sirenspull_logs | With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

[ 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! ]

[ 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! ]

[ 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! ]

[ 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 ]

[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.

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

[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?

[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?!

[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.

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[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.]

[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.

[Teito would like to point out how very unimpressed he is with those muscles. It's also to his not quite awake state as to why he hasn't noticed Frau's reading material as of yet but... OH LOOK. Now he's awake.

A glower that could almost pass for a pout on a less serious teenager gets thrown Frau's way with the taunt, right before he flicks a milk covered spoon at the offending item, splattering it.]

I would not! Besides, I've worked in the brothels you've made me stay at so how is this any different? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT CRAP AT THE KITCHEN TABLE, YOU PERVERTED BISHOP?!

[Frau yelps when the milk comes flying his way and does his best to cover the magazine so it doesn't get destroyed. What is still splattered quickly gets wiped off.]

Hey you damn brat! Knock it off!

[He returns a dark glare at Teito as well. Leave his porn alone, dammit!]

Because of the owners here! The owners! And because I want to read it!

[That doesn't make a whole lot of sense to Teito, but then if the owners didn't want people of a certain age there - they were probably more responsible than the other places they'd been in. So he huffs a bit at that, then chuckles in triumph when the man scrambles to clean off the pages.]

... when was the last time you read a real book. You know - something with actual words and not just pictures?

[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?

[ Look up, Dorian. ]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

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

[Dorian looks up. He can't quite identify what he sees, some kind of weather pattern or... something. But, that nose. He spills his hot coffee on himself, gasps in pain, and takes off running.

He knocks a few NPCs over in the process. Dorian is not a hero.]

[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?!

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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! ]

[ From outside: ]

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOM!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!

But that's terrible!

[She puts her hands on her hips and gives him her best glare. Ms. Meryl Stryfe will not overlook rude people taking advantage of others even with that huge monster...thing...stomping around.]

This is not the end of the world! It's just some kind of...I don't know, science experiment or monster and someone will take care of it!

Besides, do you really think this is going to work? There aren't even that many rich people around!

[ Still from some distance away: ]

BOOOM BOOOOM BOOOOOOOOM!

"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!

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.]

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound

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