An Era Dawns (Worm/Kaiju)
- Thread starter Lunaryon
- Start date
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- Tags
- godzilla worm taylor hebert
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Pretty sure Tyger already rolled for that, if ther term 'Lizard Wizard' is anything to go by.
- Location
- Bretonnia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh, my bad. Guess I'll roll for the Find. Do I have to roll again?
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Honestly, I don't know.
- Location
- Bretonnia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'll just edit it in the original post and see what Lunaryon says, then.
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Alright so I think the only thing that hasn't been rolled for yet is Meeting.
Edit: No wait, also need a roll for Diplo I think?
Edit: No wait, also need a roll for Diplo I think?
- 1d10 DC 2 for Progress = 4. Pass.
- 1d8 for attribution = 4.
- 1d10 DC 7 for Depression = 4. Fail.
- 1d100 for Something else = 8.
- 1d100 for Adventure = 19.
- 1d100 for Find = 41.
- 1d100 for ??? = 60.
- 1d100 for Lizard = 69.
- 1d100 DC 30,60,90,100 for Dip
- 1d9 for Meeting
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
1d9 for Meeting
Max meeting roll!
Max meeting roll!
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Okay so just Diplomacy left then.
Also, nice roll Fiction.
Also, nice roll Fiction.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Oh my, that's unfortunate.
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
It just means no Diplo increase, we can take options to improve it in the future.
There's even 4 of them.
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FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Taylor is really very bad at this talking thing.
At least we found a new pet and now get unconditional love. That's great for curing Depression.
At least we found a new pet and now get unconditional love. That's great for curing Depression.
OH, THATS JUST EVEN WORSE!!
THE DICE IS RUBBING IT IN OUR FACES!
An Island Tale Part 3 of 3
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Alym drops down into a squat, taking a moment and watching as Kong lumbers off towards the North. She wonders what the Lo'tan might be doing, before she shakes her head. There are more interesting things to think about after all. Carefully drawing her new blade once again, the girl carefully moves from stance to stance, trying to get a feel for the weapon.
It is larger than the swords that she is used to using, but lighter than them as well. It is a distinctly odd mix of feelings, one that she is going to have to take some time to get used to. The soft glow from within the blade seems to surge for a moment each time that she moves it. The color and the light are both… Familiar, but Alym can't put a finger on exactly why.
If only she had more time. Alym would prefer to spend a day or two practicing with the blade before using it, but with the storm coming she doesn't have that opportunity. The village comes first. Slotting the weapon back into its sheath, Alym turns her attention away from the north and towards the forest to the south.
The forest to the south of the mountains isn't a particularly good place to hunt, all things considered - There are some of the smaller animals that still live on the island. Hares and deer, foxes and chickens can make a good hearty meal for a hunter. A single meal for a single hunter. If you want to feed a village, you need to hunt larger and more dangerous beasts, and given how many hunters pass through these woods most of the beasts have learned over time that it is more trouble than it is worth to try and hunt around here. Generations upon generations of Nilua hunters have blooded the noses of many of the larger predators that have dared to make the woods their homes, driving them away from the village walls.
Captain Engelhorn refers to the forest as being 'tamed'. He says it almost like the forest itself is a beast, and Alym thinks that the man might have a point. After all, even the handful of domesticated creatures that the villagers raise can be dangerous if they aren't treated right. Nearly all of them have horns or tusks or claws. For instance, the horned Lep'bukk are a goat-like species that has lived on the mountains for nearly as long as the Nilua themselves, and have a powerful poison in their blood that makes people see things that aren't there. The beat of the Lep'bukk has to be cooked carefully and thoroughly in order to purge the effect.
Slowly creeping through the forest, Alym comes to a stop and looks over towards one of the trees. At a glance the tree itself looks sickly, with dull leaves that droop down, and something that looks like pale white vines growing over the bark. This is another example of how even the things that the village has mastered can still be dangerous. The Haora are a parasitic species of carnivorous vines that grow in this part of the forest. They are useful, but have to be handled very carefully if you don't want to end up hurt, or dead.
Through the use of a complex hydraulic system, the Haora are capable of flinging themselves off of the trees that they grow on, the vines scattering like a wide net before coiling tight together. For the larger beasts that live on the island, these vines are annoying, but not anything too problematic. For smaller creatures like humans however these vines can be a death sentence if you are caught unawares. The forces that the vines use to coil together to try and catch the larger creatures is enough to shatter human bones, and the thin barbs that the vines use to draw and drink blood from the beasts are equally long enough to flense flesh off of humans.
Taking a moment to look around, Alym grins and grabs a fist sized rock from off the ground. Unhooking her sling from her belt, Alym twirls her weapon, the sling whistling as it spins faster and faster and faster before she lets the stone fly free. With a heavy Thunk The stone crashes against the side of the tree, and all at once the vines extend outwards into the air, trying to catch prey that just isn't there. Just as quickly as the vines shoot out, they collapse back down, coiling around each other to become a ball of snarled vines and thorns. It drops to the forest floor and Alym rushes forward. It may take the vines an hour or so for the pressure to balance itself out and allow the vines to relax, but every moment that she waits more of the sticky goo inside makes its way into the ball. Drawing her knife from her boot, Alym slashes the tail end of the vine where it stretches out of the ball, before she stuffs the mass of vines into the smaller pack that the girl has on her hip.
While it can take hours to slowly work on uncoiling the vines and removing the thorns, there is a very good reason why the Village collects them whenever they have a chance. The outer layers of the vine are tasty and nutritious. That on its own is good enough, but the inner core of the plant can be treated to create an elastic material that has dozens of uses through the village. But vines alone does not a meal make, especially not for an entire village.
Alym continues to carefully creep along the forest floor, looking out for tracks or any sign of habitation. She is getting closer and closer to the edge of Nilua territory, and with it the area where she could be considered something even close to safe. Not that her home is ever really safe. As she moves, she suddenly hears a soft shuffling noise. Immediately, the girl freezes in her tracks, the girl quickly looking over her shoulder, before glancing up along the branches.
Ah! There!
Standing carefully in the branches high above Alym, she spots a pair of Bahan'deacs, or as they are more commonly called 'Treetop Lizards'. Back in the village the children were playing Mountain and Monster with one of the children pretending to be a Bahan'deac.
Standing at a little more than five and a half feet at the shoulders and more than fifteen feet long, the Treetops Lizards are the much smaller cousins to the Serhan'deac that runs through the plains further down the islands. Treetops lizards are herbivores that primarily eat leaves from the middle layers of the forest, where the branches of the trees are still strong enough to carry them. Bringing down both of the lizards will be extremely difficult, but just taking down one of them would be enough meat to feed half the village for a day.
Actually. Alym grins, a thought running through her head as she recalls the playing children from earlier. Carefully stepping back and away from the lizards, Alym starts to scale a tree. Climbing high and higher into the branches, first to the middle layer where the treetop lizards live, and then higher to the top layer. Of course, the girl is going to have to be careful climbing through this part of the treetops - In part because any of these branches could give way at any moment, but also because the forest tops are where Qwitz'cotl make their nests.
The roughly eight foot long flying vipers aren't that dangerous. Sure, they might be venomous, but Alym carries a dose of antivenin any time that she lives the village. More importantly, they hit hard when they dive bomb onto their prey in order to bit down. The impact itself is more than enough to shatter any of the thinner branches along the tops of the forest, and a drop like that would be dangerous on it's own. Even discounting the heavy, hungry snake that would be trying to kill her in that situation.
Higher and higher Alym climbs until she can see the sun once more. A glance towards the horizon causes Alym to pause for a moment however. It has been more than two hours at this point, but the storm clouds seem to be just as distant now as they were when she set out to Kong's temple.
That's… weird. Storms don't normally stay in one place like that. Whatever. Something to worry about later. Turning from the horizon, Alym first looks to the skies, then all around to try and find a Qwitz. Thankfully, there don't seem to be any, which means that it is safer than it could be to try and replicate Anya's assault. Hand by hand and foot by foot, Alym slowly slides across the top of the treetops, pausing nearly every movement to make sure that any branch will be able to hold her weight.
It is nerve wracking, more than a little terrifying, but more than anything else…
This is exhilarating. This is why Alym is a hunter, and not any of the other things that the village needs to survive. Putting herself to the test, pushing herself to the limit and seeing what all she can do. Closer and closer she creeps, until the young woman is right above the treetop lizard.
Drawing her blade in a single smooth motion, Alym leaps. For a single moment the world seems to fade away, everything blurring out of focus as Alym's world collapses down to just the girl, her weapon, and her target. As she falls, the tip of her blade touches a leaf, sparks dancing along the edge of the blade hot enough to slice through the leaf and to make it curl and dry out from the heat.
Ten feet to her target.
Eight feet to her target. The treetop lizard starts to lean forwards, carefully balancing as it reaches for some leaves.
Six feet. The creature twists its head to get a better grasp on the juicy plants that it loves so much, but in doing so the beast's eye locks with Alym's.
Four feet. All at once, fear blooms in the creature's eyes, the realization of a predator right there, already so close. Twisting with every inch of her body, Alym brings her sword down, the motion lifting her body and seeming to slow her fall for the briefest of moments.
Two feet. Alym's new sword touches the skin of the treetop beast, cutting through the scaly hide before Alym's world explodes. Heat and light flash as thunder seems to boom right by the girl, her hands and arms jerking as blade hits something heavy and hard, likely bone. But for the sword to have sliced so cleanly…
That just shouldn't be possible. Not to mention the lightning flash. Blinking away the worst of the flash blindness, Alym realizes that no. It isn't the bone of the treetop beast that her sword is hitting.
It's the trunk of the tree. Alym's blade sliced cleanly through the treetop beast. Through the branch the lizard was standing on, and into the core of the tree. Yet, even despite that, the girl is able to pull her serrated blade back through the core of the tree with both hands. It isn't easy, but it should be all but impossible. Alym's hand twitches a little, tingling from the feel of the electricity that nearly ran through it. Lightning.
Somehow, Alym's new sword contains a bolt of lightning. The Nilua people have done experiments, trying to capture the destructive power of lightning before, but they have been stymied. Metal rods have been set further along the mountain away from the village in order to make sure that no storms strike the village directly, but her people have never managed to figure out how to hold onto that power.
If they could figure out how to contain it… then they could turn it against the monsters of the island, giving them one more weapon in their fight for survival. Of course, having so effortlessly decapitated one of the Treetop lizards, the other has already fled by the time that Alym managed to blink the darkness out of her vision. Hmm…
She's going to need something to protect her vision when she uses this. But for now, she needs to get this back to the village. Crawling back up to the treetops, Alym pulls free the bamboo tube at her waist. Checking to make sure that the honey tipped end is pointed upwards, Alym twists the bottom, splintering the thing layer of fiber keeping the bile of a desert rodent separate from the glowdust of a giant light beetle. The two mix and bubble, the pressure building until the heat weakens the wax. And with a sharp scream, the mixture soars high into the air, trailing a bright red smoke after it.
There's no way that Alym is going to be able to carry back a whole Treetop lizard by herself, so help from the village is going to be needed. Sliding back down the length of the tree, the girl leaps from the lowest branch, her new sword trailing electrical sparks as she swings it at the seven foot tall mantises that have already started to gather. The meat eating pests aren't any good eating themselves, but they love to try and steal the meat off of the Nilua's kills.
The sparks seem to be doing good to frighten them off, but that won't last long. Hopefully the others aren't going to be too far behind. With a sword like this, Alym has more hunts to begin.
It is larger than the swords that she is used to using, but lighter than them as well. It is a distinctly odd mix of feelings, one that she is going to have to take some time to get used to. The soft glow from within the blade seems to surge for a moment each time that she moves it. The color and the light are both… Familiar, but Alym can't put a finger on exactly why.
If only she had more time. Alym would prefer to spend a day or two practicing with the blade before using it, but with the storm coming she doesn't have that opportunity. The village comes first. Slotting the weapon back into its sheath, Alym turns her attention away from the north and towards the forest to the south.
The forest to the south of the mountains isn't a particularly good place to hunt, all things considered - There are some of the smaller animals that still live on the island. Hares and deer, foxes and chickens can make a good hearty meal for a hunter. A single meal for a single hunter. If you want to feed a village, you need to hunt larger and more dangerous beasts, and given how many hunters pass through these woods most of the beasts have learned over time that it is more trouble than it is worth to try and hunt around here. Generations upon generations of Nilua hunters have blooded the noses of many of the larger predators that have dared to make the woods their homes, driving them away from the village walls.
Captain Engelhorn refers to the forest as being 'tamed'. He says it almost like the forest itself is a beast, and Alym thinks that the man might have a point. After all, even the handful of domesticated creatures that the villagers raise can be dangerous if they aren't treated right. Nearly all of them have horns or tusks or claws. For instance, the horned Lep'bukk are a goat-like species that has lived on the mountains for nearly as long as the Nilua themselves, and have a powerful poison in their blood that makes people see things that aren't there. The beat of the Lep'bukk has to be cooked carefully and thoroughly in order to purge the effect.
Slowly creeping through the forest, Alym comes to a stop and looks over towards one of the trees. At a glance the tree itself looks sickly, with dull leaves that droop down, and something that looks like pale white vines growing over the bark. This is another example of how even the things that the village has mastered can still be dangerous. The Haora are a parasitic species of carnivorous vines that grow in this part of the forest. They are useful, but have to be handled very carefully if you don't want to end up hurt, or dead.
Through the use of a complex hydraulic system, the Haora are capable of flinging themselves off of the trees that they grow on, the vines scattering like a wide net before coiling tight together. For the larger beasts that live on the island, these vines are annoying, but not anything too problematic. For smaller creatures like humans however these vines can be a death sentence if you are caught unawares. The forces that the vines use to coil together to try and catch the larger creatures is enough to shatter human bones, and the thin barbs that the vines use to draw and drink blood from the beasts are equally long enough to flense flesh off of humans.
Taking a moment to look around, Alym grins and grabs a fist sized rock from off the ground. Unhooking her sling from her belt, Alym twirls her weapon, the sling whistling as it spins faster and faster and faster before she lets the stone fly free. With a heavy Thunk The stone crashes against the side of the tree, and all at once the vines extend outwards into the air, trying to catch prey that just isn't there. Just as quickly as the vines shoot out, they collapse back down, coiling around each other to become a ball of snarled vines and thorns. It drops to the forest floor and Alym rushes forward. It may take the vines an hour or so for the pressure to balance itself out and allow the vines to relax, but every moment that she waits more of the sticky goo inside makes its way into the ball. Drawing her knife from her boot, Alym slashes the tail end of the vine where it stretches out of the ball, before she stuffs the mass of vines into the smaller pack that the girl has on her hip.
While it can take hours to slowly work on uncoiling the vines and removing the thorns, there is a very good reason why the Village collects them whenever they have a chance. The outer layers of the vine are tasty and nutritious. That on its own is good enough, but the inner core of the plant can be treated to create an elastic material that has dozens of uses through the village. But vines alone does not a meal make, especially not for an entire village.
Alym continues to carefully creep along the forest floor, looking out for tracks or any sign of habitation. She is getting closer and closer to the edge of Nilua territory, and with it the area where she could be considered something even close to safe. Not that her home is ever really safe. As she moves, she suddenly hears a soft shuffling noise. Immediately, the girl freezes in her tracks, the girl quickly looking over her shoulder, before glancing up along the branches.
Ah! There!
Standing carefully in the branches high above Alym, she spots a pair of Bahan'deacs, or as they are more commonly called 'Treetop Lizards'. Back in the village the children were playing Mountain and Monster with one of the children pretending to be a Bahan'deac.
Standing at a little more than five and a half feet at the shoulders and more than fifteen feet long, the Treetops Lizards are the much smaller cousins to the Serhan'deac that runs through the plains further down the islands. Treetops lizards are herbivores that primarily eat leaves from the middle layers of the forest, where the branches of the trees are still strong enough to carry them. Bringing down both of the lizards will be extremely difficult, but just taking down one of them would be enough meat to feed half the village for a day.
Actually. Alym grins, a thought running through her head as she recalls the playing children from earlier. Carefully stepping back and away from the lizards, Alym starts to scale a tree. Climbing high and higher into the branches, first to the middle layer where the treetop lizards live, and then higher to the top layer. Of course, the girl is going to have to be careful climbing through this part of the treetops - In part because any of these branches could give way at any moment, but also because the forest tops are where Qwitz'cotl make their nests.
The roughly eight foot long flying vipers aren't that dangerous. Sure, they might be venomous, but Alym carries a dose of antivenin any time that she lives the village. More importantly, they hit hard when they dive bomb onto their prey in order to bit down. The impact itself is more than enough to shatter any of the thinner branches along the tops of the forest, and a drop like that would be dangerous on it's own. Even discounting the heavy, hungry snake that would be trying to kill her in that situation.
Higher and higher Alym climbs until she can see the sun once more. A glance towards the horizon causes Alym to pause for a moment however. It has been more than two hours at this point, but the storm clouds seem to be just as distant now as they were when she set out to Kong's temple.
That's… weird. Storms don't normally stay in one place like that. Whatever. Something to worry about later. Turning from the horizon, Alym first looks to the skies, then all around to try and find a Qwitz. Thankfully, there don't seem to be any, which means that it is safer than it could be to try and replicate Anya's assault. Hand by hand and foot by foot, Alym slowly slides across the top of the treetops, pausing nearly every movement to make sure that any branch will be able to hold her weight.
It is nerve wracking, more than a little terrifying, but more than anything else…
This is exhilarating. This is why Alym is a hunter, and not any of the other things that the village needs to survive. Putting herself to the test, pushing herself to the limit and seeing what all she can do. Closer and closer she creeps, until the young woman is right above the treetop lizard.
Drawing her blade in a single smooth motion, Alym leaps. For a single moment the world seems to fade away, everything blurring out of focus as Alym's world collapses down to just the girl, her weapon, and her target. As she falls, the tip of her blade touches a leaf, sparks dancing along the edge of the blade hot enough to slice through the leaf and to make it curl and dry out from the heat.
Ten feet to her target.
Eight feet to her target. The treetop lizard starts to lean forwards, carefully balancing as it reaches for some leaves.
Six feet. The creature twists its head to get a better grasp on the juicy plants that it loves so much, but in doing so the beast's eye locks with Alym's.
Four feet. All at once, fear blooms in the creature's eyes, the realization of a predator right there, already so close. Twisting with every inch of her body, Alym brings her sword down, the motion lifting her body and seeming to slow her fall for the briefest of moments.
Two feet. Alym's new sword touches the skin of the treetop beast, cutting through the scaly hide before Alym's world explodes. Heat and light flash as thunder seems to boom right by the girl, her hands and arms jerking as blade hits something heavy and hard, likely bone. But for the sword to have sliced so cleanly…
That just shouldn't be possible. Not to mention the lightning flash. Blinking away the worst of the flash blindness, Alym realizes that no. It isn't the bone of the treetop beast that her sword is hitting.
It's the trunk of the tree. Alym's blade sliced cleanly through the treetop beast. Through the branch the lizard was standing on, and into the core of the tree. Yet, even despite that, the girl is able to pull her serrated blade back through the core of the tree with both hands. It isn't easy, but it should be all but impossible. Alym's hand twitches a little, tingling from the feel of the electricity that nearly ran through it. Lightning.
Somehow, Alym's new sword contains a bolt of lightning. The Nilua people have done experiments, trying to capture the destructive power of lightning before, but they have been stymied. Metal rods have been set further along the mountain away from the village in order to make sure that no storms strike the village directly, but her people have never managed to figure out how to hold onto that power.
If they could figure out how to contain it… then they could turn it against the monsters of the island, giving them one more weapon in their fight for survival. Of course, having so effortlessly decapitated one of the Treetop lizards, the other has already fled by the time that Alym managed to blink the darkness out of her vision. Hmm…
She's going to need something to protect her vision when she uses this. But for now, she needs to get this back to the village. Crawling back up to the treetops, Alym pulls free the bamboo tube at her waist. Checking to make sure that the honey tipped end is pointed upwards, Alym twists the bottom, splintering the thing layer of fiber keeping the bile of a desert rodent separate from the glowdust of a giant light beetle. The two mix and bubble, the pressure building until the heat weakens the wax. And with a sharp scream, the mixture soars high into the air, trailing a bright red smoke after it.
There's no way that Alym is going to be able to carry back a whole Treetop lizard by herself, so help from the village is going to be needed. Sliding back down the length of the tree, the girl leaps from the lowest branch, her new sword trailing electrical sparks as she swings it at the seven foot tall mantises that have already started to gather. The meat eating pests aren't any good eating themselves, but they love to try and steal the meat off of the Nilua's kills.
The sparks seem to be doing good to frighten them off, but that won't last long. Hopefully the others aren't going to be too far behind. With a sword like this, Alym has more hunts to begin.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
And there you have proof that you don't need to be psychic, or a parahuman, or an avatar, to be extremely dangerous.
I'm sure someone on the Venture packed sunglasses all those decades ago.
I'm sure someone on the Venture packed sunglasses all those decades ago.
I'm sure the Captain has an old spare somewhere lying around.
You just need a magic sword gifted by a kaiju. Or any form of sufficiently swanky gear, honestly.
Hmm, interesting premise, tho surprised Atomic Breath beam Godzilla didn't win. (Statwise Evo does seem better for growth)
Possibly Canon - A recording from 1954
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
1954
The Fallout
The Fallout
The following is a transcript of an old tape recording, made in the event that the original is lost or destroyed.
Recording Starts:
EVANS: This is Officer Jack Evans on November 3rd , 1954, 10:00. Purpose of this is to record the interview regarding the trespassing on November 1st by two individuals. Please confirm your identities.
SERIZAWA: Dr Daisuke Serizawa, Japanese, 39, Chemist.
MARTIN: Stephen Martin, Canadian-American, 37, Journalist
EVANS: Thank you. Now, the both of you are aware that your actions two days ago constitute unlawful trespassing on property of the United States military?
MARTIN: You've said so before.
EVANS: And, for the record, you were aware at the time that your actions were indeed trespassing?
SERIZAWA: It was regrettable, but we saw no other way.
EVANS: For what reason did the two of you decide it would be a good idea to try to trespass on military property?
SERIZAWA: We have already told you why.
EVANS: [Audible sighing] This again.
MARTIN: Our answer isn't going to change. We wanted to know the truth of what happened on March 1st.
EVANS: And why on earth would a pair of supposed civilians want to know about military secrets? Especially secrets related to our nuclear programme.
MARTIN: With all due respect, Sir, given what the results of your little firework show have been, I think you'll find that a lot of people are very interested in what exactly you did and didn't know when you set it off.
SERIZAWA: If it was not for the unfortunate case of the crew of the Daigo Fukuryu Maru and the impact their catch had on Japan, I imagine you would be halfway through a moderately effective cover up of what happened when the fallout hit the Marshall Islands.
EVANS: Now listen here –
SERIZAWA: Radioactive dust fell across the area in white crystals. Children ran outside to play in the 'snow'. Some of them even ate it.
EVANS: And it has already been explained that it wasn't supposed to be that big! The side effects of the testing are regrettable, but what else is there to say? It was a test, same as countless others that we have done to make sure that America is not defenseless! That is all that you two Reds need to know.
MARTIN: For the last time, neither of us are Russian agents!
SERIZAWA: I just do not like you.
MARTIN: [just above a whisper] Daisuke, now isn't the time.
EVANS: [Tired, Exhausted laughter] Alright then. Hell, we've been hitting our head against this wall long enough. Let's pretend that the two of you aren't spies, despite the fact that the commies sure as hell are gonna want to know how to make their own Shrimp. What could you possibly want to know that the public haven't already cottoned onto, huh?
SERIZAWA: What were you trying to kill at Bikini Atoll?
[For a period of 12 to 13 seconds, no sound is recorded]
EVANS: It was a test. It wasn't meant to kill anything. You test a bomb before you try to kill something using it. That's what a test's for.
SERIZAWA: And why do I not believe that?
EVANS: I don't need to tell anything to either of you! Reds or not, what you committed was a crime, and –
HUNTER: Leave them be.
[Another pause, this time for just 3 to 4 seconds]
EVANS: I'm sorry, who the hell are you?
HUNTER: Lee Hunter. I'm with the Government, as a specialist researcher. And the two of them aren't spies.
SERIZAWA: [whispered] Hunter…?
EVANS: What makes you so sure?
HUNTER: Me? Nothing. But your own staff have been looking into their backgrounds. Everything that they've said so far checks out. I'm sure that there will be some kind of consequences for them later, but they do indeed appear to just be two concerned civilians wanting to make sure everything is on the up and up. That being said, I will need to interview the two of them, and i'm approved to do so. The documents are here if you want to check.
[For 4 minutes and 12 seconds, all that can be heard is the occasional flipping of paper]
EVANS: …It indeed appears that everything is in order. Very well then. Mr Hunter. Gentlemen.
[Sound of door slamming shut]
HUNTER: Well, you sure managed to rile him up.
SERIZAWA: I do not like soldiers.
HUNTER: Honestly, I'm surprised, given your history of military service.
MARTIN: What are you implying with that?
SERIZAWA: Steve, please.
[In the background, someone exhales loudly]
SERIZAWA: I only ever served as a surgeon. Had I done anything else, I would have been put in jail and my family would have suffered for my own pride. I hoped, at the very least, that by saving the life of some fool who joined out of misplaced patriotism, that I might in some way make up for being part of such a monstrous existence as the Imperial Japanese Army.
HUNTER: Is that where you lost your eye?
SERIZAWA: … Yes. How much do you know about us already?
HUNTER: Daisuke Serizawa, aged 39. Raised in Tokyo, though technically born on Odo Island during a trip. Holder of a PhD in Chemistry, specifically focusing on oxygen containing compounds in the body. You're also a licenced Surgeon, and have a degree in palaeontology, though that you only gained after your time in the military. As for your marital history –
SERIZAWA: I got engaged to Yamane when I was young and foolish, and we both soon realised it would not make us happy. We parted understanding that, remain good friends, and both of us found love elsewhere.
HUNTER: …I'm sorry. I should have known I was potentially touching a sore subject.
[Short, sharp exhalation]
HUNTER: Anyway. Stephen Martin, Age 37, born in British Columbia in Canada, though moved to America with parents a few years later. Bachelor. Journalist with almost 2 decades worth of experience. Served as a War-Reporter, though later wrote a series of reports focusing on the survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Impressive stuff, though some would argue that you were critical in ways that might be a concern.
MARTIN: I value the truth. Everything that I found suggested that Japan already knew they couldn't win the war, and that the main purpose of the bombs was for an unconditional surrender instead of a negotiated one. The truth is none of the people in those cities needed to die for America to be victorious.
HUNTER: All stuff that you're obviously passionate about. But you didn't come her to talk about events from a decade ago, did you?
MARTIN: Okay, who are you? You said you're a researcher, but what kind?
HUNTER: Glad you asked. I'm a palaeontologist.
MARTIN: And how does a palaeontologist know where we are just a couple of days after this incident?
SERIZAWA: T. Nesbitt, T. Elson, L. Hunter, 1949, On possible nuclear energy consumption in ancient organisms.
MARTIN: What?
SERIZAWA: I remember where I heard your name. You worked on a paper about the hypothetical methods by which organisms might evolve to be able to use background radiation as a source of energy, as well as suggesting such might have already happened in ancient megafauna.
HUNTER: [Awkward chuckle] please, I was just an assistant. Tom and Thurgood did most of the actual work.
SERIZAWA: It was a good report. A little outlandish perhaps, but it explained its reasoning well enough.
MARTIN: Is that how you found us? You were looking into incidents that might involve large, old animals?
HUNTER: Something like that. The group I'm working for is more of a small team of researchers looking into certain anomalies, all of which have some similarities.
SERIZAWA: Please. Describe them.
HUNTER: Islands that supposedly contain monsters, but which mysteriously vanish into the sea without a trace. Temples on opposite sides of the world depicting gigantic moths with the same pattern, one that matches no known species. A lizard from the ocean is drawn to the sound of a foghorn on misty nights, only to eventually destroy the attached lighthouse when it stops. That kind of thing.
MARTIN: Dear god.
HUNTER: No trust me, I'm making it sound more interesting than it is. All we really have is a bunch of rumours and stories, the occasional ruin, but nothing that can actually be used to confirm anything. That 'foghorn' story is the closest we've come to a confirmed sighting of such a creature, and it's from two lighthouse keepers with no other witnesses. Easy to write off as a tall tale – and the lighthouse rubble is brushed off as some kind of seismic event. For the most part, we really are just a niche research group occasionally tossed some funding to look at weird stuff because no one else is that interested.
MARTIN: Until this year.
HUNTER: Heh. Yep, until this year. I've got a feeling our workload is about to get significantly larger.
SERIZAWA: Gojira is the kind of proof that is undisputable. I imagine its existence was a rude awakening, however.
HUNTER: 'Godzilla'? Is that what you called it?
MARTIN: Gojira. Though honestly, 'Godzilla' as a name doesn't feel wrong.
SERIZAWA: If anything I have seen deserved to have 'God' in its name, that creature might well be it.
HUNTER: Then you really did see it… This is incredible! I thought you might have seen some signs it had left behind, but something like this was far beyond what I was expecting! Look, I need to ask the both of you about what happened. I'll tell you what I can about Castle Bravo in exchange, though I'm sure it's not much in comparison.
SERIZAWA: I am not sure that is legal.
HUNTER: And trespassing on military property is?
SERIZAWA:… A fair point.
MARTIN: Daisuke, do you mind if I start?
SERIZAWA: I do not see much of a reason not to.
HUNTER: Hold on. Tape in this is almost out. Let me just replace it, then we can begin.
Recording Ends.
So, this is part of a small series of probably non-canon omakes I'm going to be working on. I'm assuming that Lunaryon likely already has something in mind for the Characters of Daisuke Serizawa and (possibly) Steve Martin, as well as the events that happened in 1954, and we don't really know enough about the setting to do much besides guess. But I do kinda want to take a shot at writing something for this quest.
Lee Hunter and Jack Evans are names taken from characters from 'The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms', a 1953 movie that provided inspiration for Godzilla (though it used Ray Harryhausen stop motion instead of suits). However, given I've not actually managed to see the movie, consider these characters to be in name only. The names Tom Nesbitt and Thurgood Elson come from the same movie, being the name of the main protagonist (a physicist) and one of the supporting characters (A palaeontologist)
The 'Foghorn' incident that I describe comes from the Ray Bradbury short story 'The Fog Horn', in which a dinosaur like monster is drawn sometimes to the sound of a foghorn, thinking it is another of its kind (it is implied to be the last, and deeply lonely), and later destroys the Lighthouse when the keepers turn the sound off, before slinking into the ocean never to be seen again. This story would provide the inspiration for 'The Beast from 20,000 fathoms, though it differs significantly.
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FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Probably need more detail in the title.
Getting Two Adaptations at once derails an update...
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X][PLAN] Reckless? Not at All.
- [X] Try and find the lizard yourself
- [X] Hang out with Otaki and Yun
-[X] YOUR HAIR!
- [X] Try and find the lizard yourself
- [X] Hang out with Otaki and Yun
-[X] YOUR HAIR!
"Not much." You admit. "It's cold out, so I was planning on hanging around in the forge for a bit, maybe talk to Dad if he is in."
"I think he's still out picking out the new forklifts." Otaki says. "I still say that he should let me design some new ones from the bottom up, but apparently OSHA wouldn't approve. Bah. What do a bunch of orcas know about designing safety equipment anyways?"
If there is one thing that you will quietly admit, it is that talking with Otaki is always good for lifting your spirits. "But if you're cold, then head on inside. I know that Lacey is still taking calls. She might know more about where your tou-san is."
Waving the two men off, you go and do just that.
The inside of the Union's main building is actually a decent bit warmer than the outside, but it is still far too cold for your liking. Across the room, Lacey sits at her desk, the woman's legs kicked up onto the table as she idly buffs her nails with a file.
"Oh. Hey Taylor." She says, waving as she pushes a lock of red hair out of her eyes. "If you're here to talk to your dad, I'm afraid he's out."
You just shrug, "that was part of the plan, yeah." You admit, "But there's more that I need to do that might actually work better if Dad is out."
"Oh?" Lacey asks, finally taking her feet off the table as she sits up, giving you a bit of a conspiratorial look. "What do you need doing that might be better if Danny isn't here for it?"
Reaching into the plastic bag that you've been hauling around, you pull Dad's present out. "There's a lack of wrapping paper at the house." You admit with a grin of your own, "And well…"
Left unsaid is a very simple truth.
Lacey knows full well what would happen if you tried to wrap Dad's present all on your own.
"Trying to avoid tying yourself up again, I see." Dad's secretary says with a wry chuckle. It is strange… Just hearing someone at Winslow chuckle is enough to raise your heckles and leave you nervous and on edge for hours.
But you don't feel anything of the sort when Lacey laughs. Maybe it is the fact that she's been a friend of the family for as long as you can remember. Maybe it is the fact that you aren't at school. Maybe it is just the fact that it is stupidly cold and you don't have the energy to be upset.
And maybe it does have a little to do with the fact that she is right. One of the last times that you tried to wrap a present, you ended up taping your arms to your sides. So it would be better for everyone if someone else tried to wrap your present for dad.
"I can get that wrapped for you." Lacey says, "We've actually got some wrapping paper here. A couple of people were wanting to wrap their kids Christmas presents somewhere the kid couldn't possibly find them."
"That would be great." You say with a laugh, before pausing. "Oh, right. There's something else too. As I was on my way here, I spotted some kids." You start to explain. Lacey sighs, and you know that she wishes she could do more for the red light kid of the Bay… "Anyways, they were watching a big lizard that one of them found."
"A lizard… In this weather? Oh that poor thing must have been freezing."
Honestly, that is a possibility. "It didn't seem cold, but it also wasn't like any lizard I've ever seen." You start to explain. Quickly going over not just the size of the thing, but the horn and the ears and how it slipped away into the sewers."
"That… That doesn't sound like any lizard that I've ever heard of." Lacey admits once you finish with your explanation.
"I'm worried that a cape made it." You admit, and after a moment Lacey slowly starts to nod.
"That makes a disturbing amount of sense." Lacey admits quietly. "Have you spoken with the PRT about it?"
"Not yet, I only just saw the thing, and I don't have a phone. Plus, I was hoping to get a picture of it before I go and talk to them. That way they can't just ignore me." You explain. Lacey looks… less than certain, but she nods all the same.
"I can't imagine that they wouldn't at least look…" Lacey argues. "After all, the Public Relations Team can't ignore the public if they don't want to look like fools."
"...There is a reason that you call them that." You point out, and Lacey winces.
"Fair."
Progress | DC 2 =1d10 = 4
[PASS! Second Avataric Adaptation Unlocked]
Attribution = 1d8 = 4
Stewardship +1
[STE 9 → 10]
Depression | DC 7 = 4
[DC NOT MET]
[PASS! Second Avataric Adaptation Unlocked]
Attribution = 1d8 = 4
Stewardship +1
[STE 9 → 10]
Depression | DC 7 = 4
[DC NOT MET]
There is a moment where you sleep and slumber, laying in your bed and huddled under layers and layers of thick blankets all stacked tall to try and keep you warm. Then all at once you find yourself away. There is no shifting - One moment you are laying there peacefully, and the next you roll up into a sitting position.
With a quiet groan, you push all those sweltering layers of blankets off to one side, before stumbling up to your feet and with a groan you stretch up. Right now, every part of your body aches, and it is without a doubt the worst kind of ache. You feel like you've been pulling on every muscle in your body as you sleep. There is this sharp tension that runs down the center of your back, splintering out to run across your ribs, and lines of pale pain run along the undersides of your arms and down the back of your calves.
Every bit of your body feels like it is just this single massive cramp, like you've stretched every muscle to the brink, and they've gotten stuck refusing to release and relax. Walking hurts, breathing hurts, every single action you take hurts. Stumbling over to your closet, you groan and moan, rolling your head and shoulders as you try to force something to loosen. It doesn't work, and as you grab clothes for the day there is a moment where you think about drawing the hottest bath that you can stand. Something like that might help you relax and loosen up…
The heat and the wet both sound so good. Hmm… You know, there are all sorts of reasons bouncing around inside of your head why you shouldn't do something like that. At the moment you just aren't sure that you care.
Stumbling into the hall, you roll one arm, then the other. Everything is so tight, it is the worst thing that you can remember feeling for the longest time. But, on the other hand, things aren't nearly as cold as they were yesterday.
That isn't to say that it isn't cold, it's just the ordinary cold of a winter day, rather than the bone deep chill that sapped your strength and consumed your will. This is just… You'd rather be wearing socks right now, instead of standing on the slightly chilly carpet.
By the time that you get to the bathroom, you've somewhat managed to convince yourself that at least for the moment, it would be better to stick with a shower. If you still hurt this much once Dad is out for the day, then after that you can see about taking a good long soak.
And it seems that the more money-frugal part of yourself has at least a few good ideas from time to time, because just the heat and the wet and the pressure of the water is enough to make you feel so much better. Little by little, you feel your muscles relaxing. One by one the pieces of the pain splinter apart and fade away. The aches subside and the cramps dissolve. By the time that you end up getting out of the shower, you finally feel relaxed and rejuvenated. Free of all the struggles that had been hurting up until now. It's only after you get dressed again that you wipe the water from the mirror.
And freeze.
Eyes wide, you scream! It wasn't exactly what you intended to do, a just sudden reaction of panic. If there is one thing that is worth noting about that. Dad is there, just moments later. You could hear him thundering up the stairs, taking them what sounded almost like three by three, rocketing against the door so hard the entire thing shakes as he slams it open. "TAYLOR!" He bellows out, before skidding to a stop.
Your father finds you standing there, eyes wide and a handful of hair tangled in your fist. A whole handful of hair white as bone.
"Wha-?" You barely stumble out half a question, trying to wrap your head around what you are seeing. "My hair…" You moan out. Dad is there again, wrapping you up in his arms as he lifts you full free off your feet.
"Taylor… Oh thank god, you're okay." He says softly. There is a part of you that wants to snap at him. Look at you. Look at your hair. Does this look okay to him?
You have a streak of long white hair hanging down from your temple. This is many things, but this is not okay.
"Dad… What the hell?" She asks, and he blushes, stepping away.
"Oh, uh… Sorry." He says, and you blink.
"Wait, whoa. Not the hug. My hair!" You shake the fist that still has your newly bleached hair in it. "What the hell happened to my hair?"
Dad is quiet for a long moment, staring at the white for long enough that you are starting to wonder if he's even realized what you are upset about. "I… I don't know Taylor. All I know is that when I heard you scream…" Dad shudders. "It sounded like…" He shakes his head. "Never mind. It's not that important. What is important is that something has happened to you and your hair, but you're not hurt. So we can figure out the rest of this as we go. But don't get me wrong, your hair changing like that sure is something… But what about…" Dad starts, before simply waving his hands at you in totality.
DUE TO THE WHITE STREAK ADAPTATION YOU MAY CHOOSE EITHER AN ADAPTATION OF THE CURRENT RANK (Minor) OR AN ADAPTATION OF THE NEXT RANK (Moderate).
CHOOSE ONE (1)
[ ][Avataric] Nictitating Membranes
- Minor
- You develop a pair of slick, silvery membranes that can be deployed over your eyes, protecting them from damage, heat, or rapid changes in brightness. As they are one way reflective, you can see through them, but people cannot see your eyes when they are deployed.
- Protects you from visual damage, and grants a minor bonus to lying to people when they are deployed. Will over time develop to further sensory abilities such as being able to see in thermal vision and the like.
[ ][Avataric] Black Finger and Toenails
- Minor
- The composition of your keratin changes drastically, making it far more durable and resistant to damage. Your nails now naturally grow towards a point, rather than flatly out, and develop a thin edge capable of cutting softer materials.
- Hair and nails become much stronger and harder to damage, nails become more like claws, which can be used to cut through many different materials if the situation calls for it. Just… Slowly, because your fingers aren't that much stronger. Will over time develop further enhancements to bones and the underlying structures of your body, as well as increasing your strength more than it already is increasing.
[ ][Avataric] Least Stretch
- Minor
- Over the following week, Taylor slowly starts to grow, gaining a total of 4 inches over the next thirteen days, reaching a max 6'2" upon the end of the winter break
- Being taller means that it is easier to reach people to hit them. But you do make a larger profile, which makes it easier for people to hit you, and can be intimidating if you are short. There really isn't any further development from this side.
[ ][Avataric] Skin Hardening
- Moderate
- Something has changed in your skin, making you much paler than you were yesterday, as if all your melanin had been destroyed. Also… Arm hair, leg hair, pits… Other than the hair on your head, all your hair appears to be gone. Actually… Do you even have pores anymore?
- Skin becomes more durable and harder to injure. You appear to have had all your annoying hair removed. If it weren't for the fact that you are warmer than you were yesterday, you might complain about the lack of hair to keep you warm. Will over time continue to become stronger and more durable, up to the point of being immune to pistol scale weaponry
[ ][Avataric] Rumbling Chest
- Moderate
- You aren't cold anymore. In fact, you feel much better. Possibly too much better.
- You aren't cold anymore. To the point where you walked out without shoes on, and the snow simply felt nice against your poor feetsies. Not an ounce of pain or cold seeped into you. This is the opposite of what happened before. Will develop further into a roar, as your lungs and heart adapt to their new forms, as well as allowing for a relatively weak breath weapon
[ ][Avataric] Spinal reinforcement
- Moderate
- There are what almost look like scales running up the center of your back, right along your spine. Thankfully they are pretty flat, which means that they are easily hidden.
- You appear to have developed a layer of protective scales over one of your most vulnerable bits. What is strange is that the spines are a deep, dark blue, rather than any reasonable color. Will over time strengthen bones and slowly begin to develop further scales over important areas.
What… What the hell?
- ONLY NEEDED IF A MODERATE ADAPTATION IS CHOSEN. IF NOT, IGNORE.
- Something very strange is happening to you, so maybe you should head to the hospital to find out why this is happening.
[ ][Hair] Don't.
- Your hair is changing color, and that isn't even getting into the other weird things. Going to the hospital is just going to end up with a meeting with the PRT… You're not sure that you want anything to do with the Wards, and Dad can't say that he trusts the PRT to do right by you… So for now you'll have to wait. If things continue getting stranger, you might have no other choice, if just so Dad knows that you aren't like, melting inside or something.
Once you handle the strange discoveries that you've made, you manage to wrangle yourself free of the rest of the day. Despite the fact that Dad had to leave for work, he still pulls a promise out of you. If anything else strange starts to happen to you, he wants you to head either straight home, or straight to the Union, whichever is closer.
These changes that you are going through are far too strange for him, and he wants to make sure that you are alright.
You don't plan on breaking that promise, because Dad is all that you have left. Once he's out the door for the day, you start to take a look through the house, searching high and low until you find what you are looking for.
Down in the basement, you've found a box filled to the brim with those plastic wrapped disposable cameras. Why Mom had… Based on the weight of the box, you'd say that this is thirty, maybe forty pounds of disposable cameras.
Why Mom had Thirty to Forty pounds of disposable cameras you don't have the slightest idea. Those aren't the only cameras that you find either. These are also two unwrapped disposable cameras laying off to one side. One has six shots out of the original twenty-seven left, and the other has fifteen.
You almost want to grab those as well, just to see about trying to find what kind of pictures are on them. Other than that, there's also an old camcorder that you vaguely remember seeing on holidays when you were younger. You've not seen this thing in years.
So really, the question comes down to - Which camera to take with you on your hunt?
[ ][Camera] Fresh
- Take a Fresh, unopened Camera. That will give you the full 27 shots that you can use to try and get plenty of pictures of the big lizard to make it as clear as possible that that thing is real.
[ ][Camera] Half full
- One of the two cameras has already used up 12 shots, leaving only fifteen. Grabbing this one will mean that you can get the pictures of the lizard, as well as a bunch of old photos developed. So win-win
[ ][Camera] Six Shot
- This Camera has nearly all of its pictures already taken. You won't have a lot of chances to try and get a good picture of the creature, but there are a lot of memories on this thing. You just need to learn what.
[ ][Camera] Camcorder
- You know what is better than pictures? Video. This camcorder can take video, though you aren't sure what is all on this. It's got about fifteen minutes of footage left. So that means that you should be able to get something. Hopefully.
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[X][Avataric] Least Stretch
I love the idea of Taylor being Tall! in a Lunaryon fanfic. It seems like it could lead to some very amusing interactions as the story continues and Taylor begins developing relationships. I also like how it will immediately change Taylor and all of her interactions shaped by physical appearance without including openly unnatural elements.
[X][Camera] Fresh
I am more interested in the narrative of investigating the giant lizard than exploring what Annette was doing in the past. I prefer the Camera over the Camcorder as the 27 potential photos gives greater room for mistakes and images recorded at different times than the single 15 minutes of Camcorder time.
I love the idea of Taylor being Tall! in a Lunaryon fanfic. It seems like it could lead to some very amusing interactions as the story continues and Taylor begins developing relationships. I also like how it will immediately change Taylor and all of her interactions shaped by physical appearance without including openly unnatural elements.
[X][Camera] Fresh
I am more interested in the narrative of investigating the giant lizard than exploring what Annette was doing in the past. I prefer the Camera over the Camcorder as the 27 potential photos gives greater room for mistakes and images recorded at different times than the single 15 minutes of Camcorder time.
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- Location
- United States
[ ][Hair] Go to the Hospital
- Something very strange is happening to you, so maybe you should head to the hospital to find out why this is happening.
[ ][Hair] Don't.
- Your hair is changing color, and that isn't even getting into the other weird things. Going to the hospital is just going to end up with a meeting with the PRT… You're not sure that you want anything to do with the Wards, and Dad can't say that he trusts the PRT to do right by you… So for now you'll have to wait. If things continue getting stranger, you might have no other choice, if just so Dad knows that you aren't like, melting inside or something.
Either way we will be seeing the PRT. Some options make that sooner than later.
- Something very strange is happening to you, so maybe you should head to the hospital to find out why this is happening.
[ ][Hair] Don't.
- Your hair is changing color, and that isn't even getting into the other weird things. Going to the hospital is just going to end up with a meeting with the PRT… You're not sure that you want anything to do with the Wards, and Dad can't say that he trusts the PRT to do right by you… So for now you'll have to wait. If things continue getting stranger, you might have no other choice, if just so Dad knows that you aren't like, melting inside or something.
Either way we will be seeing the PRT. Some options make that sooner than later.