string_theory | KAIJU AU

It had been just shy of 15 years since the monster had come to New York City.

One day it had just come from the sea. Of course there were conspiracies, that it was a US government conspiracy, that it was a Russian one, or a Japanese one, or who ever was a convenient target to point a finger at then.

But after the city was mostly flattened, the whole world took a hit, a big one. If any government had made the beast, they must be regretting it as well. The economy tanked world wide, and even now, it's still just starting to recover.

The beast couldn't be beat. It absorbed nuclear attacks, bombs made no dents in it, and no toxin seemed to work on it. And it didn't seem to worried about leaving the city, though no one new entirely why. Getting visuals, among all the burning destruction became hard, and whatever allowed it to absorb nuclear attacks sent all our equipment haywire.

With no idea how to handle the situation, the world governments decided to do the only options b they could find. They quarantined it. A massive wall was built all around the city, on the far shores and into the sea. There were great doubts that the wall would hold the beast back, but it was presented as a band-aid, a way to give them time.

Except the monster never tried to leave. And the research didn't show anything. And the guards around the wall became more laxed. And the world moved on.

A black market struck up, people who risk the tunnels and the bridges to hunt for treasures in the city. People left, and people left fast. Some are paid to search for specific objects (or at least to claim they do), some just go looking for whatever they can fine. Urban legends sprawl far and wide, that the beast settled to breed, that the town was over run with smaller monsters, that if you made a sounds or did a certain action it would find you no matter what, that if you held still it couldn't see you...no one really knows anything. The research that has been done gets passed around again and again, but it tells little.

But there's plenty that take the risk, anyway.

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[ Castiel didn't like to say he was an expert on the Kaiju. No one truly was, but he is one of the few who are close to being that. There is reverence in Castiel's treatment of the monsters, the beasts, but there is no worship. Castiel knows better than to praise beings that slaughter millions. He has done enough of that in his life already, no need to change the target to a different source. No need at all. ]

[ His workplace is tidy, clean, despite the biohazard bags that litter the sides of his lab, sitting next to where he's hung his coat for the day. Castiel can't say he enjoys his life, but there is little to enjoy any longer. The world is slowly ending and Castiel would rather see it saved than destroyed. In his experience, saviors rarely find peace in life. Peace in death seems to be one of the few things that string heroes together. ]

So this was the guy she was suppose to convince to take her into the city?

She wasn't really sure that having to protect this nerd was worth the pay back of having someone point her towards the creature. Since it wasn't exactly a subtle, sneaky thing that she could easily miss, anyway. But without having one of the scientists to escort her, her pass into the zone was null and void.

There were other ways to get in, but this one really would be the easiest.

"You Castiel?"

"I am." Castiel's voice is rough and he barely looks up form the piece of kaiju that he is currently dissecting when he's interrupted. He's aware that he is supposed to be expecting company today but that does not make him anymore welcoming. Luckily, Castiel can multitask, so he continues pulling apart the limb on his table with ruthless efficiency.

Well, this was going well.

Checking one of his co-workers desks for any spare entrails, she hopped up, leaning forward to watch the man.

This was going to take a special angle, and like a voice from heaven it came to her. Grinning, she leaned close enough to smell the sweet stink of early decomposition wafting up.

"Have you ever gotten to see one live? Up close?"

Hope to hell this worked.

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"No." Castiel's voice sounds exasperated as he tips his head to another side and leans down, shoving most of his forearm inside the incision he's made of the limb, reaching about for that gland he's looking for. "The kaiju are relentless. I am best suited to stay here." He finally looks up at her then, blue eyes sharp. He knows exactly what she's trying to do and he'll have none of it-- as evidenced in how he drags the gland out of the monster with his bare hands shortly after.

"That's disgusting."

She says it flatly. There's a small wrinkle of her nose as a strong ammonia smell wafts up, but she's not being squimished out of this.

"And it's decaying. Fast."

This wasn't working, and she leaned back against the desk of whomever she's chosen to rest her hip on, wincing as a large scale cut into the flesh of her palm. Of course someone who only got bits and pieces couldn't appreciate the big show.

Castiel doesn't want to appreciate the big show, thank you very much. "I am fully aware of what's it's doing." And he is, as he drops the won gland into the best preservatives they have. It won't be worth much in a few days but he only needs a few hours to study it. "Is there a reason why you're here, besides attempting to distract me?"

Eh, trying to be persuasive clearly wasn't helping much her. Might as well get straight to the punch.

"I need a government scientist to get into the red zone. You're the one they assigned me."

Hopefully, if she phrased it that way...maybe he's just think he'd have to. Or at least feel like they were already in this together. His open and laid back nature was already throwing her off the game. This was going to be a fun one.

"No."

Castiel doesn't even turn to look at her when he delivers his answer, his jaw working for a moment before he clenches his teeth, flicking his eyes over his workstation quickly before moving to the gland he'd retrieved. "It is a red zone for a reason. I won't be your pass to allow you free reign inside one."

She sank back against the edge of her desk, chewing her cheek for a moment. Trying to decided how to approach this.

"Look, I'm not going to run amok. I'm not going to try to take on big bessie single handedly or anything like that. You have your work to save lives," she gestured to the steaming pile of ichor and guts before him. "And I have mine. If you're scared you can stay right by the entrance and wait. A few hours, in, I get what I need, and out. I'm not some idiot thrill seeker, this is what I do."

KAIJU AU

de/dean/idc. in the right place this time.

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God I'm sorry

NOT AS SORRY AS ME...

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