TOKYO OPT-IN 1/4

[tokyodisa]

Who: Opt-in characters
What: What is even going on and then there's a monster
When: Forward-dated to 10pm, 20/July
Where: Tokyo... or is it?
Rating: PG/PG-13

Whatever you were in the middle of doing, you suddenly find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned garage, in the blink of an eye.

There is a bunch of weird-looking technology everywhere, cables and wires connected to machines lined with blinking lights. There are screens all over the room, with grids and maps on some of them and scrolling, foreign text on others. One of the screens projects a constantly rotating image.

There's also a platform in the middle of the room. And you all happen to be standing on it.

[ TOKYO? | A GUEST ARRIVES | ENTER: A PARTYCRASHER ]

Comments

[zeiram]

[The timing is too delayed to be a direct response to Conan's words, but it stops moving soon after, its footfalls thudding on the street one last time. It's only about a yard away by this point, and calmly reaches into the folds of its cloak, pulling a strange-looking shotgun in one fluid movement.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan reacts instantly by bending down to turn the dial on his shoes, even as he throws himself to the side.]

[zeiram]

[Conan is just quick enough: the thing fires a split second after he leaps away, the blast hitting the pavement where he stood only a moment before. Then it lifts its weapon again, re-aiming.]

[deductiongeek]

[Funny how time passes. It had been nearly two years since Conan had been shot at. Not counting dreams. But he found it all coming back to him easily.

The adrenaline. The movements and hyperawareness.

He moves, running to the side. One hand comes to his belt as he moves and he triggers the inflation on the ball hidden in his belt. He hits the release once it reaches full inflation, and turns.

He kicks the ball straight at the creature's head, with all the strength and added power his kick shoes could handle. At full power, he could dent steel like this.]

[zeiram]

[The soccer ball attack is nothing short of surprising -- but the creature shows no indication that it's surprised. Its head does jerk back when the soccer ball hits it, though, and that seems to stun it for a second. When it lifts its head again, it starts to make a low, moaning noise, breathy like a death rattle.

He probably just made it mad. That's very likely what just happened.]

[deductiongeek]

[Okay, this wasn't good. Conan usually relied on the soccerball attack to take threats out. It usually only took that one hit.

Of course, he was usually fighting entirely human murderers and criminals.

[He looks around frantically at his surroundings for other ammunition and makes a run for a pile of discarded boxes while the creature is distracted. He only had the one soccerball, so from now on he would have depend on improvisation.]

/threadjacks whoooo

[tapshoetomove]

[Apparently escaping with his life isn't good enough for Luke. As he was fleeing away from the strange-looking man, he sees Conan trying to fight it. He skids to a stop, reaching down to grab a stray brick before throwing it. He knows that it's not going to do much, but it'll probably give Conan a chance to escape.]

Hey! Pick on people your own size!

[zeiram]

[The being plods toward Conan as he runs, ignoring Luke altogether. Until Luke throws the brick -- then it swings its featureless face toward him and points the shotgun at him instead.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan swears under his breath as Luke draws its attention. This was worse than keeping the detective boys out of trouble.]

Oi! Over here!

[Conan kicks up a piece of rubble and kicks straight at its head. A second rock quickly follows, precisely aimed to hit the gun out of its hand. Or if nothing else, to divert the shot away from Luke.]

Luke! Run!

[tapshoetomove]

[Running sounds good but he's too scared to move once he sees that shotgun. And then he realizes what's going on. Not wanting whatever this thing is to start targeting Conan again, he'll pick up a rock too and throw it too.]

Get out of here!

[He may be talking to the creature or Conan, it's really hard to tell which.]

[zeiram]

[The creature starts to make that disturbing breathy noise again, so it can probably be surmised by this point that that is the noise it makes when it's annoyed. Because, really. Tiny things throwing rocks at it, how rude can you be.

It just picks one of them at random and fires the gun.]

[deductiongeek]

[Distracted by his worry for Luke, Conan doesn't avoid the shot this time. It hits the side of his leg, just above his knee. He chokes back a scream and falls.]

[tapshoetomove]

Conan!

[Forget throwing things, Luke drops the rock in his hand and dashes towards him. Probably not a good idea since he has to run past the stranger, but his mind is entirely on getting to Conan.]

[zeiram]

[An accurate prediction -- as Luke runs past, the being sweeps its leg out in attempts to knock him down.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan opens his eyes again just in time to see this. He shouts in warning.]

[tapshoetomove]

[The warning comes a bit too late - Luke trips and tumbles onto his stomach with a loud grunt.]

[zeiram]

[The creature moves towards Luke with slow, deliberate steps, lifting its feet high. Almost as if it were planning on stomping him to death...]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan desperately tries to focus through the pain and think. There had to be something he could do to save the kid. He couldn't move fast enough, thanks to the injury. He couldn't kick anything. His soccerball belt had already been used.

He only had one long distance option, and that would be useless against that armor.

No, he only had one choice. Distraction. With one hand he grabs onto a rock and throws it at the lifted foot. At the same time he shouts at the top of his voice.]

[tapshoetomove]

[Luke will try to roll out of the way of the foot coming down on him. If he can manage that, he'll scramble to his feet and head towards Conan again.]

[zeiram]

[The thrown rock is enough of a distraction where its foot comes down right as Luke manages to roll out of the way. The creature has pretty much had enough of these shenanigans right about now: it throws the shotgun aside, then clenches its hands at its sides and tilts its head back to give a muffled roar.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan takes advantage of its frustration to start dragging himself out of the way. Walking was out of the question. He had to get far enough away to stop the bleeding.

More importantly, the goal here was to get Luke out of danger. If the boy insisted on stupidly trying to rescue him, then he needed to remove himself from the situation.]

[tapshoetomove]

[Now that Luke was safe from being stomped, it doesn't take him long to reach Conan and see the damage to his leg. He needed help, but if Conan can't walk...]

Grab onto my neck!

[Luke wasn't a very strong kid, but he might be able to lift him.]

[zeiram]

[Meanwhile, the creature reaches insides the folds of its cloak and takes out two bizarre-looking pistols. Better move fast, boys.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan hastily balances on his good leg and latches on to Luke's back.]

Hurry! We don't have long!

[All of his thoughts were focused on finding a way to escape this situation.]

[tapshoetomove]

[You don't have to tell him twice. As soon as Conan is on his back, he starts to sprint away looking for a place for them to hide.]