has_a_cult: (TREMBLE BEFORE ME MORTALS)
Ionae ([personal profile] has_a_cult) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-01-18 07:46 pm

Well shit

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.
strategic_guile: (Oh shit son!)

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-01-21 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
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...!"
strategic_guile: (Ain't that impressive? except not really)

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-01-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, pretty terrified here, but he's glaring at whatever it is and his voice is hard as he answers. "I'm sure you already know that. Mind putting me down now?" Never hurt to ask... because he was pretty sure there was no way he could demand to be put down and not get laughed at.
strategic_guile: (Setting off my bullshit-o-meter)

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-01-22 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he lands solidly and huffs out a breath of surprise, but he certainly doesn't put his guard down. "...you know me?"

He looks at it, but it's not like it has any discernible features he recognizes. When told to run however, he thinks he'll take that bit of advice. Warily he watches it, backing away until he's in the alley once again. Once out of sight, he'll definitely be running, a moderate pace he could keep up for miles if he had to, but it would only be until he was back at the apartment... which now had a hole in it. Oh god damnit.