bravenewworld | 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.

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[ Oh, don't be so dramatic. It just wants to crush things...souls too if it was given the chance. ]

[ 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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Huh? [He's even more confused now as it turns, heading towards their soda display not too far from it. It's a nice looking display too, and he looks at it with a sudden image flashing in his mind. The Luggage crashing through it, making soda spray everywhere, all over their products...]

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.]

[ Yosuke's brave display is admirable. It's also as futile as, well, standing really far away and yelling at a single-minded entity that would like nothing better to do than subject stacked things to the demanding fist of gravity. The fist, of course, was The Luggage. It streams into the stack as if it were simply throwing its body into a pile of rectangular leaves. The sound was thrilling. Soda fountained into the air and spilled on literally everything.

The Luggage was making a fine mess of things. ]

[He watches it almost in slow motion as it crashes into the display, only managing to get out one tiny-]

W-Wait!

[-before it destroys everything in its path. Soda sprays out every which way from cans that were unlucky enough to be punctured under the sharp feet of the chest, covering clothes and other expensive items. And the farther it walked through, the more it punctured and more and more soda started to cover the floor, oozing out of the cans until nothing was left in them.

His face falls, the horror of the scene and the work that would have to be done to fix it weighing on him like a sad sack of bricks. Which is immediately followed by a rush of anger.]

No way, that's it, get the hell out of the store! You hear me, you freaky chest?! [He even finds a small amount of courage to walk up to it.]

[ The Luggage happily ignores him in favor of frolicking through sticky, fizzing showers. This, it decided, was bliss. It trots down the aisle, sidetracking to trample the fallen mannequin, and wanders into the meager "electronics" section. ]

Oh no you don't!

[It's ignoring him, and that's annoying- so he stomps right after it, running ahead of The Luggage and puts himself in between the precious, expensive electronics and the demonic suitcase from hell.]

You are so not coming through here. There's a front entrance with your name on it, now why don't you go use it?! [He points at the entrance that was destroyed- the one door that the thing had broken to get into the store to begin with.]

[ It stops. The Luggage stares at him. It turns the direction Yosuke pointed, it's feet doing a complicated tap dance over a graveyard of canned goods. It stared at the door. It turns back to him and partially opens its lid with what could only be interpreted as a menacing grin. ]

[ The Luggage didn't care about the door. It didn't care about the words coming out of Yosuke's mouth. What it did care about was an outstretched, pointing hand. Nothing looked more inviting for a nip than that hand did at this precise, crucial moment. For one thing, it resembled many of the other grasping, sticky fingers it had the pleasure ridding their owners of. For another, it was right there.]

[ It strode forward and with a maw lined with too many teeth and the hinge strength of stubborn, rusted iron, tried to take a bite. ]

[His eyes widen in fear and not only does he snap his hand away, he takes a good ten steps backwards. It just tried to bite him.]

Yaaaaaaah! That wasn't an invitation for lunch! Where the hell did you come from anyway?!

[He's flipping through options in his mind. How does he deal with this thing, and what's he gunna do when his dad finds out? It's not like this is his fault!]

[ ~~It came from the deep~~ ]

[ The entirety of the Luggage's empty, menacing stare fixated on Yosuke. It creaks its lid a fraction and takes a calculated, sinister step towards him. ]

[He feels like it's staring right into his soul, and for some reason, he feels a little spiritually violated. Possibly for the first time in his life.]

H-Hey, can't we talk about this?

[He takes another step back. He doesn't like the looks of this.]

[ The Luggage snaps its lid shut. It cannot be negotiated with. The only option is compliance. Well, that or death, but when confronted with one or the other, most people love life enough to just leave the Luggage be. ]

[ Alright, fine. There's also grievous, bodily harm or minor, superficial wounds. It's not picky. ]

[ It stretches a pointed, spike, that served as one of its many legs, forward. It clicks forward another pursuing step. ]

I-I-I was just kidding! You really don't want to eat me, I wouldn't taste all that great.

[He backs up more, hands still out in front of him.]

Y-You can go ahead and destroy the electronics all you want! Go have fun! Ahahahaaaa...

[ Go ahead and destroy... It liked the sound of that! The Luggage stops. It blinks once at him, and through a complicated tango of skittering legs, turns around. It creaks its lid a fraction of an inch and descends on the electronics like it was Black Friday and there was only one heavily-discounted radio left to claim. ]

[ The Luggage casually met the electronics like a meteor greeting the inhabitants of the Mesozoic Era. ]

[He watches in absolute horror as things literally explode as The Luggage has its boxy way with everything in the section. Yosuke has no idea how to combat it, nor does he really want to, so he takes the opportunity while it's distracted to try to get away, turning and running as fast as he can toward the front door that's been completely destroyed.

He has to get to the police! Or maybe the Swords can help him? He doesn't know in the bit of panic he's experiencing, but he needs help now.]

I • Rampage of The Luggage

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