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Rufus ShinRa (whosoldtheworld) wrote in chaosunraveled,
@ 2009-08-09 16:44:00

Entry tags:

jazz, l, rating: pg-13, reno, rufus, walter

Do-You-Think-He-Saurus?
Who: Rufus, Jazz, L, Walter, Reno (<-- loose posting order: if something happens and your character needs to/should react out of order, please contact whoever has the next tag and talk about it)
When: Midday, Malfunction day: DINOSAUR INVASION!
Where: All over the place, but starting on the Niflheim grounds, by the outskirts of the Deadwood, and ending at Looking Glass Lake
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Very probably violence and cursing. Definitely this guy.
Summary: It just wouldn't be DINOSAUR INVASION DAY without something extremely large and extremely scary making everybody's lives hell, now would it? >3

I'm thinking I know where and how the chase should end, but I'm throwing it open for suggestions so we can all decide. Any ideas? Discuss here :)

The little bird-dinosaur-thing that had been following him around all day seemed to be tiring out. It ran after thrown sticks, he'd discovered. Unfortunately, it also brought them back— and then chirped at him until he threw it again. For the moment it was curled up quietly at his feet, content peeling the bark from its fetching stick with its not-very-birdlike teeth. Rufus was going to shoot the thing. Soon. Really. If it tried to climb up onto his head again he was definitely going to shoot it.

It's better than having your mind screwed with, he decided, with certainty if not cheer.

There was a quiet rumbling sound, and the woods rustled at his back. He turned his head to watch carefully as a small herd of boar-sized creatures with strange, flared ruffs trundled out of the grey trees of the Deadwood and hurried past. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to Rufus, but he wasn't going to be caught by surprise. The little bird-thing looked away from its stick to watch them, too. It chirped, following their retreat with one large round eye.

"Why don't you go off with them, so I can continue my walk in peace?" he told it. His appeal to dino-bird logic was cut short as something else charging out of the woods, a bipedal this time, about six feet tall and as long as a car, its wedge-shaped head rounded out like a bowling ball at the back. It too looked to be in something of a hurry, and charged right past without affording Rufus a second glance.

The bird thing squawked at Rufus and leapt to its feet, dropping the stick in favor of lunging at his boots.

"Quit it," he growled, stepping back from the taloned feet and the beak with its strange, needled teeth.

"KAK AAAK-KRAAAAAWK!"

"Fine! Stick around!" It continued to squawk, and slipped around behind him to peck at his ankles, forcing him to turn around and back up, or else get bloodied up. "I am going to shoot you, though!" he snapped. "Just so we're clear on that! Ow! Cut it the hell out!"

The woods erupted. Scores of creatures large and small flying from the branches and whipping past Rufus and his agitated, feathered friend. On four legs and two, every color and shape imaginable, some like trash-trucks with legs and others no bigger than rabbits, they thundered out of the forest together. Rufus didn't see what hit him, only felt the air leave his lungs and watched as the world rolled in a crazy swirl of dinosaur legs and tall grass. In the back of his mind, behind the dizziness and disorientation, he knew he would probably be trampled to death. He also realized that these creatures were running away from something.

Thud.

His vision cleared, and he found himself face to face with his little bird friend. It was chirping at him anxiously, raising its head above the grass and then lowering it to peer into Rufus' face again and again. There were fewer and fewer legs stomping past.

Thud. Thud.

The grass shivered. The bird froze, then curled slowly in on itself and tucked up against Rufus' side. Swallowing thickly, the President rolled onto his back, and looked up at the trees.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Twenty feet up, a long, crocodilian snout emerged from the forest, purring an odd, clicking purr that thrummed so deep and loud that it vibrated in Rufus' chest.

I, thought the President dully, am going to die.

((ooc: Rufus' bird-thing friend is a caudipteryx. The boar-sized creatures were protoceratops. The tall two-legged one with the funky head was pachycephalosaurus. And the bad boy at the end there is Spinosaurus aegyptiacus.))

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holy_assumption
2009-08-10 03:35 pm UTC (link)

Walter had somehow managed to keep himself relatively unscathed. The relativity was from the Visit the little beastie that seemed intent on following him everywhere, screeching like a banshee when the man would not pay it any amount of attention in a seemingly pre-determined length of time. Indeed, he figured he had lost a great deal of hearing (not to mention patience) with the little thing who was intent on making him know that Walter was its mother. However, he had no intentions of killing it; it was actually quite useful at times; when he couldn't get the one-up on one of the reptiles that deemed the dead man as food, the little thing would spread its fan and spray some kind of poison at his foe's eyes. In return, Walter would catch bugs or the rare mouse to give it.

They walked (with a good bit of difficulty; the lizard would want something every five minutes (or so it felt that way), not to mention some very angry monsters roaming about) to Niflheim's gates. Walter hesitated upon seeing Rufus. Always shy and insecure; Walter wondered about saying hello or just bypassing the stranger completely, while his scaly 'child' deemed Rufus as a possible threat, and started to spread the brightly coloured skin around the begining of the neck to frighten Rufus and the other away with a low growl...

Until the stampede began. All uncertainty and fear (towards the stranger) was cast aside for favor of surviving (funny usage there, considering Walter was already quite dead) the waves of things mostly bigger than the both of them (him and his), he dodged them, at times he was mighty close to getting squashed, but Walter was pretty fast for his weight and size. Of course, if his partner got seperated, Walter always would come back for the little spitfire (He hoped that this one wouldn't become like Jasper the second; so he wouldn't just leave it there).

When everything cleared, Walter decided that, stranger or not, numbers would most likely increase the odds of survival. Instinctively, the pair headed towards the other two, but froze about half way when the sounds got closer and closer. His accomplice almost whined and hid behind Walter's legs for protection.

As the crocodilian snout emerged from the treeline, Walter completely froze; more out of habit than actual fear for the first few seconds. His mind became preoccupied with what the hell was he supposed to do now? There was no way any monster of his could possibly beat that thing, and he couldn't -- no, wasn't-- going to rely on the thing that was currently hiding behind him.

Oh. My. God. Walter tried not to shake, at least, too visibly; they couldn't see movement, he hoped. But if it could smell fear, then Walter was screwed. Royally.

Walter's stuck with the Jurassic Park version of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilophosaurus. XD I thought it'd be funny or cute. ^^;

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itsmydayoff
2009-08-10 03:47 pm UTC (link)

This was turning out to be an interesting day, Reno decided. As odd as any day when strange things happened, but after the initial shock of waking up with a strange creature staring at him (who had nearly gotten a bullet to the head before Reno realized that it didn't seem interested in attacking him) it hadn't been so bad. That same creature had been following him since he'd woken up.

He'd decided at some point that he liked the critter. It was cute, in a weird-looking lizardy kind of way, and amusing enough to have around. While making himself breakfast, he had discovered it apparently had a taste for vegetables, and would stand up fully on its hind legs for a reward of celery. And lacking any better signifier for the strange animal, he'd concluded (after about two seconds of deliberation) that it would be called Gus.

So now that they were both sufficiently fed, he and Gus were taking a walk through the woods, and Reno was in a remarkably good mood despite having run across several creatures that were notably less friendly than the one he'd woken up with. But then, none of them had seemed especially interested in messing with Reno or his self-proclaimed little buddy, so there was nothing to really worry about. That is, up until the point when Gus, for seemingly no reason, darted off away through the trees.

“Hey, where are you goi--” His thought was cut off by a thud that shook the ground and a terrifying noise that caused him to shiver inadvertently. He quickly whipped his head to the direction opposite of the way Gus had run, suddenly aware of more creatures rushing past him now, to see a very unfriendly-looking face showing through the branches. "Holy shit." It took less than a second for his brain to process the scene before he took off running along with the other creatures, trying his best to stay out of the path of the ones that might be likely to run him over. Most of them ran faster than a human can, for better or worse, and it wasn't long before he was left in the dust.

Even so, he would have just kept on running, if he hadn't managed to catch in his peripheral vision the sight of a couple more people. He moved toward them instinctively, though as soon as he recognized the figure on the ground, he ran to him quite intentionally.

"Boss!" he called frantically, "what are you doing laying there, get the fuck up!" He grabbed Rufus' hand and attempted to tug him upright. Yes, he realized he was very far from calm, and that maybe he was being ridiculous in trying to get away, and maybe, maybe it would be better to stay still and hope it just didn't notice them, but he couldn't quite get any of that to sink in. Besides, he definitely had no intention of being that thing's lunch, and Rufus wasn't going to be either if he had anything to do with it. He'd drag the man if he had to.

As almost an afterthought, he glanced toward the other man standing nearby and gestured with a nod in the direction the other creatures had run.

"You too, we have to get the fuck out of here!"

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whosoldtheworld
2009-08-12 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Its head emerged fully from the branches, almost as long as Rufus was tall, with hand-sized yellow teeth lining its open mouth and a row of spikes starting behind its wide-set nostrils. Large gold eyes, eerily intelligent, were set into slight crested ridges, and glared out at the world. As Rufus watched, those large eyes turned a slow circuit over the field, inevitably circling toward the President himself.

Reno appeared above him suddenly, a burst of red hair yelling and grabbing his hand, snapping him out of his daze. Rufus took the proffered grip and used it to lever himself to his feet, the bird-thing tucked thoughtlessly in the crook of his arm and clinging to the front of his jacket with its strange, fingered wings.

"Of course," he hissed at the Turk, "How silly of me!'" He noticed Walter— and the alarming-looking lizard next to Walter —when Reno addressed the man. Where had they come from? Whatever, that was—

A bellowing screech boomed above their heads and cut across the field, echoing as it died off. Something large cracked and Rufus looked up in time to see a tree tipping toward them, one of the creature's massive taloned feet planted on the silver-grey bole and pressing it forward, out of its way. Soil sprayed from the roots and splinters shot out from the dry, cracking trunk.

Rufus bolted, smacking Reno's shoulder and motioning to Walter to move. Head down, with the bird-thing still tucked into his arm, he pelted away from the crush of snapping branches. He'd lost a staring contest with a monster once before, as his blind left eye could attest to. There was no shame, he knew now, in a well-timed retreat.

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silverknight
2009-08-12 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Jazz, being used to such things as spontaneous scientific declarations and even more absurd shenegans, was quite possible in a sort of heaven. Or better said, his third Skyfire - much missed as he is - would have definitely killed more than one director to be in this particular movie.

Because of this, and also because it just seemed like a pretty swell idea at the time, he had been following the definitely cutest specimen of Spinosaurus he had ever seen through the forest. At least 20% of his sensors had eyes only for the saurian, collecting data and video feeds he wanted to keep for his boy.

'Bee will love this,' he thought with a grin.

With the jaded air of one who has seen too many strange things during his childhood he walked, drove, ran behind or beside the big animal. Others would have probably become afraid, especially as Spino dear was far larger than himself, but not Jazz. He married a guy who was thrice as tall as the big guy here, after all.

And so he stayed as a silent observer.

That is, until he saw Walter, Reno and the emperor Rufus doing nothing more than looking at Gojira and only then running for their metaphorical reincarnations.

'Why not?' he thought and promptly transformed into car mode.

Not long after that he was past the three men and stopped in their way. His doors were wide open.

"Are you waiting for the Valerians to make a beatnik out of old Spirograph there, or do you need a ride?"

[OOC: the Valerians were the good guys in the 1988 cartoon Dino Riders.]

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readsyournotes
2009-08-14 07:48 pm UTC (link)

[ooc: tl:dr, sorry for the wait everyone!]

After a few days L had grown tired of exploring Asgard and moved onto what seemed to be more dangerous grounds according to reports. Unfortunately for him he would be far from the mansion before he learned that today was one of those ‘glitch’ days a number of people had informed him about. He left roughly a couple hours before dawn, carrying with him a backpack containing a thermos of coffee, a bag of sugar, two pastries, a compass, and a few other necessary items he believed he needed for this venture.

Normally he wouldn’t have left safety for this kind of work, but it seemed that he had little choice in the matter. Had he the manpower available L would have sent someone more suitable for the task than himself.

He took every precaution he could; he left an automatic message on his computer should he not return the day after the time he expected himself to be back, he stayed at the edge of the wooded area by the town, and carefully monitored his surroundings for anything unusual. Occasionally in the darkness he heard the snap of a twig echo from somewhere, the rustling of something moving through the brush, or a distant shriek of an animal that was unknown to him.

He always paused when that happened, trying to distinguish whether the sounds he heard indicated one of Niflhiems team was following him or some other local creature that might be roaming around the area. Soon, just as the first rays of sunlight were starting to break over the mountains, he was able to reach a conclusion on the matter; he was in fact, being followed. What was stalking him was keeping its distance well back in the trees, standing eerily still as L glanced in its direction. It would have been well camouflaged if it hadn’t been for slight tinge its narrow blue head among the trees gave the creature’s position away.

It was smaller than he by maybe a foot or so, feathered with winged arms that were too small to fly with, and balanced itself with an incredibly long tail.* Based on its head shape, movements and the sharp razor like claws at his feet, it didn’t take long for L to recognize the creature as a predator. He wasn’t entirely sure what he could call it however, it was something unseen by human eyes in the world he had come from. Perhaps it was a creature from the Jurassic or Cretaceous period in his world? He wasn’t too certain as L was a detective, not a paleontologist. He even considered the possibility that it was the dragon Henry had mentioned was on Niflheim’s team but rejected the idea as he saw the long neck of a Brachiosaurus rise up from among the trees within the town.

*A Utahraptor. This particular one is young and an inexperienced hunter who doesn’t know what to make of this mystery meat. Otherwise I don’t think L would stand a chance.

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readsyournotes
2009-08-14 07:48 pm UTC (link)

The detective clutched the strap of his pack and kept moving; hoping not to give any indication that its prey had caught onto it. He kept a careful eye on the creature as he looked for a chance to escape both among the trees and within the town. Eventually he noted the jumbles of buildings adjacent to him were spreading out and the trees were starting to give way to stumps and grass. Up ahead he could see what appeared to be a large abandoned building standing at about two stories high.

L glanced over at the thing that was following him and realized that the creature had started to close the gap between them. Something had to be done before this creature decided to attack. L changed course for the building he saw hoping that he could find some protection there.

As it turned out, the building was an old barn with a small window near the roof The doors had swung open in the wind revealing what L soon determined was a ladder leading up to a loft. As L drew closer, he eyed the creature one last time measuring the distance between the two of them, then when he was satisfied that he could ladder inside the barn before the creature he dropped his pack and made a run for the doors.

The creature made an earsplitting shriek from somewhere behind him as it realized its prey was making a run for it. L knew that it was probably charging after him now, but he knew better than to look back. His focus was on the ladder, and more importantly getting up to the loft and breaking off access. He’d be trapped up there, but according to reports these days didn’t last very long. He’d wait it out until it was clear.

L entered the barn, and his vision was washed away by the sudden change in light. Still, he had seen his target from the outside and continued to race towards it regardless of being sunblind, his arms reached out as the sound of the predators footsteps pounded from behind him.

Much to his relief, his hand touched wood and climbed up just as the creature made a final desperate leap at him. It crashed hard against the wooden rungs and pieces of wood cracked clattered to the ground.

L stood, watching the creature below him hoping that he wasn’t wrong in his assessments that it couldn’t jump so high. He didn’t get a chance to find out. There was a rumble of something quickly approaching and the bird-lizard creature made a small startled cry and darted out of the barn.

L frowned. He didn’t know what was coming his way but for once in his life, he didn’t care to find out. If a predator was running, it certainly wasn’t anything good.

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holy_assumption
2009-08-17 03:47 am UTC (link)

Walter had been frozen in both shock, the inability to come up with an idea that would possibly save everyone that didn't require him to use some monster in his repertoire, and fear. He wasn't quite sure why he was so afraid, seeing as he was dead already; but there were people here--

Only when the voices registered did he move, and though the ground started to shift into the diseased and decaying did it stop and suddenly withdraw, the last peices to return to normal were at his feet. That wouldn't help things, probably only make them much, much worse.

Just as Walter was about to write a non-existant will, a car came flying past him at alarming speed. And it talked? "What the..." Walter blinked, totally ignoring the huge beast for the oddity in front of him. But, given the options, which weren't in his favor otherwise, why not? Walter had given life to much stranger things in his afterlife.

There wasn't much choice, was there? Except he couldn't just leave the little beast behind him. But, he knew that the bigger one would go after them (He did take subjects on zoology and biology in college, after all). With a soft, "I'm sorry," He motioned for the other two to get in the car before him.

Surely, the demon would intervene if things got too far. Wouldn't it?

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itsmydayoff
2009-08-17 04:32 am UTC (link)

The tap on his shoulder was more than enough of a signal to get Reno moving again, darting after Rufus with all the determination of someone who very well might be eaten by a giant scary whatever-that-was in a matter of minutes. He was only barely aware that Walter failed to follow immediately, but as it turned out, it didn't really matter. Before any of them got far, a car appeared on the scene and Reno heard whoever was driving it offer them a ride.

He took a few more steps while that processed and then changed his course to head toward the car... only to discover there was no driver. He stopped in his tracks a few feet away from the car's door.

"... the hell?" He had enough time to blink once in confusion before the shake of the ground brought him back to the more pressing part of this strange scene and he hopped through the nearest door into the car's back seat. He waved his hand, motioning for Rufus and Walter to follow.

He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but being inside the car was at least some kind of protection. It was only belatedly that he made the connection between there not seeming to be a driver and the fact that he couldn't drive from the back seat, but then the car had gotten there somehow. Had it driven itself? Whatever, he'd figure it out later.

[ooc: Yes, if he was thinking clearly, he would figure out this was Jazz. But he's really not thinking that clearly. >.>]

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whosoldtheworld
2009-08-17 07:28 pm UTC (link)

Rufus was in the passenger seat with the bird-thing deposited thoughtlessly in his lap, motioning for Walter to get in the back and close the single long side door, when he looked up and noticed the blatant lack of a driver. He whipped his head around. Reno was sitting in the back, and Rufus was ready to demand an explanation— I know for a fact that you're a more accomplished getaway driver than this —when he registered the confused look on the Turk's face, and the unlikelihood of even the notoriously resourceful Reno being able to procure a getaway car in Niflheim. Someone had been driving it, though; someone had called for them to get in. But the driver seemed to be gone, now, effectively rendering the car a high-powered can of sardines.

He shook his head, decided on a course of action. Tseng had made sure Rufus knew how to drive himself out of trouble— well, more like Rufus had been a bored 14 year old whose family just happened to own several car companies (subsidiaries, all) with numerous private driving tracks each, and had conned/bribed/begged the professionally trained future director of the Turks to take him and teach him, but the fact remained: he knew how to get out of this particular jam.

Thus he was preparing to hop the gear-shift and take the wheel when another shrieking cry split the air, and the car began to rattle in time with the thudding foot-falls of the 60 foot long beast charging toward them. It came out of the trees in an easy two-legged gait, but then dropped its long, talon-tipped arms to the ground as well and picked up speed on all fours, crossing from the woods to the car in barely five strides. The tall, thin sail on its back flexed with each step and the heavy whipcord tail shifted for balance, and every spare inch of its skin seemed to carry a thick spike, even its sagging jowls.

Those jowls shook as it drew to a stop right in front of the car with one spiky front leg to either side of the engine, its sail quivering and its tail lashing and its nose close enough to steam the windshield, opened its mouth and roared. A strand of saliva shivered and broke between two long, cone-shaped teeth. Then it snapped its great jaws closed, cutting the sound off into a dull, distant reverberation and the echoes left between Rufus' ears, lowered its head further, and pressed one massive gold, slit-pupil eye right to the windshield.

"That thing," Rufus muttered, past the nauseating twist of déjà vu in his throat, "had better not have lasers."

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holy_assumption
2009-08-21 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Walter jumped in to the car, now that Reno and Rufus had gotten into the mystery car before him, and closed the door just before the huge beastie moved, and ducked down the best of his ability, trying to keep a level head, and ignore Valtiel's chiding laughter.

Walter was 'glad' that someone saw the humor in it, and hoped that he would be let in on the joke sometime soon.

I got permission, I hope? o.o

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silverknight
2009-08-27 02:14 pm UTC (link)

[OOC: sorry for the lateness.]

Once the men were all in his cab - and no, he really should not find their reaction to his arrival find so amusing -, Jazz closed the doors and drove, just in the moment that Spino-cutey decided to try munching on his exo-skin. He let lose a happy laugh.

"So," he said when circa twenty metres were between him and the saurian. No need to make the chase end too early, after all. "Any wishes as to where I should let you out, guys?"

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readsyournotes
2009-08-28 06:27 pm UTC (link)

Now that the creature was gone L climbed down what was left of the ladder and dropped to the barn’s floor. He could hear a mixture of sounds outside now, not too distant but close and moving in his direction. He could distinguish a few of them; the cries of animals sounding out alarm, heavy footsteps of something very large giving chase to prey and… a vehicle? L thought for a moment that he must have been hearing things.

His distress over being something’s lunch had been temporarily overthrown by this oddity. So far in his limited exploration of the Emptiness he had not seen vehicles of any sort, working or not. It had been something he had noticed rather quickly when the sun rose. He stepped outside of the barn to investigate, pulling the hay from his hair as he did.

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