The Mighty Have Fallen - [ACTIVE, VERY OPEN]

[cloverlovesit]

Characters: The body of Cloverfield; any and all characters that want to investigate
Content: Cloverfield is dead. What is there to discover?
Location: Along the southernmost tip of the island
Time of day: Starting in the morning
Warnings: Just giant dead monster and all grossness associated with it thusfar; will be updated as the thread develops

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[bluecanopener]

As soon as he had heard the monster's death throes begin, Seymour had dropped everything and rushed out to see his creature's last moments. He had hoped, prayed to the non-existent deity of Yevon that the beast would live, but his wishes had gone unanswered. For the first time, he had been forsaken.

Cloverfield was dead.

His chance at Sin, at saving the people, was gone.

All of the work, all of the effort he had put into this already, had all gone to waste.

As he approached the body, he could feel his heart cringing, sorrowed for the beautiful creature Cloverfield had once been. How he ached to see her like this.

All of them... no one would ever be saved. He could not help them now. Sinking to his knees close by the carcass, the former maester bent over and let his tears fall for the first time since he was a boy.

[cannonwithagun]

Using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her eyes, and the tears that were forming there, Sara attempted to get control of her crazy emotions at this point. She couldn't tell if she was happy the monster was gone, or sad that a living creature had been killed.

Looking over one of the creatures legs, she saw a blue haired man kneeling down, looking like he was crying also. She walked over and stood a few steps away.

"I'd ask if you were alright, but I think I know the answer." She said quietly. "Now, is there anything I can do to help?"

[bluecanopener]

Seymour had definitely not expected anything of the comfort variety after his recent activity on the network, so the voice over his shoulder startled him. It took a moment for him to gather himself back up before he stood and offered her the Yevon prayer bow.

"I am afraid there is nothing anyone may do. We are alive, though we have lost something."

This woman looked to be in no better shape than he was and he wondered why, but did not ask just yet.

[cannonwithagun]

Sara blinked a couple of times at the bow, before proceeding to do a general one in return. She had no clue what the hand gestures meant, but she figured that if bowing was his custom, she could return it.

"Lost something how?" She asked, intrigued by his answer, as always, her curiosity getting the better of her.

[cannonwithagun]

Sara had left the hotel and ran down to the coast where she had been heard that the monster had fallen. Skidding to a stop when she got within sight range, she placed her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp.

It was true. The monster was dead.

But some small part of her felt bad, it may have been a monster, but it was still a living creature. She walked over to where it was lying, and reached out to touch it. Still amazed.

[cloverlovesit]

The monster's skin was cold, and felt like very hard, smooth rubber; much like dolphin skin.

[cannonwithagun]

"It feels like..." She stopped as she thought for a moment. "Like a dolphin or something..." She trailed off. Now that she had associated the monster with something familiar, she felt even worse.

She quickly moved back from the monster, pulling her hand into a fist and holding it at her side. From the inside of her eyes, she felt tears prickle.

Tears of joy or sadness, she couldn't tell at this point.

[invisiblelasers]

He'd run over as soon as he'd heard the news. This was his chance... Another chance to gain a little more fame! Sure, this Axel guy may have been the one to actually make the plan, but it wasn't like he couldn't take credit for it, right? Besides, a few random people in some netherworlds knew him by that name, so he could easily make it come off as that!

He just had to wait for Rikku to arrive with the camera to capture this momentous occasion on video.

Until then, Akutare busied himself inspecting the corpse, making faces as he prodded it with a pipe he'd found nearby.

[cloverlovesit]

Prodding the monster's skin with a pipe was about the equivalent of prodding a steel wall: it was solid and unresponding.

[invisiblelasers]

"Weird..." Akutare whispered to himself, prodding it a little more. He couldn't help but wonder just what level this thing had to be to get skin that tough.

[cloverlovesit]

Still no response. Whatever level the monster may have been, the skin wasn't budging to pressure.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Upon hearing the monster's death throes, Zack bolted over the the site, finding one very large and very dead Cloverfield half-laying in the river. Slowly approaching the body, the SOLDIER's heart was hammering in his chest, mako-blue eyes as wide as dinner plates.

She was...

She was really...

He grabbed a nearby branch and poked her again and again.

She was dead.

Big Mommy, Mama Grande, Cloverfield...

Was dead.

[cloverlovesit]

Poking the body didn't generate any response. He might as well have been poking a steel wall.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

"I don't believe this..." Zack murmured, hands trembling. It was really dead... it didn't roar or jerk or... anything. This was unbelieveable. A small, elated laugh escaped his throat as he turned and looked around, hoping someone he knew was nearby to show.

[psicofonia]

"We need to get out of here."

The blond had followed Zack after he heard the rumbling noises. Having never seen the monster before now, the corpse was enough to cause enough of an impression to make him wary of approaching the beast. There were no bullet wounds, no marks of any kind on the body...whatever killed it did it from the inside. Poison likely. Or a detonation from within.

Cloud wouldn't believe that something so big could go down so easily. Monsters a gajillion times smaller than It would've put up more of a fight. It was too good to be true. Hell...even the smaller crab looking things were harder to beat. Speaking of which...they should be doing a lot more than not bothering the mass of people gathering around the corpse. They were all in a terribly vulnerable position, ready to be picked off one by one should the monster feel like saying "SIKE" to them.

[furiousmustard]

It was a true shame.

He had quite liked the massive creature, though he'd only seen the power of her fury from afar. The havoc she wreaked upon this miserable city, her strength and power and influence over all who lived in her domain. Her control over it all, even without any evidence of higher thought put into it. She had been a truly impressive beast, and Fawful had respected her might.

But here she was, dead. The tiny Bean looked at the massive body with disappointment burning a hole in his gut. He shouldn't have been surprised. He really shouldn't have. She was mortal, just like everything else. And that was that. Fawful had forced himself to the shore, now, to look at the body himself and teach himself a lesson.

There was no point in trusting in the power of anyone but himself.

[unluckymelody]

It was hard to miss the sound of the monster dying. And it was terrible... Flute had her violin music on again but she had shut it off to listen. The poor thing sounded in so much pain.

So when the sounds stopped, she took her old fireplace poker in hand and followed the others down to where the monster had fallen. She was huge... the size of a literal mountain. It was almost sad to see such a big creature dead like this.

She caught sight of Fawful not far away and came up behind him. "Are you okay, Fawful?" she asked worriedly.

[furiousmustard]

The woman was not someone Fawful wanted to see right now (nor ever, for that matter). She was going to be touchy-feely and warm and squishy like the meatbag she was. Kindness was an emotion for the weak, and what he needed right now was the cold hard lesson lying dead before him. He curled a lip and wished more than ever for a weapon.

"I am being fine," he growled, his small voice harder and firmer than it was ever heard.

[unluckymelody]

Fawful was clearly upset. Maybe he didn't like seeing the monster die any more than anybody else. He was an angry little jerk, but Flute knew many of those and she was good at telling when they were genuinely upset.

"Okay," she replied, and left it at that, simply standing next to them and staring at the monster's body.