( 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

[appetitive]

[Maybe some day, Magnus would be able to understand how fighting made Shadowhunters come alive, but today wasn't that day. He'd of course seen it over the centuries, that strange phenomenon of the Nephilim gaining a new spark in their eyes when they were battling a foe as if turned into predators stalking prey. It was as impressive as it was terrifying, if he's being honest, but he hasn't had to worry about the Lightwoods turning that aggression on him in centuries.

Smiling a little, tucking his weapon under one arm, his fingers start to burn with magic that takes on a reddish hue rather than the usual blue.] Luckily, fire is a specialty of mine.

[But Izzy finishes the creature off, and Magnus is more than happy to allow her the killing blow. Warlocks weren't built for this—Magnus was much more comfortable providing support to fighters rather than becoming one himself—and maybe some of it had to do with the fact that he had no stomach for violence. He could lash out when his loved ones were threatened, but otherwise he stuck to self-defense.

Looking down at the creature, its neck turned into one massive open wound, Magnus glances back up at Izzy before they start moving along again.] Not the effect we'd hope for, anyway. But we know they're not demonic, given your whip and the seraph blades have little effect on them. Their physical forms don't dissolve, there are no sparks of hellfire, and it's only a lack of runes that makes me hesitate to suggest that they might be Foresaken.

[All of it is unsettling, from the lack of understanding to the consequential inability to exploit any weaknesses. He's ready with a fire spell for the next time, though, and though he doesn't want to invite any opponents closer, he's also itching to see how they react to the magic.]