sirenspull_logs | With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

[ 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 ]

[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.]

[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?!

Edited 2012-07-15 15:17 (UTC)

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! ]

[Oh boy. THIS IS FOR THE PUMPKIN!

Larry blinks as he finds himself in a psychedelic dimension; the colors seemed to hit him all at once. And yes, the mameshiba were EVERYWHERE. He steps aside to let one glide past, and when another inched dangerously close to him, he swung his halberd and cleaved it. He did not know what would happen if he touched one of those things, and he didn't want to find out.]

Take that!

[Then he decides that he can't just stay in one spot all day, and breaks into a run toward what was hopefully the way to Grellzilla himself in this crazy reality marble.]

Edited 2012-07-16 14:53 (UTC)

"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!

[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?

This one's a little big to handle on my own!

[Joe's never ever seemed afraid of facing monsters, and there's no fear in his eyes now, but the height on this this is a little daunting.

Instead, he's calling for tactics- something the Teen Titans practice missions have taught him, the importance of teamwork and strategy over full out enthusiastic recklessness.]

It's gotta be taller than most of the buildings around here...We need to figure out some way to get up on it- So I can hit 'em in the weak spots!

[Contrary to his lack of fear, she can feel the anxiety building within her steadily. What if she gets hurt? Worse, what if he gets hurt? Even if she's seen him fight a hundred times, this is beyond anything they've ever had to face. What if she falters? What if she doesn't falter, and regrets it later? But she's certain she can't do anything to really harm it.

What if they're both killed?]

Too big to handle on your own? I can't - you know I can't do anything to it!

[Because no matter how much she trusts him, the level of distrust she has in herself for a situation like this far outstrips it.]

You don't have any kind of powers that could help me beat this thing?

[He asks weakly, lips pulling back into a wince. Joe takes both of her hands in his and grips them tightly with encouragement.]

C'mon, this is what we're heroes for, what we've been contracted to do! And it's going to destroy everything, unless we do something!

[This is where it might have been better to partner with some kind of heavy hitter. He'd always helped Ahiru not because she was the strongest to team up with, but because she was someone worth fighting for, and guarded his heart from taking on too much darkness in her own way]

If you can just... help me get up on top of it, and distract it, I'll take care of all the ugly business.

[If she had known they were expected to kill things, she wouldn't have bothered at all. But she doesn't get a chance to say that, because suddenly his hands are grasping hers, and she can't help but look up to make eye contact. She feels calmer with him right there, there's no denying that, but her heart is still pounding in her chest.

Even so, his words manage to break through her fear. It's going to destroy everything. She knows he's right; however tragic it might be, there's no going back from becoming a witch. How many people would be killed if she was too weak to even help him reach the top of the monster?

She looks down, closing her eyes for a second and taking a deep breath, trying to convince herself she can really do this. After a few seconds, there's one though that cements it: if something happened and she turned into a witch somehow, she would want someone to stop her before she hurt anyone. And if this was the only way to accomplish it... Maybe in a way, they were freeing them.

So she looks back towards him and nods. Whatever the danger, they'll be stronger together.]

Do you have any ideas for how to get on top of it and how to distract it? And - are you sure you'll be alright if I leave you up there?

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

[ Grellzilla, meanwhile, is scooping up cars and tossing them into the air, like so many pieces of confetti. His feet stomp through buildings. He opens his gaping jaws - fiery hearts stream out.

If he gets any closer, they'll be drawn into the psychedelic, disorienting Witch dimension, with its polka dots and mameshiba. ]

If it falls over I'll....just...slide off it's back or something.

[He shakes his head- extensive planning was never his strong point.

But they're wasting time. That thing could be crushing cars and killing people!]

You could...uh...you could dance, right?

[She winces as he says that, the worry evident on her face. She doesn't expect him to have a solid plan, but the complete lack of a guideline isn't exactly reassuring.]

I could dance. I think I know a way to transport you up there.

[And then she looks towards the ongoing destruction; she knows if they get much closer, they'll be pulled into it's dimension, and that's really the only way to make physical contact with the witch. Before she makes any moves toward it, though, she turns back to the boy and hurriedly wraps her arms around him in a fierce hug.

Just in case something happens.]

But you have to promise me you'll be careful.

[He didn't expect the sudden hug, but Joe blinks and pulls her fast into his arms all the same, pressing his forehead reassuringly against her hair.]

It'll be okay. Of course I'll be careful- we can't afford to mess this up.

[One more reassuring squeeze to her hand.]

...You ready to cross to the Witch's side?

[She pulls away, but she doesn't release his hand, or break eye contact.]

I think - no, I'm ready.

Then we'll go together-

[Joe doesn't release her hand- they cross the witch's barrier in the same moment.

Not far from here, the world shifts into a realm that's far more colorful, disorienting, with all the floating objects and bright neons. His eyes go wide, to see the lizard-witch close up.]

Whooooahh! Ahiru, it's huge!

[And as soon as she realizes what they're really in for, her grip on his hand tightens as she takes a step towards him, frightened but fighting to seem unafraid.]

I didn't think... [But she trails off.]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

[ Mameshiba! Mameshiba everywhere! And goats!

...hey they got swept along for the ride from Sector 7! ]

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.

[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.]

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

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