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I • Rampage of The Luggage
1. The Refuge Camp [Action]
[ Nestled deep in the refuge camp was a travel trunk. Like all travel trunks, it was both well-used and well-traveled. It was also asleep. A cacophony of sawing sounds rumbled through the tent flap, causing a passerby to sharply veer away. Rincewind stepped outside and stretched. He had a long day ahead of him. There were groceries to procure and clothes to reluctantly buy. He needed to get out of the camp and find an actual place to stay. The tent was all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, it was on the breezy side and didn't offer leg room. He had to duck which meant his hat never stayed on his head when he had to stand. ]
[ No, he had to find a new residence. Somehow. But, food first. Rincewind picked a direction and strode. ]
[ The Luggage woke up. ]
2. The Residential District [Action]
[ Something was rocketing through the district. It was box-shaped. It was lost. The Luggage was looking for its master and its master wasn't here. At least, not anymore. It could tell that now, but the realization had dawned, passed through midday, and sunk back beneath the horizon of wooden indifference. The Luggage was doing something else. It knocked a trash can over. That, it decided, was fun! It knocked over another one and, because it could, trampled the spilled contents. An unsuspecting fungoos tried to flee the chaos, bounced, and found itself in a place that was square shaped, padded with folded clothes, and wooden. It would only be later that the unfortunate fungoos would realize it had been consumed by a box with teeth and ghostly legs. ]
[ The Luggage was here. ]
3. The Library [Action]
[ Libraries are quiet, this is a well-known fact spread throughout various cultures, times, and even dimensions. Libraries are always quiet...so why was this one... not? ]
[ The answer was trundling through the romance section like an elephant trying to tiptoe. Rows and rows of books fell like swooning women as The Luggage wade through countless aisles of squashy love stories. A few lucky specimens from the children's section had stolen a free ride atop the closed lid. Other, less fortunate fragments of literature presented themselves as loose pages plastered along The Luggage like tasteless bumper stickers. ]
4. Junes [Action]
[ It should be known that the natural pray of traveling cases are piles of neat, unsuspecting clothes, small dental kits shoved in baggies, and paperback books. It is the first item of this small list that has instigated the current display of utter chaos. Something evil had stomped its way through Junes. Evil, in this case, has a name: The Luggage. If a rude customer was a retail worker's worst nightmare, then The Luggage was a walking, box-shaped embodiment of retail hell: every phantom leg a potentiality of devastation. ]
[ Its current record consists of eight toppled shelves, scattered kitchenware (kettles, pots, spoons, and knives), a decimated door (it didn't stand a chance), and decapitating a mannequin. It was this very same mannequin that The Luggage now stood over, its head tumbling over the lip of the lid and cracking against the floor. The Luggage yawns, displaying several unmentionables caught between its teeth like colorful, breast-shaped broccoli. ]
5. A window of panic [Video]
[ The video flicks on to display an image of a man who's features might draw one's mind to recall the visage of a Rattata were it thirty-five years old, a flunked magus, and wore a hat that pronounced its inability to spell (in more ways than one). Rincewind looked harrowed. He gibbered, realized he was gibbering, and snapped his mouth shut. ]
[ He tried again ]
Er ... hallo. Has anyone seen my luggage? It ... er ... seems to have gone and wandered off.
5- video
...It got out? [He sputtered once he was able to find words, and buried his face in his hands.] It got out. Union doesn't have enough crowbars to defend themselves with.
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Well, I hope they've got something because I can't imagine it's happy right now.
[ quietly ]
You don't think it would eat anyone...do you?
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...By the Seer's name, Rincewind, let's hope it doesn't get to the Habitat.
[Which, on that note, might be a good place to check. The Luggage had an awful appetite for everything ranging from neglected books, dusty overcoats, and small birds.]
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2/2 Action;
Action;
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;u;
/sighs
/sheepish grin
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4. Action
So when she's taking Kuina the Shelgon and Kamui the Gabite down to the new shop...she's not at all shocked to see the Luggage crashing into a collection of pots and pans. Why wouldn't there be a horrific monstrosity banging around as she was trying to find a new stewpot. Wasn't that just how these things always went? You go to the store with your baby dragons and suddenly something was trying to knock a display of woks and frypans on your head...]
What the hell? Can't a girl just shop in peace?!
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[ The Luggage makes a point of ominously creaking its lid. ]
[ No peace. Never peace. Only teeth and tongue and a body like a box on many legs. ]
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No.
Mood.]
Kuina, you think you can handle this guy?
[The Shelgon, all octagonal and quadrupedal? Steps forward with what would be an intimidating growl if it wasn't a 200 pound rock with legs.]
Shel!
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Video!
awwyeee
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[She shrieks and jumps, throwing out a ribbon to catch the ceiling. Up, up, up she goes...!]
[Then she turns and stares at the luggage.] Wh...what are you!
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[ Instead, it slams its lid shut on a paperback of "Undead and Unwed" and moves so her shadow fell over it. ]
[ Like a lazy feraligatr, The Luggage airily opens its maw (a lid, in this case) and waits. ]
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[She starts swinging side to side. Can she really start shooting in here? She might get in a lot of trouble. Which isn't such a problem, but... damaging the books...]
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4
And he sobers up immediately.]
W-What the hell????!!!! [They must of been robbed. He quickly checks the registers- all the money is there- and becomes completely confused. Not stopping, however, he starts to explore Junes in its entirety. He finds the shelves destroyed, the kitchenware all over the floor, becoming angry that someone came in only to vandalize the place. He turns, stomping down an aisle when he sees it.
The mannequin, and the head that drops out of the mouth of the chest with rows of teeth that he's sure a chest should not have. The bras all caught in it. He freezes, in fear.]
What's that... [It's a small, terrified whine.
He's sure his life is over.]
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[ The Luggage wasn't like other customers of Junes, it was a semi-homicidal travel trunk that was enjoying a good rampage. Fortunate for Yosuke, rampaging isn't synonymous with murdering. It's just one usually follows the other for...whatever reason. ]
[ Speaking of rampages, it was about time for another go around the department store. ]
[ The Luggage slams its lid shut and begins a leisurely, if not vaguely menacing, trundle towards a stack of canned soda. If Yosuke could read the malicious keyhole, he'd get a vague sense that The Luggage wanted to topple stuff, like any monstrous child given free roam in a department store, and was about to start with the thing right behind him. ]
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Woah woah woah woah! Don't you even think about it, you creepy ass box!
[He stands his ground...far away from the chest on legs.]
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4. Junes
[Gordon, Rex, and Susan go through the city streets, following the trail of destruction and mayhem, ultimately catching up to it in Junes. He rounds the corner, and stops, staring at the mayhem and, more specifically, at the Luggage.]
It's... someone's luggage.
It's a chest of drawers with feet and teeth.
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[ The alarming clink clink of breakable things should be all the Commissioner needs to hear to know it's up to No Good. ]
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Stop, or I will have to charge you with destruction of private property.
[It seems he is just that combination of brave, dedicated, and stupid.]
[A touch of the band at his wrist summons backup. In addition to the growling Stoutland, he is joined by something large, bubble gum pink, and almost entirely tongue and belly.]
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And now, 5
[The boy on the other end looks pissed.]
It completely destroyed Junes! How the hell are you gunna pay for all that?!
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Oooohhh Nooooo!
[ He sails from fretting to downright mortified. ]
Tell me you're kidding.
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5
...Is it toothy and alive?
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[ There's a quavering oh-no-what-has-it-done-now tone to his voice. He wets his lips has he seriously considers the next few words out of his mouth. She didn't look the harrowed sort, so that was good news. ]
You've ...er... seen it then?
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H-Hey, what are you...?
[...Just exactly what was he doing...? Don't mind her staring at you!]
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[ It yawns, revealing rows of ivory-like teeth. There was also a crumpled piece of paper wedged between two molars, or what looked to be them in any case. ]
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You look like you're having fun!
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