Tripping As Hard as He Can
Sep. 17th, 2010 11:35 pm[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.]
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.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-19 12:19 am (UTC)[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.]no subject
Date: 2010-09-19 12:22 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:26 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:29 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:38 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:44 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-19 12:57 am (UTC)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
Date: 2010-09-19 01:12 am (UTC)Everything can be beaten! EVERYTHING CAN BE BEATEN, POKEY!!
Totally fine.
Date: 2010-09-19 01:16 am (UTC)[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
Date: 2010-09-19 01:22 am (UTC)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?]
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:24 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:30 am (UTC)[OOC: Ok good. :> ]
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:32 am (UTC)Yeah. See. Knew you'd see it my way. He's terrifying, isn't he?
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:34 am (UTC)Shut up. It's simple self-preservation
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:36 am (UTC)I'm just saying I warned you about it at first.