Re: Mini-Grand 5110 <Round 2: Chrome City>
12-10-2011, 06:51 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Standing on a street corner adjacent to the McGrease fast food restaurant in question was a man in a blue baseball cap, the peak of which was pulled down to obscure his face. He was wearing a blue jacket and blue fingerless gloves. If you could see his eyes it would be a fair bet that they too were blue. At the back of his neck, if you were so inclined you might notice a pair of scars adjacent to one another that disappeared beneath his jacket. He stood there, smoking a cigarette as people panicked and pushed past him. To be fair to them they had reason to behave in such a manner. Moments before the restaurant across the street had practically exploded. The windows had shattered, the individual razor sharp shards of glass propelled a good way into the street. A couple of unlucky passers by had met an unfortunate end as chunks of glass had skewered their body. The walls had creaked and crackled and finally crumbled. The roof was blown clean off, great chunks of plaster slamming into other buildings or coming to rest in the street around the blue suited figure.
The occupants of the restaurant climbed through the rubble and fled as best they could. The noise and the chaos continued even after the customers and most of the staff fled from the wreckage of the fast food joint. People stood in the street and gawped at what they saw; a tornado thrashing in the air above the ruins of the McGrease. The man in blue did not move throughout all of this. It was only as the scene seemed to have momentarily calmed that he produced from his pocket a mobile phone and called a number he knew from memory. It rang for a minute before being picked up.
“Yeah?” The voice on the other end sounded like someone who didn’t like to be bothered unless it was important.
“I have found something interesting.” The man in blue said.
“Define something interesting.” The impatient voice replied gruffly. “Like oh look at this flowerice that has a slightly different pattern than the other flowerices or what? Give me some context.”
“I have discovered a new battlemonster.” He said matter-of-factly.
“A new battlemonster?” The voice replied incredulously. “Way to bury the lead, kid. Look what’s your name again?”
“Thomice.” The man in blue replied.
“Thomice… whatever.” The voice replied. “Look, get out there and bag that battlemonster. Do it for Team Unity. Can you do that for me?”
“I need backup.” Thomice said coolly. “This thing just tore apart a building.”
“Jesus!” The voice snapped. “You might have started with that. Okay I’m sending a containment team down to help you capture it. Anything else you want to tell me? Is it ten foot tall and made of magma?”
“No.” Thomice replied. “That is all.”
“Good.” The voice replied irritably. “Don’t try to engage this thing before the containment team turn up.” Thomice hung up without a word, and for a long moment he regarded the temporarily tranquil scene taking place in the restaurant across the street. He couldn’t wait for the containment team, the police would likely be here any minute and they would want to confiscate any unknown battle monsters. He cracked his knuckles and strode towards the remains of the restaurant.
He had not noticed the woman with red hair who had been standing nearby, appearing to be part of an interesting crowd, but in actuality listening in on the most unusual member of that crowd. Though he had more than piqued her interest, for the moment she was content to let things play out. She would intervene if it proved necessary.
Standing on a street corner adjacent to the McGrease fast food restaurant in question was a man in a blue baseball cap, the peak of which was pulled down to obscure his face. He was wearing a blue jacket and blue fingerless gloves. If you could see his eyes it would be a fair bet that they too were blue. At the back of his neck, if you were so inclined you might notice a pair of scars adjacent to one another that disappeared beneath his jacket. He stood there, smoking a cigarette as people panicked and pushed past him. To be fair to them they had reason to behave in such a manner. Moments before the restaurant across the street had practically exploded. The windows had shattered, the individual razor sharp shards of glass propelled a good way into the street. A couple of unlucky passers by had met an unfortunate end as chunks of glass had skewered their body. The walls had creaked and crackled and finally crumbled. The roof was blown clean off, great chunks of plaster slamming into other buildings or coming to rest in the street around the blue suited figure.
The occupants of the restaurant climbed through the rubble and fled as best they could. The noise and the chaos continued even after the customers and most of the staff fled from the wreckage of the fast food joint. People stood in the street and gawped at what they saw; a tornado thrashing in the air above the ruins of the McGrease. The man in blue did not move throughout all of this. It was only as the scene seemed to have momentarily calmed that he produced from his pocket a mobile phone and called a number he knew from memory. It rang for a minute before being picked up.
“Yeah?” The voice on the other end sounded like someone who didn’t like to be bothered unless it was important.
“I have found something interesting.” The man in blue said.
“Define something interesting.” The impatient voice replied gruffly. “Like oh look at this flowerice that has a slightly different pattern than the other flowerices or what? Give me some context.”
“I have discovered a new battlemonster.” He said matter-of-factly.
“A new battlemonster?” The voice replied incredulously. “Way to bury the lead, kid. Look what’s your name again?”
“Thomice.” The man in blue replied.
“Thomice… whatever.” The voice replied. “Look, get out there and bag that battlemonster. Do it for Team Unity. Can you do that for me?”
“I need backup.” Thomice said coolly. “This thing just tore apart a building.”
“Jesus!” The voice snapped. “You might have started with that. Okay I’m sending a containment team down to help you capture it. Anything else you want to tell me? Is it ten foot tall and made of magma?”
“No.” Thomice replied. “That is all.”
“Good.” The voice replied irritably. “Don’t try to engage this thing before the containment team turn up.” Thomice hung up without a word, and for a long moment he regarded the temporarily tranquil scene taking place in the restaurant across the street. He couldn’t wait for the containment team, the police would likely be here any minute and they would want to confiscate any unknown battle monsters. He cracked his knuckles and strode towards the remains of the restaurant.
He had not noticed the woman with red hair who had been standing nearby, appearing to be part of an interesting crowd, but in actuality listening in on the most unusual member of that crowd. Though he had more than piqued her interest, for the moment she was content to let things play out. She would intervene if it proved necessary.
Heaven Help Us | Make Room!!!! | I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You
Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You