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he'll happily point out where his house is as they go. He'd be somewhat awed if it wasn't for, you know, the fact he's tripping balls and thinks he's going to be horribly eaten by a demonic space monster.

When they finally get there, Tak'll find a large, spider-like mech about the size of a mini-van. And it's looking at you.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She barely registers that the mech is looking at her - that's creepy - when she just dumps you in front of the thing and clambers up onto the roof, looking like she's ready for a fight. Invader training is kicking in hard, and it's telling her to destroy the "threat"]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just looks up at you as you clamber onto the roof, shaking his head frantically.]

No! No no no no! Get in the cockpit! It can't be killed! Not by us, at least!

Is it ok? I don't wan to be in the way of the folks who pick C

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her fist at you, wearing a crazy-warrior-woman expression]

Everything can be beaten! EVERYTHING CAN BE BEATEN, POKEY!!

Totally fine.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, you're utterly crazy now. But he warned you. That kinda sucks, cause he sorta liked you Tak, but he guesses it's your choice.]

[ooc: Oh, also, just so you know: Little Slugger's one of the C choices, and might end up beating Pokey to death. Which hey, is probably going to get him droned so Tak can proceed to try and do an autopsy on him later.]

Cool

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She sharply turns away, baring her teeth in the direction she thinks that Googi-thing is coming from. That big, evil, apparantly invisible all devouring thing...

Uh.

Now that she's had a moment think about it...]

Is there even room in that thing?

[OOC: Oh hey, yeah. We should probably talk to him about that, huh?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He nods a bit.]

It'd be a tight fit but, yeah. I can fit two people in the cockpit.

[ooc: Yeah, I'll message him in a minute.]</small.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She just shoves her way in.]

[OOC: Ok good. :> ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just scoots over a bit.]

Yeah. See. Knew you'd see it my way. He's terrifying, isn't he?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[frowwwwwn]

Shut up. It's simple self-preservation

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm not blaming you for it.

I'm just saying I warned you about it at first.