With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

[deathknellgrell]

Who: Godzilla!Witch!Grell Sutcliff and SIREN'S PORT
When: July 14th - 15th
Where: The ocean off the coast of Sector 7; sector 7 itself; the transportation depot between sectors 4&7; sector 4
Summary: Grell turns into a witch that resembles Godzilla, except more fabulous, and rampages through Siren's Port. Details here!
Warnings: RAWR

Comments

JULY 14: late afternoon/evening

[deathknellgrell]

[ Burbling in the ocean, just off the shore of Sector 7. As the tide comes in, beachcombers will see little red hearts washing up onshore. But be careful - if you touch one, it will explode. Also, there's a small craft advisory. Get too close to the strange, glowing patch of ocean, and your boat will burst into FIRE! ]

JULY 15th: early morning

[deathknellgrell]

[ Did you choose to live in Sector 7 for its remote, bucolic peacefulness? Not today! THIS is your 6 am alarm call! Rising out of the ocean is a terrible, awful creature, 400 feet high (or 122 meters, rather, since it's Canada.) ]

MooooooOOOoooooOOOOOooooo--THUD!

MooooooOOOoooooOOOOOoooooo--THUD!

[ And watch out for the flying cows! ]

Near Nueva Las Noches

[fightswithpurpose]

[Nelliel is returning from a night of eating the darkness monsters for sustenance when she spots an extraordinarily strange creature, standing taller than any of the buildings in Sector 7.]

...this city gets stranger every day.

[myselfexcluded]

[What's this? Washu actually taking the street instead of the link between her lab and Szayel's closet? SOMETHING MUST BE UP. Either way, she's running towards Nelliel from the house, looking a little winded and surprised, but otherwise calm.] What the hell is that thing?

[fightswithpurpose]

I have no idea...but I will send messages to the other Espada. I don't want that thing to damage Nueva Las Noches.

[She doesn't doubt that she could win. What she doubts is her ability to win without substantial property damage.]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William has been searching for Grell all night. But it was nearly impossible to pinpoint him with the presance of the darkness and it's inhabitants all around.

But once the early morning siren's wailed and the darkness disappeared, William sensed something. Something dark and powerful...and growing!

William quickly manifests to where the sensation is emanating from. The beach is a mess of debris and a violent wind blows past. William can't yet see the horror that is the witch Grell's soul has transformed into, but he does notice Grell's body. Lying limp in the sand. He rushes to it, attempting to rouse Grell even though he can sense, quite clearly, that there is no soul within; not even a tarnished soul gem hanging around his neck. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ WItch!Grell is already starting his mindless rampage. Howls and cow thuds sound in the distance. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ It comes to mind rather quickly that the dark aura he can sense is more than just a severe storm. He should go after it and find out precisely what has happened to Grell's soul, but he can't bring himself to leave Grell's body lying here.

He hoists it up in his arms, frowning down at the excessively pale skin and salt water soaked red hair. Having never had to deal with a body upon death beyond reaping it's soul, William's almost unsure of what to do with it.

Especially here, in Port, where the rules of death hardly apply at all.

William swallows hard, holding back whatever emotions are trying to surface and manifests back home. He'll clean Grell off and tuck him in on the couch for now. ]

JULY 15th: mid-morning

[deathknellgrell]

[ Were you planning to take public transit anywhere today, Siren's Port? Too bad - the 10 am Port Express has just been EATEN. Are you one of the screaming victims trapped in the train? Or some poor retail slave forced to work on a Saturday, tapping your foot, waiting for a bus that just won't come?

Or , worse yet, do you live in this area, between Sectors 4 and 7? You're going to have to do quite a bit of cleanup - if you survive! ]

Re: JULY 15th: mid-morning

[benderisgreat34]

After taking stock of recent happenings, Bender begins his morning bright and early at the crack of dawn by heading down to a high-traffic street corner with a stack of brown cardboard under one arm and a five-gallon plastic bucket under the other.

At his destination, he looks into the distance to ensure that, yes, a giant monster is still rampaging across town, and plants the bucket on the ground in front of him. Reaching into his cabinet of a torso, he produces a handful of small change with which he 'seeds' the bucket with a jangly clattering sound.

He flips the cardboard over his head, letting it settle on either side of his torso to reveal its purpose as a crude sandwich board with a large arrow pointing downwards. He lights up a cigar and leans passively against the side of the nearest building, causing the arrow to conveniently point directly into the bucket's opening.

The sign reads (in surprisingly neat, precise handwriting):

MEATBAGS REPENT
THE END IS NIGH!

RELINQUISH THY
EARTHLY POSSESSIONS
THAT THOU MAY ENTER
THE KINGDOM OF
HEAVEN UNFETTERED
BY THY SINFUL WEALTH

major credit cards also accepted

[littlepinksuitcase]

[Meryl is trying to get as far from the giant beast as she can, as quickly as she can—she's no coward, but she's well aware of her own size and the size of her guns, and there's no way trying to fight it is a good thing. There are other people with real powers for that.

But she skids to a stop when she sees what appears to be a short man in weird armor with a ridiculous sign. She has to read it twice to be sure what she's seeing.]

Are you trying to take people's money at a time like this?!

[benderisgreat34]

[Bender sighs in a heavy, overly-dramatic manner as he rolls his eyes, before trying to give this random woman the old puppy-dog-eyes treatment.]

I'm not taking anything from anybody right now. Can't you see it's the end of the world? I only have the best interests of humanity in mind.

Being a soul-less robot, I can never truly experience the afterlife. Burdened as you are, I just want to relieve you of your... [He looks down to remind himself] sinful wealth, so that you can get the just final rewards you deserve.

Pour it all in, baby, there's plenty of room.

[meddler]

[ and the Doctor begins by... staring.

In all honesty, he should ne more shocked. But he knows Amy, the TARDIS, Jack and Rose are all out of harm's way, but...

he still worries.

At any length, he cannot help but stare at the sign. ]

What?!

[mostbeautiful]

[Dorian was sure he'd felt a shake that morning. It woke him up. But, a small earthquake was nothing unusual.

By the time he was done brushing his teeth and had his coffee, he'd forgotten about it. He heard the sirens. But, it wasn't like that wasn't common enough. eh sipped his coffee, scanned the network, and went to wait for the train.

Working in the language lab, he went to the school in the late morning. The 10am was his usual train. He stood on the platform with a twinky and a cup of coffee and...]

What the hell? Where is it?

[deathknellgrell]

[ Look up, Dorian. ]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

[ Of course, depending on your abilities, this might just look like a tornado. For now. ]

Re: JULY 15th: mid-morning

[cracked_container]

[Working two jobs can be a little tiring but not exceptionally so. Even so, that didn't mean Teito wasn't adverse to taking a bit of a sleep in when time allows - and this morning was one such time. Since he had Sunday off and Frau worked nights, it wasn't unusual for them to have a late start and so he'd only just sat down, Teito with his tall glass of milk and bowl of marshmallow-filled cereal at the kitchen table as he watched Frau over the rim of his cup, his gaze rather sleepy.]

...so when will I get to see this place you work at? Seems kind of questionable if I'm not allowed there yet.

JULY 15th: mid-morning

[ibreakrules]

[Frau's hair was nearly sticking up on end from his time in bed, but he didn't particularly care what it looked like. There was nobody here to impress with his looks. Not that it would matter if there was. His exposed muscles would do the trick. He yawned again and took another sip of coffee before even bothering to lift his eyes off the porn magazine he was reading at the table.]

Never. You'd get eaten alive. It's not the place for little brats.

[He flashed Teito a mocking smile and returned to his magazine. Some of his attention was still on the kid though. He knew full well his words would come back on him pretty quickly.]

July 15th: afternoon

[deathknellgrell]

[ Sector 4, home to the middle class, businesses, the baseball diamond, and the Newcomers' Towers. Will Godzilla!Grell wreak total havoc and destruction? Or will a plucky group of magical girls (tutus optional, Larry) save the Port from its latest horrific (yet fabulous) disaster? STAY TUNED!

GO GO GRELLZILLA ]

[recitings]

[Genesis had been staying home for all of the day on the 15th. He had seen some strange stuff on the news, but he didn't really pay it mind until he started to feel the ground shake at the house. Having a feeling that this was the monster the news was speaking of, he took Rapier from its display and headed out, letting out his one black wing as he shot up into the sky to try to face off with the thing.]

Re: July 15th: afternoon

[laurice]

[Sector 4 was once upon a time Larry's home. Now, he only pops into it whenever he's delivering his art commissions, grocery shopping, or maybe paying some friends a visit. But today, he's not doing any of that, especially not after tuning in to the news. The reports sound like they point to a witch (because witches are weird like that) but then again, he could be wrong. Only one way to find out.

He transforms into his Puella Magi self, orange tailcoat and cravat and all, before heading to Sector 4 as fast as he can (which is pretty fast and may include leaping from car to car, and then building to building in calf-high black boots.]

Waaaauuugh! It really is a witch!

[The first thing to do at a time like this, obviously, is to scream while standing on top of the Newcomers' Towers. Really, really loudly, and declare the obvious while gesturing with a bright orange halberd. Thank you, Puella Magi Obvious Magica.

Anyway, the witch is big and wreaking havoc and destruction, but Larry thinks (or hopes, or wishes) that he can handle this. So he runs to the edge and calls out while waving his weapon:]

Hey, ugly! Over here! You wanna piece of Larry Butz: Ace Puella Magi?!

[deathknellgrell]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

[ Yes, Grellzilla does indeed want a piece of Larry Butz: Ace Puella Magi. Remember how he smashed your pumpkin? This is worse.

Whooooooooooooooooosh! Now you're in the Witch Dimension. Watch out for the flying mameshiba! ]

[madeinoblivion]

"Titans!" [Joe Fieldman barks out over the communicator- this is one of the few times he's actually been out in costume during the day, and with the powers of his Soul Gem Contract called upon too.

Few people look twice at him, though, because most of them are headed in the opposite direction. This is a much bigger Witch than any he and Ahriu have ever faced before. And the radio news is true- the thing's just stomping everywhere!

Good thing they can pitch into try and stop it. (And that he had a full day to nurse off the hangover from Jinx's wedding. Too much rum and coke could give you such a bad headache the morning after that you might not want to see the light of day for 24 hours- who knew!)] "This is Darkbeat! Me and Sugar Plum are closing in on it!"

[He turns to his companion. If there's a grief seed to be collected here, surely it will be powerful enough for the both of them to share. Joe's been needing it, lately. In a way, something like this couldn't have shown up at a better time.]

You all set? I'm really gonna count on you this time, Ahiru- this thing's gotta be huge!

[motioned]

[The occasion is familiar, even if they've never had to face a witch this large before. She's used to this, running alongside him, preparing herself to be there for him if she needs to be. But in every fight before this one, she hasn't been the one to do just that; fight.

Deep down, maybe she knew this day would come.

She'd hoped it wouldn't, certainly; hoped that she go on without ever having to help hurt anything. And as they were rushing to the site, she had a sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to handle it alone. But all of these observations have been so buried under her natural, bright optimism that his words honestly shock her. It's enough to make her pause, almost stumble, even in her more graceful state.]

Count on me? What do you mean?

[whitefeathered]

Beneath the mask, Dove was almost as pale as her costume. Perched near the edge of a roof, she almost quivered, holding herself tightly against something more than just anxiety.

The . . . whatever it was wasn't fully clear yet, but it left a definitive trail of destruction in its wake so profound that she couldn't just ignore it.

Down below, she could see Joe and Ahiru also racing towards it. Larry had vanished some moments earlier.

It only secured certainty that there was a reason that she should be there.

[not_the_dreck]

[Asch was pounding home, sword unsheathed and still in uniform, though technically he had run off without orders. He was worried; for the house, for the people in it, for the fact that whatever this thing was, only a few people could see it...]

[And, well, he had to admit, he was a little worried about the dreck. A little.]