RP [Kat] Doki-Doki Channel!

[UmbraSight]

The park had been nice, perhaps twenty minutes ago when the flowers were still in the ground and the benches weren’t a smoldering heap of wood and twisted metal. Also, when there had been less screaming at that time, on the account of everyone enjoying the pleasant day out today. On the bright side there was slightly less screaming now, because most of the people who had been screaming had been able to run away, so that was good. Granted good wasn’t perfect because there was the lady bleeding from a rather terrible looking gash in her leg, but she wasn’t dead right? And there was a man doing his best to staunch the bleeding with his jacket, so things could be worse.

Right, the Grimm. Well, you’ve probably seen bigger ones, this one’s about as big as the alligators you’ve seen at the New Kyoto zoo, though they certainly didn’t have near as many teeth. This creature had so many it didn’t seem to know where to put them all after it packed its mouth full so it instead sent teeth running down its neck in a crooked line and a few extra studded into the tip of a whiplike tail for good measure.

How long have you been trapped in a defensive fight with this thing? Perhaps it feels like it’s been forever, but the Grimm certainly isn’t showing any signs of tiring as it continues to poke at your defenses looking for a way through to the ones taking refuge behind you. Just a matter of time perhaps before one of you caves, or maybe you’re waiting for reinforcements? Well, you haven’t heard any sirens, but you’re sure that someone would have noticed the attack by now. Surely someone has. Right?

 

[Katpride]

Kendra grits her teeth, and sacrifices another bench. She’s already thinned her armor, sacrificing the pauldrons, gorget, helmet, arm guards, knee plates, all the nonessentials repurposed for scrap metal barriers to keep the thing penned in. It’s just too fast, even with its terrain limited. So, much as she dislikes it, she needs more metal and it’s the benches or the rest of her breastplate. It might still come down to that, she thinks even as she shreds the bench, but that’s a problem for later. Just like rebuilding the benches, and replanting the flowers, and- Focus.

A flick of the wrist sends a line of stakes - iron twisted with wood to close the gaps - into the ground, redirecting the Grimm’s latest charge into a tree. The creature slams into the fence with too many scrabbling limbs, but it doesn’t seem to be able to leap over it. It would be kind of funny to watch its short-limbed struggle, if it wasn’t also terrifying. No alligator should be that fast.

She spares a glance for the woman behind her, the one with the injured leg, and feels another pang of guilt. She should’ve gotten here sooner. Fixing a reassuring smile on her face, she tears up another fence that she’d already placed - too far out now to do any good, at the wrong angle besides - and, redirecting the Grimm again, calls, “You’re gonna be alright, ma’am. We’ll get you medical attention very soon. Sir, you’re doing great, keep that pressure on it.”

Where is that ambulance? She’s pretty sure she told the guy to call it in, but then she had to focus on containment and didn’t check to make sure he followed through. Alright, it’s okay, if they don’t get here soon then she can just get these people to the hospital herself.

First she just needs to properly pen this thing in, and get a solid hit on it without the risk of it skittering off afterwards. It’s a fast little bugger, so it needs to be taken down just as fast. And there’s no room for error, not with civilians so close. That’s alright. She’s got this totally under control.

 

[UmbraSight]

The glittering golden eyes surveyed its prey from behind the makeshift bars as its momentum stalled. Its lips split as it opened its long, crooked, maw as if it simply wished to remind those gathered about just how many teeth were waiting for the three of them once their protector made a little mistake. Then, with a sudden shudder of its body the Grimm’s tail ‘cracked’ out, striking one of the nearby poles with a scrape of metal and teeth. It lurched again at that, short arms scrabbling as it attempted to find a weakness in the gathered scrap and torn earth. Its tail slid between two poles, swiping out for Kendra’s legs.

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Wind whipped through Kouyou’s hair as she stood in the open door of the helicopter, eyes closed as she let the cold wash over her. The wind snatched fragments of the pilot’s voice which tumbled into near incomprehensibility by the sharp roar that buffted her ears. That part was no matter, even if she couldn’t make out the words she was more than certain that it was a countdown until their arrival at the scene. Twenty seconds perhaps, just long enough to clear her mind of what it was she would need to do a handful of moments into her own future. Time to just feel the wind, and the feeling of acceleration in her stomach as she stood on the edge of the open door, one hand grasping a handle above her head.

The helicopter turned and Kouyou opened her eyes. The park approached as the helicopter descended, a black smudge under a tree taking the shape of a lizard – and a mighty big one if she could recognize that at this distance – that was scrabbling to get to a handful of human shapes. The pilot was saying something else now, about needing to land further into the park where the ground was flat and an overgrown lizard wouldn’t try to eat them. Maybe not in those words. Kouyou turned her head to look into the cockpit and the copilot turned to catch her eye. A grin flashed across Kouyou’s lips as her dress began to peel away into ribbons of fabric. The girl winked, and stepped out into the air.

There was a rush as she fell, though it certainly wasn’t as fast as it should have been. Kouyou kept one of her hands raised, and on her wrist she felt the tug of an imagined line which ran from her arm back to the handle she had been holding onto only a moment before. She raised a hand for the tree and took hold of a branch. The line above she released and with a thrill of weightlessness Kouyou fell. The line on the tree she imagined like a rope, something she could swing on, as she shortened its length. The wind whipped her ears, her dress twisted around her as it configured itself into a familiar outfit, and, this was only because what she was doing was only mostly insane, Kouyou laughed.

Soon the ground was too large, the Grimm too large, and with a tug of her wrist Kouyou pulled herself from the fall and into a swing. The Grimm noticed her then, the great beast – holy shit why was it so fast – snapping up at her with a maw of far too many teeth as the girl twisted past. She let go of the rope with that jarring feeling of deceleration, her momentum carrying her past the reach of the teeth and over a line of metal… poles? Bits? That had been driven into the earth. Kouyou continued her twist, holding her hand out and imagining this time that there was a pole that extended from her palm and slamming down on the tail that the Grimm that swung out. Kouyou shifted her weight again, shifting her momentum into a long swing to bleed away what she could before she released this too. Kouyou landed in a crouch – ha, she knew that she’d nail it – before she bounced back up to her feet. She grinned, her own flash of teeth as she looked up to the witch who – oh she was rather tall wasn’t she? – was looking rather tired wasn’t she?

“Hello! What’s the situation?” She asked, as it seemed like the best thing to ask.

 

[Katpride]

Helicopters are loud. The thing is a chunk of metal hovering just beyond her sense-awareness, but the sound of the propeller reaches her all the same, the wind it casts off turning her hair into a fuzzy aquamarine cloud around her head.

Kendra glances up at it on instinct, and of course that’s the moment the Grimm strikes. Its tail catches the side of her boot with a disproportionately loud clang, echoing even above the whug-whug-whug of the helicopter. Hastily, she snaps her head back down and pulls her foot back, more surprised than injured - boy is she glad that she still has her boots. The whip wraps around her ankle, but before they can start a tugging war a girl falls out of the sky.

Correction; a witch falls out of the sky. The Grimm’s tail spasms in some kind of (pained?) twitch, and Kendra can just barely see the outline of something that looks like a pole squishing it against the ground halfway between herself and the fence. She wastes no time zapping the part of the tail still wrapped around her ankle, then scraping it off with her other foot. Finally, with a moment to breathe, she steps back and casts her hands out again, stretching the fence higher and sending a river of liquid metal from her arm guards to plaster on the gap the Grimm is looking at her through.

“Ah, hello,” she manages, sparing a brief glance for the girl who lands beside her. The scrabbling of the Grimm’s claws sends her attention back towards it, and she tears up another makeshift fence to prevent it from circling around her barrier.

“Well, it’s pretty fast. But I’ve got it under control!” A glance back at the woman with the bleeding leg, flicker-fast, but Kendra doesn’t let her smile falter. “I’m just trying to pen it in, then I can get close and hit it with-” another fence, drawing the enclosure tighter “-electricity! That’s my thing. Metal and electricity. You?”