Rufus ShinRa (whosoldtheworld) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-08-09 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz, l, rating: pg-13, reno, rufus, walter |
Do-You-Think-He-Saurus?
Who: Rufus, Jazz, L, Walter, Reno
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.))