Well shit

[has_a_cult]

Who: CHETHLETXIA, QUEEN OF THE COUNTERPLANES (AKA Ionae) and whoever else's night she's about to ruin
What: General mayhem
When: Middle of the night after everyone got back to the future
Where: Initially near the apartments
Warnings: Chaos, Destruction, Violence, General Horribleness


Ionae, safely home and heavily tanned after her trip to the 1880s, went to bed that night. It had been a long day. What with the time travel and all, she'd arguably woken up over a thousand years ago.

At some point during the night, there was suddenly a sound of furniture and walls smashing from Ionae's room, followed by an inhuman roar that probably woke up half the building.

Outside was a...thing. More than anything else, it looked like a huge eel. It was easily fifty or sixty feet long, but it had arms, horns, and elaborate wings. Behind it was a ragged hole in the wall of the apartments that had once been Ionae's bedroom. The creature roared again, slammed into the side of a building, shattering windows, then slithered down the street, moving faster than a man could run.

In so much as anyone could read it's face, which was snarling and drooling acidic saliva from a mouth with way too many needle sharp teeth, it looked...more confused than anything else.

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[onemoredeath]

Well, well, now that is interesting. Takegami had come out of his building after a hasty scramble to change his clothing and pull on some gloves and saw the giant creature tearing through the Hold and was now tearing around the place. His smile - still stretched far too wide because of all the ironies in all the worlds that brought him here - widen even more. He would have clapped, but really, that would just draw attention and he was still feeling off about a few things.

However he still had his weapons and he still was feeling particularly smart.

So up to the top of the building he went just to have a good advantage point to watch the mayhem. Maybe next time, he will taunt the creature, but for now, he was still savoring the idea of air.

[has_a_cult]

A lesser mind, but perhaps one of interesting quality. Takegami found himself under the creatures gaze, and the physical effect of just this was actually painful. Like his skin was being hit by a sandstorm.

Then it spoke, in a deep gravely voice. The mishmash of incomprehensible syllables were not meant to be spoken by a human tongue, but it was clearly speech of some form.

[onemoredeath]

He shook his head slowly. His mind was strange because of the way he though and while it was painful, one of things was that he just pushed the pain away. He just never let it bother him, just like it was when he bit his own fingers off, or sat for hours in a straightjacket. It just didn't matter to him.

"I'm afraid that you may be stuck here for now. Most of us are and I do not think there is a way out for anyone."

He did not know what it was saying but he was still going to be polite.

[has_a_cult]

It glared at him with yellow and black eyes. The glare was something more than just eye contact, though. Ideas, words, and meaning somehow seemed to be pulled from him.

It spoke again, this time in oddly accented Japanese.

"What you think is or is not possible is laughable, worm. Who is responsible for this? Anamalech? The Council?"

[trustycrowbar]

Oh holy fuck.

For someone who's handled... things like this before, Gordon's reaction is pretty conventional when he first sees the creature from just outside the Hold: he stops and stares, horrified. What the fuck IS it?

He watches, and while part of him is drearily cognizant of the fact that it's not being wantonly destructive, just really freakin' clumsy, the moment it spots him he takes advantage of the distance and gets off the street and into the labs as soon as possible.

Before he even starts this shit, he's going to have to suit up.

[has_a_cult]

It doesn't seem interested in chasing him, and while it's very fast, it's not hard to track. Provided he's willing to take the time to do it, Gordon should have no problem tracking it down in his HEV suit.

When he does find it, it is in a plaza towards the edge of town, with several frightened looking people. The people are trapped within a cage made of bars of what looks like smoke, but smoke flashing with internal light, and apparently painful to the touch. The beast is not eating them or anything, though. It is slithering back and forth in a tiny track. Could it be...pacing? Yes, it's definitely pacing and babbling at the poor people in recognizable, if growly English.

"It's all jumbled together! Both timelines! It's driving me mad and-Oh stop cowering like that or I really will eat you!"

[trustycrowbar]

...

[Well this is interesting. Gordon stares again, only this time with less abject fear and more abject bafflement. It's... captured people to LISTEN TO IT. He's got a neurotic eldrich horror on his hands. Faced with a scenario like this, there's really only one thing a man can do:]

HEY!

[Try to... commiserate the hell out of it.]

A captive audience doesn't listen too well, you know. C'mon, let 'em go.

[has_a_cult]

At "HEY!" it spun around to stare at him, and Gordon felt himself pelted by debris and a small shockwave. Apparently it can make things explode just by looking at them. The smoking crater from the near miss over his right shoulder is proof.

Despite this initial hair trigger reaction, it determines that Gordon PROBABLY isn't a threat after a brief look.

"You would presume to give me orders, worm?"

[keep_smiling]

This is not what Elmer expected to see after coming back from shopping. Walking back towards the apartments when a giant eel monster started barreling right for him. No time to get out of the way, Elmer just hits the dirt, hoping whatever it is won't run into him.

[has_a_cult]

In a fit of irritation, it made an angry gesture at a random fleeing human, Elmer in this case, and a blade of smoke formed and sliced at him with enough force and speed to cut him in half.

[keep_smiling]

Elmer has no choice but to take the hit, since he can't get off the ground fast enough. There's a shower of blood across the ground from the blade as Elmer is cut in two. But it's not there for long. After a few moments the blood crawls its way back to him, quickly, as it slithers across the ground like snakes. It makes its way back to the slice in his body, as the wound mends itself back together. It's only a matter of seconds before Elmer is back together, head peeking up from the ground as he still lays there, blinking in confusion.

"...? That was unexpected...!"

[has_a_cult]

It stops, then stoops down to face level with Elmer, revealing that it is just as ugly up close as it is from a distance.

"Your form is just as frail as the others. How is it you still draw breath?"

[demonbloodblade]

[Ionae has roommates. One of them has actually tried to connect with her - not that well, but Meliantha's still getting used to her head being opened up as it has been.

That said, when the smashing and stuff happened, it knocked Meliantha clear out of bed.

It takes the swordswoman two minutes to change from nightshirt to fighting gear, and since the door to Ionae's room was, uh, on the other side of the living room from where it should be, the ruins of Ionae's room were obvious, as was the hole.]

Once more into battle?

[Meliantha nods, grimly.]

Once more.

[She walks through the wreckage, looking out from the hole, and sees the creature. Shaking her head, she first runs down the wall of the building, and then, at ground level, taps the heels together while whispering a word. Tiny runes glow softly on the sides of the bootsoles, as she starts running, speed magically boosted, Chainbreaker in a prepared position to parry... or strike. She has no intent to parley with the creature that was once, she thinks, Ionae - the risk is too great. She can apologize later.]

[has_a_cult]

The creature that WILL BE Ionae.

With her magically enhanced speed, Meliantha had little difficulty catching up. She found the creature pausing at an intersection, looking around. It had not yet noticed her.

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha's time-wibble hasn't hit her yet, so she doesn't know what's going on. Instead, she brings her sword up, blade glowing green and leaving a sharp smell in the air, and strikes at the tail, hoping that her prodigious strength and the power of the sword, both innate carving power and the acid aura it holds right now, at least grab attention before someone else gets hurt.]

HOLD!

[she roars, louder than she has spoken in Exsilium ever, and prepares herself for battle... even if it's just a holding action before some of the REALLY big guns show up.]

[has_a_cult]

Her sword carved into the demon's (for that is clearly what it was) scales, but did not manage to cut through them all the way.

It felt it, though, and the reflexive twitch from the strike slammed into the ground next to Meliantha with enough force to knock someone off their feet.

[dragonlordbight]

So much for a quiet evening. Crucible had been taking a casual stroll outside the Hold in his human form to gather his thoughts after their return not hours ago. That is until his train of thought was interrupted when that large crash was heard, soon followed by the sounds of something rather large moving rapidly through the streets.

Catching a glimpse of the creature crossing through an intersection, pausing at the sight only briefly, well now that was different. Hurrying to the intersection in question before turning down the street it had headed down seeking to track it down.

[has_a_cult]

Crucible's disguise might have been enough to fool humans, who rely on physical senses. To a being like this, his true power stood out like a torch in the darkness. When he caught up to it, it was watching him silently.

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible's pace slowed to a slow and purposeful stride as he rounded the last corner. Unfazed by it's silent gaze although it was quite clear that it knew that he was more than what he seemed.

Coming to a halt a respectable distance from the creature, regarding it calmly, ready to take on his true form should it be needed.

"Greetings,"

[shoesfitperfectly]

The crashing and roaring could be heard dimly from inside the Doctor's TARDIS. It wasn't something he was terribly interested in, preferring to log the latest mission into the computer so that it could continue extrapolating the effects of the Initiate's efforts on the entirety of the continuum, and do it quickly enough so that he could get beck to the Zero Room. He looked up from the console for a beat, and then returned to work.

And then stopped as a sonorous KLONNGGggg... tolled, the sound rolling through the room.

"The Cloister Bell..." he murmured. "Why? What is it, old girl?"

A monitor flickered to life, showing him the monster. His brows met as Gallifreyan text streamed across the screen, the Cloister Bell ignored for the moment. Its temporal signature....

He looked up as the Time Rotor shuddered and started to move. "No, no, nononono, you can't do this..." Attacking the controls he tried to stop the TARDIS dematerialising but he couldn't.

Time and space are shoved rudely, painfully aside with a horrible grinding sound and a gust of wind the Police Box fades into view right in front of Ionae's rampaging form. It's small enough to be completely unnoticable...save for the noise. And its effect on the reality around it.

Inside, the Doctor stares at the screen. Swallows in a dry throat.

"If you insist," he murmurs, and walks out the door.

[has_a_cult]

Small, the Doctor might be, but he was more than just flesh and blood. The Time Lord shown out like a beacon to several of the Matrijati's many many senses. She stooped down to get a better look at him.

"To think the Initiative could trap even one of YOUR ilk here. The Council will be impressed when they hear I have slain a Time Lord."

[shoesfitperfectly]

He ignores the bit about slaying a Time Lord (honestly, everyone from the Rutans to the Daleks are after those bragging rights), the mention of a 'Council' sticking in his mind, instead.

"What Council?" he asks, squinting up at the monster. He leans back against the wall of the TARDIS, Zagreus beating at the inside of his mind.

[strategic_guile]

Son of a bitch. Midnight strolls were supposed to be relaxing. This was the absolutely opposite of relaxing. He thought they'd avoided the alien, mutant, animal invasion this time, but apparently it was just delayed.

Blaine stayed well out of the way and hopefully the sight of the huge eel, snake, phallic whatever beast. He couldn't outrun it, and he'd rather not catch its attention. Those teeth? Not for plants. He reached up and slid his gun from it's holster and hoped he could slip away without using it.

[has_a_cult]

It stopped as it passed him, and sniffed the air. Then, slowly raising one hand, it blasted a ray of lightning into the sky. There was a response. Whisps of smoke descended, surrounding Blaine with alarming speed and started to constrict around him. This smoke was hard as steel, despite its insubstantial appearance.

[strategic_guile]

He was silent at first, the light was blinding but then there was smoke and he tried to back out of it, but yeah that wasn't happened. He gave an alarmed, "Fuck!" and pushed against it but it wouldn't budge. Not a damn inch. He tried to get at least one arm out, the one with a gun, but he really had no idea how that would help but he struggled to do it. "Hold on...!"