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MID-HIATUS MEME / TDM #?

Downtown Los Angeles has been overrun! A horde of aggressive plant-life has attacked the city, threatening buildings, property, government officials, and the general well being of loyal citizens. The plants have appeared in all shapes and sizes, from more humanoid to less (basically whatever the heck you want. Go crazy.). Heroes around the city have been called in to help deal with the pandemonium.

What you do is up to you, but here are a few suggestions:

Heroes - Fight some plant monsters, evacuate some buildings, save the mayor. The world is your oyster.
Civilians - Do you want to be near the monsters? If no, run. If yes, maybe get those cameras ready, give your favorite caped crusaders a hand (or a hinderance)
Villains - Take advantage of the pandemonium to check some stuff of your evil to do list. Get some plant monsters to do your bidding. Laugh at some heroes.

This is a small meme thread to help get those Capital H gears turning. All characters are welcome, even if they aren't in the game. Consider this an unofficial Test Drive if you'd like. Action or networking logs are fair game, just be sure to make it clear in your starter.

Post here with your character's name and canon in the subject.

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Random schmucks running around like headless chickens, heroes flailing around in an effort to get them out of the way. It could have made for a pretty good opportunity to mess some shit up, but what was the point of pulling something off in broad daylight if nobody would even be watching?

So, instead, he's opted to keep out of the way and watch the pandemonium unfold. The whole thing was pretty hilarious at first, really. Unfortunately, 'at first' is starting to become the operative word. Phrase. Whatever.

Gajeel snarls and rips his arm free from a grasping vine, shifting one hand to a blade with a surge of magic to cut through another. Apparently he wasn't as out of the way as he thought, and now this is starting to be a little bit of a problem. Better start finding a way out of here.

Twilight knew LA had a lot of supervillains and other problems, but she hadn't really planned on fighting plant monsters her first few days in the city. She hadn't even finished unpacking yet, but here she was in full superhero regalia. Twilight may be new to LA, but anyone who kept up with Equestria news or was a dedicated Celestia fan would recognize her as the country's newest princess.

She'd spotted a large group of people in one of the denser areas, trapped by plant things. She quickly teleported over in a blinking flash. Once she'd shaken off the momentary dizziness, Twilight cast a dependable shield spell, hands and eyes glowing with white and magenta energy. Anyone inside the pink bubble was safe from the plants, but Twilight couldn't really move while holding the spell. Those with her were safe, but it seemed like they would be there a while without other assistance.

Ultra Magnus was still a little uncomfortable fighting in the city when not in vehicle mode, but since their cover had been blown, insisting otherwise seemed foolish. They could be much more helpful to the humans, and they had promised to assist CONDOR when possible.

So Magnus had taken up position on the perimeter of the outbreak, keeping plants from making it further into the city and helping anyone trying to escape the chaos. The plants were so far unsuccessful in getting past him, well aimed energon blasts taking them out from afar. But their numbers in this area were growing.

Edited 2015-07-31 01:20 (UTC)

[finally, a test drive monster jon is equipped to handle. the plant monsters tear easily under his sharp claws, and he would have a look of grim satisfaction on his face, if you could see it. maybe he's having too much fun?]

[ Aku was not new to the Underground network, in fact he was very well connected with the LA crime network. It was not out of character for him to use the network for amusement as well as business. The internet was great for boredom. ]

So, my friends and colleagues. Just who exactly is responsible for today's mayhem?

[There's some muffled bumping and then the voice of a news anchor starts coming through the line. It sounded like he was holding the mic in front of his TV. Or magic scrying portal. The mic moved again right as they were exclaiming the fall of one of the local heroes and Aku burst into raucous laughter. ]

Whoever you are, I want to personally acknowledge your efforts. This has been most entertaining. I think we can all agree things have been rather dull lately.

A.

This is exactly Grimlock's kind of scene. Lots of mayhem, lots of property damage, and a good excuse to charge around the city knocking things over and setting things on fire. And the best part is, no one can get mad at him for it, because he's helping. That's how this works right? So long as he smashes bad stuff and not good stuff, everything's A-OK.

The dinobot is having a freaking blast, picking up plant guys, eating them, and using them as fuel to roast more plant guys with his flamethrower breath. Feel free to join in the fun! Or scold him, though that's probably a pretty inadvisable course of action.

If you are fighting in the area, do take care not to get stepped on. He's not exactly the most graceful or considerate robot to grace LA with his presence.

B.

Vines are happening, and not the fun, short looping humorous video kind. They're everywhere all of a sudden, and they're sentient. Not that Grimlock would know to use such a word to describe them; he'd rather describe them as, simply, 'stupid', because that's what he thinks they are for grabbing at him and trying to hold him down.

"ME GRIMLOCK NOT BOW TO STUPID PLANTS!"

He's kicking and tearing at them, ripping off huge chunks of plant matter that keeps trying to ensnare itself around his feet and tail, but each time he destroys some, even more take their place. Help a T-Rex out?

A.

Here's a robot who's not helping in any way at all.

High above the chaos, Starscream's taken the opportunity to perch up on a medium-sized building and peer over it's edge, casually enjoying the pandemonium below. Like, really enjoying. He chuckles a little whenever a car goes flying, or some hero gets punched into a wall.

"How truly pathetic that these humans can't fend off a little bit of unruly plant life," he chuckles to no one in particular.

He's not expecting an answer.

B.

And of course, in true Starscream fashion, not much longer after that he finds himself eating those words.

He probably made the idiotic mistake of touching down on the ground for just long enough to investigate something, and now he's paying the price for it. When he'd landed, the ground had been clear. At this present moment? It is overrun with thick, vicious vines that are grabbing at everything they can, including Starscream's dainty little ankles. Squealing in an unsightly fashion, the seeker attempted to take flight, only to have the vines pull back.

"Unhand me, you filthy, disgusting-- GAH!!"

They're flinging him around now. Feel free to help? Or point and laugh. Whatever you prefer.

Ugh.

That is Raiden's chief feeling on the situation. Ugh.

Plants don't really stand much of a chance against his sword and ability to leap incredibly high, but wow they have a lot of goop in them. Like, a lot. Did everyone know about this? He's covered in cellulose for days here and it's disgusting.

Perhaps he shouldn't have made the ill-advised decision to stop in the street to clean his sword, however. A few vines? No big. But they sure do come out en masse when there's a stationary target to grab. It's probably not a problem, though. Probably.

Look, if you need to punch a plant in the face, Chris is your guy. Fuck plants, you know? Not that he has any strong feelings towards plants, generally Chris would say he's a fan actually, but wow fuck plants. One of them smacked his cigarette out of his hand! Rude.

It's kind of like pulling weeds. Pulling weeds and then punching them. Not that Chris would know because he's never tended a garden in his life, but this is tiring as hell. But he refuses to rest until he's punched every last plant. Every. Last. One.

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