KAIJU AU

[penguinfaery]

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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[penguinfaery]

My characters.

Feel free to just call anyone marked as strong. And we can kick around ideas for anyone marked as weak.

i was apparently really really excited to write this so tadaaa

[isthekey]

Here he was, sitting in testing.

Not that he could blame them. He'd be just as wary of his comrades if they had suddenly sprouted spines, claws, and fangs and went bat shit crazy on a monster in the middle of a street for trying to attack someone in their squad. He couldn't blame them at all. What he hated was that he was being treated as the enemy. That was the worst thing of all. While Eren didn't know why or how he'd turned into one of the monsters, he'd always been in control at least indirectly. He'd never hurt another human; only the hell spawn that came after them.

And he'd tear them limb from limb to stop them from destroying the rag tag family he and he squad mates had formed.

None of them seemed to trust him now, even though he'd saved their lives. Again. He couldn't entirely blame them. He stared at his hands, no markings left from the claws he'd shed, no shimmering scale, nothing at all. He looked up from his hand to stare at the steel door holding him in this room. He wouldn't try to escape. He'd prove to the entire world he was trust worthy even if it meant letting them pick him apart limb by limb.

But. The one thing he wouldn't let them do was kill him. He had a mission. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about it, hand clenching in his lap. He'd kill every last kaiju on this planet. And he wouldn't let anything or anyone stop him, especially the threat of death. He'd show them all that he could do it. And with this new found ability, even if it made him a monster...he'd be able to accomplish that goal.

He sat back on his hands, intense gaze focused on the door. He'd show them all, one way or another.

[ka_sera_sera]

The state of the place does not even register to Roland. It isn't that he doesn't notice it, but that every town he's seen for the past ten years - maybe more - has been run down, mostly abandoned. The only thing different about this place, for the moment, is the quality of the buildings nearby. Tall, well built. Some of the windows even have full sheets of glass in them. This place was rich once, even compared to the everyday wonders of the New York he'd once seen, and that's what stands out to him.

The other thing that stands out to him is that he'd come here alone.

He stares around him, ignoring the part of himself that says he needs to keep moving. He'll see his friends again. Ka wouldn't have brought them to him only to take them away with so little accomplished. Surely.

There are noises around from a few different directions. Animals, maybe, or maybe people. He doesn't need to wrap his hand around the smooth, familiar handle of the gun at his hip but he does it anyway, and stands there under the sun for a long moment.

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

[flatbread]

[ 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. ]