( june event ) who's that pokemon?

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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.

MOD NOTES

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.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

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Comments

[redundead]

[ shirou is headed for where he thinks he last heard a person scream when he feels eyes on him, less hungry, maybe even friendly, and it makes him slow his steps, check his surroundings. the strengthened rod in his hand hangs loose by his side as he looks up, and spots yukari on the roof, perched up there with her bow, the afternoon sun putting lights in her hair.

with the birds long gone, its hard to tell but things look safe, but it's fine, right? there's no monsters nearby, and yukari is fine, he's still alive — he lifts his free hand and starts to give her a wave when the monster leaps out at him from under linda's ugly, overgrown rhododendrons.

last minute reflexes that saved him from a spear speeding down from above are what barely saved him this time too. he gets the broken pole up at the last second and catches the claws, but the force of the tackle sends them flying, tumbling to the ground in a pile of murder and unproven hero. he's pinned down, and the pole, even though it has this sharp end, and glows with the circuitous light of his magecraft, won't be enough to stop this thing from killing him. if he gives an inch, if he lets it get any closer to him, he'll die. it'll rip out his throat, and that'll be the end, and once its done with him it'll move on to yukari and...

the beast rears back, maw open wide, eyes glinting with hunger and — ]