[thread] hello, woodpecker.

[coooooookies]

Who: "Wretched Egg" Shiro; OPEN to any and all in Terra
Where: Streets of Terra
When: After Matt causes intermittent black-outs.
Summary: "The lullaby" is gone. Shiro's alter-ego surfaces. This is a very, very bad thing for everything in her way.
Rating: R.
Other: Shiro has donned the "Red Man" suit and is going on a rampage in Terra. Any

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[waitingfora]

Yosuke could still hear his parents calling to him, but he couldn't just let things go. There were people that he had to find. He had to know that they were okay. Like Shiro? Oh god! What if she was out in this? Shikamaru, Aerith and the others would be okay. They would know what to do -- run away from the giant death of flames and guns. He didn't know what the white-haired girl would do. That was why, he couldn't just let things go. He couldn't just call someone to help. There was no one to call! Everyone was frantic and trying their best. Was it really up to him

[coooooookies]

The Wretched Egg tilted it's head in the direction of the ant scurrying into the fray as opposed to out of it in the fringes of the horizon. Through clouds of smoke and dust kicked up by falling rubble, it could see him clearly - a recognizable face. A familiar figure. Shiro knew him.

The bloodthirsty smirk tugging at it's lips broadened.

It pushed forward, cutting through the air in its path towards its destination, swirling wires of blood swaying with the motion, hexagonal discs whirling around its armored body.

[waitingfora]

"This is nuts!" He finally stopped running when it felt that his legs were going to explode if he took one more step. Resting his hands down on his knees, he took a few deep breathes. This was not particularly smart as he just filled his lungs with not desired air but smoke. Covering his mouth, he coughed loudly to try to get it out. "Geez, what--this is--"

Yosuke couldn't even finish a thought as he shook his head each time he did so. Taking his cellphone out, he saw that he had another text message from Shikamaru. At least, at least, Quatre and Shika are okay. Typing in a quick response, he had difficulties putting his thoughts into words and just shook. He didn't know where to look and now he was out here. Could he return home? Jeez, his parents had to be scared to death. His hand started to run through his hair, feeling some tears coming. What was he thinking? What was he thinking?! What could he do that the police couldn't? He was just--he was just ... His shoulders shook slightly before he looked up and

[coooooookies]

The Wretched Egg didn't waste any time with pleasantries. The mass of scurrying mice fleeing from the oncoming threat around him were not as lucky as Yosuke himself; its hexagonal discs - the Branch of Sin - whirled through the air, crimson splattering across the ground as dismembered bodies fell left and right --

It was like a bloody tornado, leaving hunks of flesh and chunks of meat once belonging to Yosuke's fellow man at his feet, splattered against the pavement, across the cracked side-walks. The stench of blood was overwhelming.

The Wretched Egg grinned at him, it's task of doing away with meddling annoyances over with, and slowly closed in on it's prey, languid footsteps taking it toward him.

[sagittariinae]

The circumstances: a festival. Not terribly significant, but enough to make an impact and skew his regular schedule, and Kazama found himself trotting down the streets of Terra that evening, scarf wound about his neck and rifle over his shoulder. Making his way to Outer Heaven to train at the underground facility. Except, things never worked that way, because he was first derailed by news of gang wars and fires and police patrols -- and then, the explosion from far, far away

[coooooookies]

For a moment, it almost looked as though his shot had run it clear through the neck. There was a splatter of blood; its head cocked backwards, its jaw clenching, teeth grit in a grimace --

A wash of smoke from nearby flames wafted up and obscured his vision, covering the sight of the Wretched Egg from view. A moment later, it was gone.

And the Wretched Egg was gone, too.

The clinking of chains betrayed its location, coming from the east as it circled around, launching itself directly from the ground to a nearby rooftop to touch down lightly upon its knees before lunging again, this time closer - close, so close, now, hexagonal discs whirring in a spiral around its body as it closed in, mouth twisted in inhuman glee.

[sagittariinae]

And for that moment, he'd thought it had worked -- but no, no, things were never that easy. He knew from the way that the figure didn't plummet to the ground, that the shot had had little to no effect. Impervious to bullets? Possibly. Or he'd missed -- but unlikely. He's made sure he'd aimed correctly.

Either way, the problem now was that he was without cover, and out in the open. Folding back the rifle's stand and slinging it over his shoulder, he instead drew a handgun -- the monster was drawing closer, his rifle would only be a hindrance. (Its speed was terrifying. In worst case, he'd have trouble fleeing.)

And suddenly, it was on him, lunging from the side -- whirling around, Kazama barely took half a moment to aim and pull the trigger -- firing off five shots before making for the fire escape to change locations.

[coooooookies]

The Wretched Egg's body was pushed backward twice from the shots it'd been unable to deflect with it's Branch of Sin. A surge of wind proceeded its push forward - obviously not deterred by a few body shots denting its thick metallic armor, though the impact had to have been damaging to the body beneath.

It wasted no time in thrusting itself down the fire escape after its attacker, grinning maniacally with the thrill of the chase.

[lamiaunderlaw]

If people weren't too busy running and screaming from the giant red machine then they might have stopped and stared at the sight of the petite blonde police woman walking towards the source of their panic. Not so much at her herself, but at the giant cannons she was carrying as if the weighed nothing.

The cities police force was spread out, fires burned and gangs seemed determined to air their personel grievances at the start of the Chinese new year. Violence was rife all around and now there was this, black outs followed by the appearance of this destructive thing, determined to kill everything in its path.

Despite her outward appearance Seras was probably one of the sturdiest members of the force, the young vampire had known no one else could take the time nor handle something like this. Vargret had luckily understood when she asked permission for access to the big guns.

Finding a vantage point behind a shield of rubble she gritted her teeth, dug in her heels and fired two shells straight into its chest.

[coooooookies]

The hexagonal discs spun, wisps of crimson fluid swirling with it, a strong surge of wind accompanying the action. The Wretched Egg disappeared from view as dust, rubble, and smoke were all kicked up simultaneously; the shells from the Harkonnen went flying into the chaos, explosions sounding off and spurting brilliant plumes of fire into the air before being sucked up by the tornado-like vortex.

As the smoke and dust began to clear and settle, a shadowy silhouette was plainly visible. The Wretched Egg was still standing, mouth twisted in a grin that spoke of it's hunger for chaos.

The eyeless mask was tilted directly in Seras' direction.

[lamiaunderlaw]

Well looked like she had its attention at least, it was no longer focused on the screaming crowds.

Seras flicked her eyes down to the coils of shells hanging down to her feet, if this wasn't enough to take it down, she didn't know what would be. The two massive guns swung forwards again, supported by a small hand each as she narrowed her eyes, instinct guiding each barrel.

One to its grinning mouth, another to junction of its right arm and shoulder.

And then she moved, leaping and running to move to another rubble pile.

[coooooookies]

Even the Wretched Egg wasn't prepared to sit in place and permit such heavy artillery to tear it to pieces; it quickly swung the hexagonal discs in a fast circular motion, kicking up wind and dust again, sending debris scattering into the crowds anew as it hefted giant chunks of the pavement into the air. Human body parts were strewn about only to fall and splatter blood dozens of feet away.

The Wretched Egg was closing in on her from the left, propelling itself forward at a fast, steady rate. Finally... someone interesting.

[coooooookies]

The Wretched Egg tilted it's armored head in the direction of the annoyance; a little bug waiting to be squashed. A slight smirk curling at its lips, it turned to face the source of the irritation - clad in a skin-tight costume, the man truly was a hypocrite to be spouting such nonsense. Not amused, the Wretched Egg lifted the arm entangled in sticky white webbing, studying it a moment before tentacles of crimson fluid bearing the undeniable coppery scent of blood severed it's hold.

Ksaaahhhh... Smoke wafted from between its bared teeth as it reached forward towards the man before it in a quick attempt to grasp his throat and toss him into a nearby building.

[coooooookies]

Unfortunately for Spider-Man, the Wretched Egg had both close-range and ranged combat and defensive abilities; the sentient-like hexagonal discs connected to one another like a long whip went to work deflecting the sticky webbing while the Wretched Egg itself was able to walk leisurely forward, no less hampered for it, and still grinning in a less-than-comforting manner.

Abruptly, it moved from defense to offense, the circular chain of discs shooting out towards the building Spider-Man was clinging too with enough force to collapse the nearby wall in it's entirety.

[fraternitas]

Blackout.

Of all the things to equate with a festival, a large scale riot was not one of them. That wasn't to say it was not to be expected in some morbid way, though; shoot off a few fireworks in public (bonus awarded to the brave souls who have the stupidity to wear their colors as light said fireworks in said public area) and you have yourself a recipe for trouble. The power outage was a nasty surprise, though, even for Claus.

Then the screaming started. And the burning.

Just like a really bad action movie, boy oh boy--

Or a horror movie.

The riot could definitely be used to his advantage as a cover, but with all of these cops around, it was a 5 of of 10 chance. Still a pretty good one and, though he could be a little reckless every now and then, he wasn't stupid.

The helmet went on. The sword went out and, holding it at his side, Claus began to make his way down the street -- out of the frying pan and into the fire.

[coooooookies]

The building Claus had just exited abruptly exploded in a whirling mass of debris; huge chunks of plaster, rock, and metal; sending clouds of smoke and dust spilling into the street.

The only thing illuminating the scene with the lack of the artificial streetlamp glow was firelight. The screams of civilians running for cover, scurrying like mice for some semblance of security, was beautiful. The splatter of blood and guts and mangled human remains marred everything - the remnants of collapsed buildings, the debris sprawled over the streets, the cracked concrete sidewalks, even the faces of loved ones clutching at bodies torn apart in the chaos.

And the Wretched Egg leisurely walked down the street, hovering above the ground with hexagonal discs whirling about it and slamming into anything that got in its way - people and objects alike. It paid Claus no mind; there was no sign it had even acknowledged him, yet.

[fraternitas]

The boy instinctively broke into a run, sprinting away from the wreck and smoke, out onto the pavement.

Yep, just like a bad action movie. Now all we need is the bad guy to show up and--

Right on time.

He wasn't that far away from it -- several feet away, give or take. It was already gliding further away by the time Claus was able to straighten up and crane his head upwards, looking at the thing with childish disbelief.

Predictably, monster was the first word that came to mind. Chimera was next, but he had never seen or heard of a Chimera that flew. But that didn't change anything, did it? There was always a first time for everything.

Time had frozen for him as he gazed up at the monster and its strange rotating, destructive discs and, for one frightening second--or minute, heck, it felt like an eternity was already passing before his red eyes--he wasn't sure if he could move.

--Now all we need is for the bad guy to show up so we can kick its butt.But he could, if the slowly clenching hold on the sword's grip was any indication

[coooooookies]

The Wretched Egg hadn't noticed the insignificant movement to its left, continuing to move down the street until it had reached an intersection where stragglers were still caught attempting to flee. They were trapped between it, a four-car pile up that had collided with a flaming building in the chaos, and the still-settling remains of the building it had just destroyed. Discs whirled, tentacles of blood red liquid swirling with it, as it reached a hand forward to clutch the face of a civilian who mustered the audacity to attempt an attack with a metal pipe.

The headless body fell with a thump as the Wretched Egg held the suspended head by the hair and tossed it into the crowd.