Post by Cassidy on Dec 1, 2021 7:14:00 GMT
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Music: Rain by grandson (ft. Jessie Reyez)
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Mettle had sent me a text while I finished up the last of the defenses.
The alien took an inquisitive look at the burner phone before I booted it up. Mettle gave me his exact location, even though I had caught a good look at him, but it was helpful nonetheless. That and the fact he notified me about the fact there was a dog with laser cannons.
Wait, what?
"He's got to be kidding me."
Welp, people did not kid when they say they have your back and put a phrase about dogs and laser cannons in the same sentence. Usually it had a bit more context to be some sort of joke. So I had to take it at face value, didn't I?
At least someone thought my webbing strategy was a good idea.
Instead, I kept an eye out on the people working closer on the beach while my symbiote kept an eye out on the waters, checking for even the smallest disturbance. Anything that would indicate a kaiju was heading this way.
Then, there was nothing. I mean, literally nothing. After a while, my sixth sense shut down. At first, I thought it was broken. A kaiju was headed this way. Then I wondered if maybe Kore or Carmen had taken the thing out. What had happened?
No, wait. It was not completely gone. It had just reduced in intensity. A lot.
And it was pointing towards the beach. But why? The only new thing that had happened at all was some kid washing up on shore.
How did he get there? Were there boats out in the water that got hit by hurricane and he got washed up here? Why was my sixth sense still pointing to him? Why?
He seemed harmless or, even I hate to admit this, dead.
I better check it out.
I adjusted my web slingshot, aiming it at the beach instead of more towards the water, and fired myself away. The wind ripping and rippling past my alien suit before I crashed and sent sand flying everywhere from my landing. Some people got caught in the sand splashzone, but my focus was not on them.
I headed over to the kid and immediately began trying to listen if his heart was beating. It was. He was breathing and alive. Still, he was unconscious. And he was possibly going to suffer some form of hypothermia or at least get real chilly without any clothing on and being in the water, which I might have to bet was not exactly the warmest right now. And I doubted any of these scientists or government folk had any spare clothing or blankets.
I doubted they would immediately try and remove the clothes off of their backs. People were slow like that sometimes.
So I knitted up something with my webbing. A web-blanket. The molecular properties altered to be more insulative as well as able to absorb water, able to dampen the strange passed-out kid and get him somewhat dry. And I made more of these until he might as well be wrapped up like some sort of burrito.
And then I would lift him up and get moving if no one else beat me to the punch.
"Alright, anyone got a heater? Med supplies? Food and water? I need to check his temperature and I'm pretty sure he's going to be hungry or thirsty when he wakes up."
I glanced around.
"Move. Unless there's a problem I'm not aware of?"
The alien took an inquisitive look at the burner phone before I booted it up. Mettle gave me his exact location, even though I had caught a good look at him, but it was helpful nonetheless. That and the fact he notified me about the fact there was a dog with laser cannons.
Wait, what?
"He's got to be kidding me."
Welp, people did not kid when they say they have your back and put a phrase about dogs and laser cannons in the same sentence. Usually it had a bit more context to be some sort of joke. So I had to take it at face value, didn't I?
At least someone thought my webbing strategy was a good idea.
Instead, I kept an eye out on the people working closer on the beach while my symbiote kept an eye out on the waters, checking for even the smallest disturbance. Anything that would indicate a kaiju was heading this way.
Then, there was nothing. I mean, literally nothing. After a while, my sixth sense shut down. At first, I thought it was broken. A kaiju was headed this way. Then I wondered if maybe Kore or Carmen had taken the thing out. What had happened?
No, wait. It was not completely gone. It had just reduced in intensity. A lot.
And it was pointing towards the beach. But why? The only new thing that had happened at all was some kid washing up on shore.
How did he get there? Were there boats out in the water that got hit by hurricane and he got washed up here? Why was my sixth sense still pointing to him? Why?
He seemed harmless or, even I hate to admit this, dead.
I better check it out.
I adjusted my web slingshot, aiming it at the beach instead of more towards the water, and fired myself away. The wind ripping and rippling past my alien suit before I crashed and sent sand flying everywhere from my landing. Some people got caught in the sand splashzone, but my focus was not on them.
I headed over to the kid and immediately began trying to listen if his heart was beating. It was. He was breathing and alive. Still, he was unconscious. And he was possibly going to suffer some form of hypothermia or at least get real chilly without any clothing on and being in the water, which I might have to bet was not exactly the warmest right now. And I doubted any of these scientists or government folk had any spare clothing or blankets.
I doubted they would immediately try and remove the clothes off of their backs. People were slow like that sometimes.
So I knitted up something with my webbing. A web-blanket. The molecular properties altered to be more insulative as well as able to absorb water, able to dampen the strange passed-out kid and get him somewhat dry. And I made more of these until he might as well be wrapped up like some sort of burrito.
And then I would lift him up and get moving if no one else beat me to the punch.
"Alright, anyone got a heater? Med supplies? Food and water? I need to check his temperature and I'm pretty sure he's going to be hungry or thirsty when he wakes up."
I glanced around.
"Move. Unless there's a problem I'm not aware of?"