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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[When it went toward her, her first instinct was to run as fast as she could. Trying her best to grab her Pokemon, she quickly rushed toward the other end of the library only to stop and wonder what that strange thing was doing. And here, she thought, it only wanted to eat her or something.

But now, she could only raise an eyebrow at it. Sure, she was still afraid but at least now she had an idea of what it might want]

Y-You're...not going to hurt me...? Just what are you doing?

[No seriously, was that thing just running around and making a mess simply because?]

[ The Luggage slowly and thoughtfully gnaws on '101 Ways to Cook Potatoes'. It then turns to her and, as if to make a point, sucks the book in like a noodle of spaghetti. If it were capable of speech, perhaps it would say "Why, I'm making a mess, of course", but it was not. However, scientists have, after years of study, come to the conclusion that were the Luggage able to speak, its method of speech wouldn't be so much as words than a low, guttural growl that would bring one in mind of a monster clawing its way up from the bowels of hell, itself. ]

[ Unhindered, the Luggage was bound to resume its wrecking ball duties. It would sweep through the aisles like a sugar-fed child who'd been given a healthy dose of espresso. ]

Edited 2015-07-19 15:02 (UTC)

[So then, Fuuka was right, it wasn't intending on harming people. All it wanted to do was to eat all the books it could find! However, in the back of her mind, she could feel herself internally screaming about how much literature would be lost if it were to be left alone here! She couldn't have that!

So mustering all the courage she had, she eventually got closer to it with a stern frown on her face!]

I-I know that you aren't going to hurt anyone but you can't eat all the books here! There are a lot of people who need to use this building so um...please don't eat anymore!

[...Real smooth there, Fuuka]

[ The meek display drew its attention. The Luggage turns to look at her. It then peels open its lid and displays a row, like soldiers standing at attention, of large, white teeth. Congratulations, Fuuka, you have attracted the embodiment of rage. ]

[ It blinks at her. The corpse of a book slides off its lip and limply falls to the ground. ]

[Oh Fuuka has done it now, she should have known better to go and talk to something that just ate a bunch of books! Breathing slowly as she goes, she bit her lip and tried once again to speak up]

Y-Yes, you heard me, just please stop eating the books! There are lot of information in them that a lot of people need! So...just...please don't do that?

[ The Luggage stretches a phantom leg towards her and takes a purposeful, ominous stride. One of its legs impales a sad little blue book, the point very neatly jabbing through the 'O' of "Eating People is Wrong". ]

[And here Fuuka was, finding herself being put into a small corner of the room once more. Although, her Pokemon gave the Luggage a frighten glare and perhaps might have growled at it!]

Of c-course, eating people is wrong! But what are you trying to say by doing that?

[Unless it was really thinking about eating her but that totally can't happen! ...Right??]

[ The Luggage would like to disagree. Eating people was practically a hobby. Well, bits of people. Mainly prying fingers. ]

[ It moves in front of her and stops. It's rotom eyes staring up (or down?) at her and her companion pokemon) ]

[Fuuka nor does her Pokemon move. She was trying to stare at it dead on before she took a deep breath in]

...A-Are you going to eat me...?

[ It's lid raises. Higher. Higher. White teeth bared. The lavish inside drew into view. Previously folded, blood red robes were in disarray and tangled with the mess of shredded books, torn paper, and some spilled, black ink. There was also a white nightcap with the word 'MAGGUS' lovingly hand-stitched on the front. ]

[ There was also the front cover of 'How to Raise Your I.Q. by Eating Gifted Children' tightly wedged between two molars. The Luggage stood, expectantly. ]

Edited 2015-07-25 21:07 (UTC)

[Well, that confirmed all her suspicions. The moment her Espurr saw it, she immediately used Confusion on it as an attempt to knock it off balance for now. Maybe then, they'll be able to escape.

Of course, even with that psychic attack, Fuuka knew she couldn't be able to run away from easily. With her trying to run as fast as she could, she wasn't use to all that running. It would only be a matter of time before it caught up to her]

[ The Luggage reels. It totters uncertainly from side to side and bowls into an adjacent bookcase, sending a shower of literature raining to the ground. It angrily snaps at the air and reorients itself. The lid quivers in the air, as if sniffing. ]

[ It turns and begins to walk. ]

[It was then her Espurr had enough. She wanted the both of them to escape the library and fast. As she stood on top of her trainer’s head, she immediately used Confusion on it in hopes that it would distract them long enough for the both of them to get to the exit.

Of course, her pokemon had a feeling it wouldn’t work but it was worth a try!]

[ Good news! It worked! Kind of. The Luggage was confused about a few things right now, so it decided to take its frustration out on a hapless study booth. It ate a lamp while it was at it. If Fuuka and her Espurr flee before it comes to its luggage-y senses, they'll be as safe. Well, as safe as anyone is with this monster living in Union. ]

[Fuuka and her Pokemon didn't even bother to look back at the poor study booth. She simply just ran and eventually made their way toward the exit. As the both of them ran toward the door, the both of them started panting.

Nether of them needed to say another word. The both of them quickly got up and never looked back at the library. Although, she did have to wonder. Exactly what was that monster anyway?]

[ It was half-suitcase, half-homicidal maniac. That's all she needed to know. ]

I • Rampage of The Luggage

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