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[shadyhan]

[ There's a man going around the red zones of the city today! And he's doing a pretty bad job of being sneaky about it. ]

[ ... Rather, he's pointedly banging an iron rod against anything that'll make a returning noise. ]

Finding these things is taking way too damn long...

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[bannedfromchan]

[here there be quiet rumblings]

[shadyhan]

[ ... Rumblings? ]

[bannedfromchan]

[yes. as if the pattering of heavy feet carried by the pattering of things falling...

and the possible sound of an "ohshitohshitohshit"]

[shadyhan]

[ ... Maybe I shouldn't be standing in the middle of the street... ]

[bannedfromchan]

[wouldn't recommend it but then again, collateral damage?]

[the rumbling is louder now and includes the distinct kick up of clouds of dust, as if something large and fast is coming this way]

[shadyhan]

... What the hell's going on-

[bannedfromchan]

[There's now a tiny figure coming very very fast ahead of the dust cloud. It's hard to make out what's following it.]

Getougetougetou-!!

[shadyhan]

[ ... Wow you don't see that everyday. ]

[bannedfromchan]

[It's coming faster and getting exponentially closer until suddenly it's the figure of a running man waving a frying pan-]

GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!

[shadyhan]

Oi oi oi-!

[ Side-leaping now, yeah. ]

[bannedfromchan]

[Following the frying pan man is a large basilisk the size of a small van, tail whipping, teeth dripping. His head is swinging back and forth as he tries to focus his gaze. It may seem as if the man is coincidentally blocking the line of sight with his frying pan?]

Aha, nice to meet you again!

[shadyhan]

[ ... Running alongside sure. ]

Oi, tell me how you found that thing.

[bannedfromchan]

Ya want one? I'm sure we can share!