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EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

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This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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Hell yeah we can, ❰ she agrees, because now that she's getting her bearings, her dignity's kicking in and she may or may not want to seem as 'fine' as she possibly can to divert the brunt of the concern.

and now that they're both back on their feet, her eyes zero in on crowe's bleeding bite-wound. ❱

Your leg, ❰ she says, trying to think back and recall how well crowe was walking when she found her. assessing whether or not she should be ducking in to wrap an arm around crowe's waist right now to help haul her to their destination — because raven herself needing help isn't even a thought that crosses her mind. ❱

Lunafreya, on the other hand, had always found it difficult to ever truly relax here. The closest she ever came to it was probably when she remembered too little to really know what she had to be concerned about. Still, she... tried. She tried. It wasn't good to be wound up all the time, and it was better to worry about what she could do and not what she could not.

Unfortunately, because she'd made an attempt, she, too, was not dressed appropriately for a surprise attack. When the screams started and people began to run around in a panic, she clutched the ring she wore around her neck. Her only weapon, her only chance of possibly helping anyone right now.

As Luna considers her (unfortunately very few) options, she definitely happens to be in Iris's way. But her yell does get her attention, and she looks up, and moves out of her way accordingly.

And she would have left it at that, but...

"W-wait!"

Iris didn't ask for this, but Luna hurries to follow after her.

[Well, this is not at all a pretty sight to return to.

Blood was nothing unusual, especially not by this point. But it was extra alarming to finally reach the house and see so much of it just outside. She wonders, of course, if there are any of those creatures inside, but it was more important to see who it was who had come here, and whether or not they were okay. This above all else.

Lunafreya opens the door and looks around quickly, checking for anything that shouldn't be here before she calls out:]

Nyx? Crowe?

[ with a smirk he hops out of the truck, engine still running, to lend a hand to blaine, so they could get this shit show on the road. ] True. Hey, after this, you should ask the mayor for some reimbursement. [ a snort. it’s a long shot, he knows, but it couldn’t hurt. ] I know I’m going to be asking for a new truck, supplies, pain and suffering.

Worth a shot. [with Peter's help, they get all the bait into the truck]

We should drive around for a while so we can get as many of them to follow us as we can. Then we can lure them and show them how we party.

[ MOM DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM ]

Yes, Poe, turn into a dragon. They're mute.

[ haha ZING she skips out of his reach, moving closer to cassian and idly brushing at the back of his hand with her fingertips. ]

I'm fine. [ her hand gestures dismissively, any of her injuries are superficial at worst and jyn's pain tolerance is kind of nuts. besides, she's already dead. what is the worst that can happen? ]

Can you keep the rabbit with you once we get there?

Liquors mixed with kerosene and petroleum so that they burn better when you set the bottle on fire.

[ Or did she mean cocktails in general?

Well, no time to think on it right now: he just spotted a flash of gray between two buildings a few meters away. They need to need to get out of the open. ]

I'll show you how it works once we get there. You know where Weaver's is?

Fuck if I know, honestly! One minute everything was calm — the next those... things, they're screaming. I think they must be what was screeching their heads off in the forest.

[He touches a hand gingerly to his shoulder, glancing sparingly at it.]

... I'm alright. This is nothin', just a few scratches.

I got really lucky I didn't end up...

[He bites his lip.]

They remind me of something. I don't know what. I think — maybe my memory's trying to come back.

[She thins her lips, but inevitably, she nods.

It's not hard to tell something's weird with her, and she figures if he's given up his partial lack of humanity, she can give up her mutantisms. Even if it's done with some hesitation. She holds out her hand, making a firm first — then slowly lets her claws push through the skin between her knuckles, two a hand.

It looks painful, but she's relatively unresponsive to the pain.

Mostly because you get used to it, you know?]

[ Crowe will definitely apologize to Raven later for the command, but she'll hopefully feel better for the shower and this will be the fastest way to get her through it. And yes, she will be kept very safe.

But she totally does smirk at Nyx at the whistle. Her girl.

... before the mirth fades right back out and she steps forward. ]

Raven got banged up in the explosion, but good enough to walk, so shower before taking full stock. I got chewed on a bit, nothing much. [ Ha. ha. ] Let me see. [ Beat. ] You focus on keeping an eye and ear out.

[ Yes, Raven, nobody will sneak up on them. On you, either. ]

[The wave of relief at hearing her voice makes him lightheaded. He hadn't known where she was wen the attack started, and while she was more than capable of holding her own in deadly situations it didn't stop him from wanting to go searching for her the second he wasn't bleeding out.

But she's here. She's here, and alive. Nyx leans heavily against the wall and presses his hand to his face to gather himself before calling back.]

Bedroom.

Good girl. [A proud, tight grin as he scans the street. He's never been so glad to know an Amicitia, in all honesty. Stubborn and durable, every last one of them. If she says she'll be okay then she will.

Smart, too. She's probably not wrong about their sense of smell. There's enough blood in the air that he can smell it. It might as well be a beacon in the dark to them.]

We can't stay out here, either. They'll break through this spell sooner or later and I won't be able to take them en masse.

[The street seems empty for the moment. They must have all spooked, but whether they're gone or hiding he can't tell. There won't be a better time to move.]

My gym's not far from here. If we can make it there I can wrap your leg. How do you feel about being carried?

[He appreciates the courtesy. Most people wouldn't think about that.

Nyx nods at his explanation. Back in Insomnia the King maintained the Wall day and night, but the magic had been killing him at the same time; fueled by his life more than his mind. Not all magic works like that, he's discovering.]

Too much adrenaline. Wouldn't be able to close my eyes.

[He'd tried for a few minutes, but couldn't settle his nerves. Too many people, too close, with too much energy racing through him.]

Fire. That explains a few things. [Also go figure. The moment comes when he actually needs to be a glaive and the monsters are weak to the one element he's been having problems with.

Nyx eyes the guandao and glances over Magnus. He'll be sorry later for being a little skeptical but you don't stand much like a man who's used to this sort of thing. Of course, in all fairness, Magnus's blade is a more sensible weapon than Nyx's so who is he to judge?]

You could say I've been thrown around by bigger monsters.

[They'd barricaded the unnecessary doors, and Magnus warded the hospital, which gave them a much easier square of defensible space than trying to protect the entire town, but Nyx still couldn't settle. He shifts between a window, the roof, and the grounds on watch and then as the dawn rises over the cliffs he's changing out his bandages and gearing up to go hunting.

He looks more like a warrior in his coat than he ever did in the plaid, with both of his kukri equipped and a kit with medical supplies at his side. Despite not being able to sleep (he feels wired and awake) he's clearly intending to go back out there for anyone who's left.]

[Iris makes a face, but nods at Nyx anyway.]

It’s not like we have many other options, do we? [She’d prefer not to be carried, she’s always prided herself on being independent and not depending on anyone because that’s what her family does. But she also knows better than to be too proud to accept some help when it’s obvious she will end up getting hurt (or worse) if she refuses it. She’s glad it’s Nyx, at least she will feel more comfortable if it’s him than she would be with more people.]

We need to get out of here as soon as we can.

This invasion sure is full of people trying to defend themselves on swimwear. Iris hadn’t yet been in the party for long when the entire mess had started so she hadn’t had time to actually socialize. Her party was her neighbour’s so she had definitely been looking forward to going, but she had had no idea of who’d gone.

So needless to say, to hear a voice she definitely had known in the middle of the attack is definitely a surprise. She still doesn’t remember fully, so she doesn’t place Luna immediately but she does remember she her them from… before.

She doesn’t quite slow down, but she does try to make it easier for Luna to follow.

“Are you alright? You need to look for cover!”

[ as soon as she’s stuffed with enough meat to feed a small army he climbs back inside, motioning for blaine to follow suit. ] Get inside the meat mobile. [ aaaand that sounds horrible. he shudders, vowing to never say that again. ever. ] And then we’ll bring the bastards to the outskirts of town for the fireworks. [ when blaine’s inside he hits the gas, leading the pack around town. ] How’s about throwin’ them a bone, so they know we’re just not teasing.

[Blaine eventually picks a big piece of fresh meat and pushes it to the very edge of the truck bed. He kicks it out while they're moving, more than likely smacking one of their pursuers right in the face.

But hey, maybe being hit in the face with meat will distract the monsters and get them to attack each other]

[ a casual glance at the side mirror shows one of the freaks getting steamrolled by a few dozen pounds of beef and peter can’t help but to snicker. fucken gold. now if only he could think of something to say… but he loses the moment and curses under his breath. next time he’ll be ready. ] How’s it going back there? Feeding Frenzy?

They're hungry like the wolf.

[he unties the apron he's still wearing, using it like a matador cape. There's plenty of meat guts and blood on the apron that the scent should keep the monsters interested until he and Peter lure them to a good spot]

Plenty more where that came from, boys!

If there's a Freud where Aranea's from she's too blissfully unaware of him to be mad, waggling an eyebrow in exaggerated comedy as she leans the lance against a wall instead.

"I do like whiskey, especially when I can get it to go. You got any cloth in here you're not wearing? I don't mind lending a hand if it gives me a chance to catch my breath."

I's truer than she makes it sound. There's no world in which she wouldn't fight, but for now it seems like there's an inexhaustible supply of the damn things. It's wearing her down.

[ Battlefield humor. It's oddly reassuring, makes Aranea smile in a way that gets wiped right off her face when the other woman continues. ]

Oh, of course they're smart. Wouldn't be Wayward Pines if we could catch a damn break.

[ Grousing, but it's not directed at Wanda. She gets only admiration; she looks exhausted, but here she is in the street blowing the things' faces off. More importantly the little demonstration tells Aranea the other woman's aim is true no matter how worn-out she looks, letting her jump back down to spear another one of the creatures. ]

Do you know if there are people in the buildings around us?

[ he meets jyn just outside the door, rubbing a bloody palm against her pants which is quickly followed by rubbing her blaster against her pants because it's equally slick with blood. she doesn't look like she gives a single fuck about the pain though, just low key annoyed at the state of things. ]

Hey. [ nyx gets a nod before her eyes flicker to his knives -- knife-y type things? her eyebrows lift slightly, impressed. noice. ] Cassian did mention you lot were some of the soldiers in town.

[ actually crowe mentioned it, too, but seeing is believing when it comes to jyn. she may believe a bit now. ]

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