Thread: The Spectacular Spinnerette (Frost and Z.G.)

Luckily for Alienist and his charges, the heroine's rousingly idiomatic introductory monologue gave them the time they needed to get over the pain feedback that had unexpectedly blanketed the psychic network. The villain leaned back against the wall, beads of sweat soaking into his neon green elastine skullcap. There was no way the starfish would be able to handle her effectively or en masse--he would need something beefier, and for that he needed more intense focus. With a sigh the villain began twitching his hands in shooing motions. With each rotation a starfish creature gratefully twisted in on itself in a tight wad of green cracks, thankful to escape what it primitively understood to be its death. The evacuation took place from the farthest edges of his network, starting at the ground floor and slowing working their way up. Meanwhile, when Spinnerette made her plucky entrance she was greeted with a chorus of screams. The mostly middle aged hostages were sat down in a line by a cadre of unfeeling Autochthonian monsters, their sabretooth fanged maws quivering. Each razor sharp tooth glistened with saliva, thick ropes of it obscenely slicking down each monster's backside. They had been trading theories, having been entirely cut off from the rest of the world by way of angry, giant starfish. Sea Man! One fifty-five year old associate auditor cried out through the ringing in his ears and burning eyes. What? No! The intern yelled, frantically crawling to her desk in a pencil skirt. She managed to find her bottle of water and upended it over her eyes, audibly sighing in relief. It's the plaster dust from the ceiling, just what is wrong with you, James? The editor snorted and shook his head as the ringing subsided. It was hard to tell if it he was flushed from the kind of cardio only pants pissing terror provides or embarrassment. Both had a similar radish coloring in the man. Not that! Christ, Kelly, get your head out of the gutter. I meant it must be Sea, , he paused, Man . From the Liberty Association. Kelly stood up and then immediately flopped down on an office chair while glancing at the poor state of her coworkers. All of them were wholly limbed and, more to the point, none of them looked or smelled, mostly smelled like they had voided their bowls. This internship was just not cushy enough for that. Sorry, she managed to get out. But, I mean, why would a hero go rogue? No, I mean, the ruckus. The building ruining affair going on above us. With the diminishing starfish lessening the load, Alienist knew just what was next. He snapped upwards and aimed his blank, reflective mask at Spinnerette. Youll never understood honor, Spinnerette! Today I stand for the greatest liberty, the recognition of Autochthonians in their rightful land! There shall be no more taxation without representation, and soon we shall see Autochthonian as the national language. Too long have the invaders, you and your ilk, he spat, fists blazing verdant green, walked this pure land and corrupted it. More than that, he brought his fists down, unleashing the Autochthonian he would use to distract her in a pile down the hall from Spinnerette. As a patriot it is my duty To stop you! Wet popping noises gave the game away behind Spinnerette, revealing the wet, fleshly version of something that resembled a stripped tree. There was a nearly pyramidal trunk with the same brown-green mottling as the starfish, and at its base a mass that closely resembled a trees root ball. Except root balls certainly did not have a disheartening propensity to churn like that, and the trunks never deflated as each of those tendrils shot out. The creature snagged the heroine and slammed her bodily through the wall, while several other tentacles spiked into the concrete, anchoring it into the ground for the full body through. Unlike the starfish that had earlier stood sentry this creature was clearly warm bloodied, at least insofar as the heroine would be able to tell it was a lot warmer than the cold, slimy monsters she had single handedly beaten to explosion. The trunk was low, canted on the far side from Spinnerette. The creature leaped forward and pressed the attack while Alienist took the stairs two at a time, all but flying back upwards away from his foe. The villain fed every bit of aggression and fear into the summoned monster, internally screaming at it to end Spinnerette. Unwilling to disappoint Alienist, Autochthonias greatest revolutionary, the creature unmoored itself from the walls and jumped through the hole it had freshly created with Spinnerettes body. Myriad legs pushed against the ground in a strange gate, tens of the things working in harmony to propel its great mass forward. The floor hardly creaked when it made for another pounce, sending a fistful of tendrils flying to slap her to the side, then going in for a toss through a cubicle.