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A roar echoed throughout the city, accompanied by the terrifying sounds of metal grinding against metal and concrete. The gigantic T-Rex stomped through the city, destroying all that came in its path. Obviously the next logical thing to do would be to head right for it. Diana easily outpaced Emi, even though she got a head start. It’s probably her Quirk. She’s pretty strong and super fast, which will probably be useful for taking out the T-Rex. As they both approached the machine, a quick thought flashed in Emi’s mind. This thing was a lot bigger up close. Swallowing her fleeting feeling of panic, Emi tried to calmly assess the situation. A few of her classmates were fighting the beast off, circling around it, trying to find some sort of weak point. Though they were making some headway, the monster’s metallic hide was fairly thick, too thick for Emi’s Brine to do much to. There had to be a chink in the armor, a weak point. Diana arrived at the scene first, picking up a manhole cover and throwing it like a frisbee at a sign that was already lodged into the creature, shoving it deeper into its metal joint. The creature roared as Emi stood in front of the Rex, assuming a battle stance. If she could just lodge that sign deeper into the joint, maybe that would do something Diana yelled to Emi with a thumbs up, “[Hey!] I found the weak point!” Before Emi could even react, a bombardment of lasers shot from the T-Rex. Diana rushed over towards Emi, tackling her to the ground and shielding her from any potentially harmful debris. “Sorry about that, [uh...] Don't think I caught your name. But I think we can take this thing out with your water!” Diana offered her hand to Emi. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m Emi.” She took her hand, and was hoisted onto her feet, still dazed from what just happened. “Thanks for saving me... Again. You said I could use my water? Diana pointed towards the mechanical beast. Emi turned around and saw what she meant. There was a small gap in the dented armor in the front of its leg, light spilling out. "Okay, I see." Emi commanded her water to float off of the ground, and with as much force as she could muster, willed it into the tear in the metal. Before it could reach the source of the light however, the water began to be pushed back by some sort of other force. Emi kept pushing, but the other force seemed to grow stronger. With an exasperated gasp, the water was overtaken by the force, pushing the water away from the light's source, taking a metal plate with it. Beneath where the metal once was, the source of the light: a giant, mechanical beating heart pulsated. Emi called out to the rest of her classmates. "That's it! Guys! This is how we beat it!"

Ayy that's lit man. Wyd for work these days?

Alois, Penelope, Edrick, and Abdul Through the open door, the group would be a party to several snippets of conversation as various villagers passed by Mene's house. Though most of them were discussions on repairing the damage done to the village, there were also snatches of gossip, much of it uninteresting since most were about people that nobody, barring Alois, knew about. "An' so, I told Melesus t'go and knock 'is head over the well. That'll learn him!" "Thile did?! I can't believe it! Don't she know why Achos follers 'er 'round like tha'? An' she told him--" "I heard Phaidra caught one so big she ended up trippin' o'er it and fallin' flat on her face! The poor girl." "He did what?! Wait'll Nausa finds out 'bout that! An' Dorosid already bein' in hot water as 'tis." They also would overhear some conversation about them and their companions. "I got t'see tha' mercenary helpin' Thile out, an' I almost fainted. Why, if'n I were thirty years younger..." "I gots ta wonder why Alois came back. Unless...d'ye think he came ta take Cora wiv him too? They always were mighty close, hmm?" "Didya see tha' giant winged lizard? Doncha think it looks a lot like the--" "Tha' man tha' came in later, I've heard he's an Isaurian. Tha' 'splains the clothes, but there's somethin' else 'bout him too..." However, one exchange, in particular, would stand out. A pair of older women were busy laughing as they approached the house, holding baskets filled with tools and materials. "Tha' was so funny I almost split my pants laughin'!" "I know, weren't it? I thought ter meself, 'Oh what a darn shame tha' cub can't stay 'ere forever.'" "I'm not a fan o'wolves, y'know, always takin' the sheep, but I reckon I can tolerate this one, 'specially wiv it bein' a baby an' all." "Didya see his 'xpression too? My oh mighty!" "Tha' poor woman, though. 'Avin' ta apologize cuz of tha'. An' ta a person like him!" "Doncha think she looks a sight more noble too? An' all exotic besides, with her white hair an' everything, an' her being still such a young doe an' all." "I reckon tha's the only reason the man didn't threaten ta 'ave her 'ead chopped off, or whatever new threat 'e comes up wiv." "But ya know...I ain't seen Hanikap there. Did ye?" "No, now tha' ya mention it, I didn't." "Speakin' of, didya 'ear about what 'e did the other day?" The conversation grew fainter as the two began to walk past the house. -- Link and Citron To Lord Pylauses Gaston, it must have seemed that the world stood against him, beset by an animal, and surrounded by laughter and smiles instead of concerned faces. The only exceptions were Catriona and Link, both of whom stood by with stone-cold gazes, though the former had at least made efforts to ameliorate the situation with words. The man sneered as he turned his face away from the villagers. A smarter man would have wondered what he had done to deserve such a reaction, while a wiser man would have already known, and perhaps accepted the consequences. However, Pylauses did neither. "The nerve of these pedestrians, to cachinnate as they do!" he shouted, pain kindling his vocabulary, and anger, to new heights. "You!" he pointed at Citron. "Why are you agglutinating with these village yokels?!" he gestured toward himself. "This is an outrageous infuriation! Why I--" he cut himself off with a howl as Link yanked Rohns away from his calf. "Bad dog," the man scolded, holding the cub in the air. "Don't bite people. No matter how temptin' they are." "And what are you adumbrating, by tempting?!" the man roared. "I am--" "Lord Gaston, I must offer you my sincere apologies," Catriona interrupted, lowering her head. "I ask that you not blame either of these two or the animal for what has just transpired, on account of their injuries and the cub's age." That single action, of lowering her head, was both deliberate and graceful, and rather than lowering her dignity, it seemed to raise it. She lifted her head then, dark blue eyes boring into his. "We are all exhausted after being on the road." Though her words were spoken as an apology, her cold expression and stiff back gave a different message. I insist that you overlook this matter or risk censure. The man broke out into a cold sweat. "Y-Yes, I supposit that makes sense," he stammered, taking out a handkerchief to dab at his brow. "Though I must interject, it is quite unconsciousable that I might offer succorination and receive naught but injuriousness." The woman frowned, "You are correct. In return for the disgrace we have done you, I can provide some measure of first aid for your wound." She looked over his calf with a clinical gaze. "The bite is shallow at least, and shouldn't need much beyond superficial care." In turn, Pylauses looked her over as well, the previous fear replaced with rapaciousness. His eyes lingered on her hair, which seemed almost translucent as it took in the blue of the late afternoon sky. "That would be admissible indeed, but what about the sufferance to my dignitary?" He sniffed. "Perforce, as recompensation, you might considerate my priory offering as to your residence for the night?" The white-haired woman blinked. "Ah, yes. Then if it pleases you, Lord Gaston, I shall accept your generous offer, though I cannot speak for my companions." She turned to the other two. "I will remain here to tend to Lord Pylauses's wound. I ask that you go on ahead and inform my sister of this matter, as well as our possible accommodations." -- Gunther and Tsetseg Were either of the two to approach the source of the barking, they would find themselves out of the forest and back in the clearing that surrounded the village, though from a different angle than when they entered. The barking was quite loud now, the source of which showed itself to be a rough collie at the front of a lean-to. An older man slumbered there, seemingly deaf to the dog's cries as he snored, the sound almost as loud as the dog in front of him. The canine pawed at the ground as it barked, ears flattened. Every so often it whined and tugged on the man's clothes, as if to get his attention. OOC

I've been active at protests, donating to organizations that are legitimate, and I'm working to defend my people. Other than that, just trying to stay safe and healthy. And make a dollar at my shit job ?