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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[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?"

[onemoredeath]

That itched. Takegami shook his head like getting rid of a particularly irritating thought and sighed.

"I do not know those names."

[has_a_cult]

"I...know you? What is going on?"

It shook it's head and smashed the roof of a nearby building in in frustration. "Bah, you know nothing, clearly! I should melt you where you stand!"

It didn't, though. A half formed memory of a death stayed its hand.

[onemoredeath]

"The time machine screwed up and brought us here but from different points in our lives."

His voice was low and quiet, but under it a little frantic glee. There was already a kind of madness in his mind, and while the death in these streets was only a joke, the one in his home was different. More personable.

Less air.

Takegami tugged on his collar, feeling a little of the laughter tickle in his mind before he took a deep breath.

"Then do it. What is another death, mm?"

[has_a_cult]

It grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up to its face. The creatures eye was inches from Takegami's. Its skin felt like coals. He could smell smoke from his clothes smoldering.

After a few seconds of just holding him, it roared in frustration and hurled him back to the roof, then turned and left. Questions filled the creature's mind, and there were no satisfying answers here.

[onemoredeath]

A moment of panic at the sudden loss of air. Hands tightening into fists, a coil vicious hatred at the damage to his clothing and to the way it just thought it could touch him. Then a scramble to regain his feet, lungs gasping for air, lips pulled back in a disturbing smile.

And laughter. All the emotion shoved into that mad laugh before his air runs out and he is left to breath deeply and regain control over himself.