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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Free?

[He shakes his head.]

You can't....no one can...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

False.

[Crouching inside the mech with the bat behind his back, though it is clearly visible above his shoulder.

The temptation is spiraling. Perhaps, with all the chaos in the streets today, he won't be caught. He moves the bat out slowly from behind, holding it low with both hands...]

Do you want out?

[I can let you out. Let me let you out!]


[ooc] ajkfhs sorry for adding to all the "alternative endings" for this post.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He can feel the words stick in his throat, and when they do come out, they're entirely breathless.]

Yes....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Request: GRANTED.

Slugger rises with his bat held high, seemingly unhindered by the close quarters. Worn on his face is the demented grin of a psychomaniac.]

'kay.

[And he drives the bat across in a swift arc, slicing through the air en route to the side of Pokey's head.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey opens his mouth to try and give a plea, to beg Slugger to stop.

But that never gets out as he's left reeling at the strike to his head. The pain Pokey feels is dim, distant. Like he's drifting in the ocean.

He blinks his eyes slowly. head lolling and trying to look back up at Slugger. To try and plead.

But nothing comes out.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Again, the bat comes down to strike within its previous point of impact and will continue to do so until Pokey is rendered unresponsive.

Slugger has momentarily forgotten his fear of punishment and attacks with reckless abandon, blood pumping full of adrenaline like never before.

BE FREE! ]

This to death or just unconsciousness? I'm cool with either.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He tries to put his hands up for a bit to defend him, but that doesn't work all that well, It isn't long before he isn't moving. At all.]

Up to you. :) Though death would cure the side-effects?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Exhilarating as it may be, his body eventually loses the energy to continue and the thrashing must come to a halt. After the final blow is dealt, Slugger backs away from his battered victim and drops into a crouch nearby, breathing rapidly to catch his breath.

Only now does his grin finally fade as he realizes he has to get away from here, has to escape while he can before he's seen. Once he believes it's safe to emerge, Slugger promptly climbs out of the Distorter and runs home.

Enjoy your break, Pokey.]