@PeculiarPink Hey, it’s Mizuki again! She’s swung by again, this time just intending to talk.
“Hey, Wander, was it?” She said as she walked over, giving a small smile and a wave.
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@PeculiarPink “...Well, if Gojira did truly attack, then it would indeed be carnage.
The governor is going to issue a speech in the town center tomorrow. If Gojira is going to strike at any point, it’ll be then. I vote we steer clear and strike out to try and find a way out.”
@PeculiarPink A nod. “Indeed. It... makes sense. The radioactive fish. The whale. A boat going missing in the morning in the bay. That pileup. Even if people were leaving, they’d obey fog driving rules.
No, they saw something. Something made them crash.”
@PeculiarPink “The legend of Gojira states that wherever he went, a mist followed him. An all encompassing, all obscuring fog that stayed in an area until he was done rending it apart.
The thing is, nothing has been destroyed. We’ve had power outages and a pileup, but no actual destruction.”—
@PeculiarPink “...I honestly have no clue. Meteorologists are completely stumped. Parts of the city have lost power completely, and there’s been even more outages.
I... have a theory. But I don’t know if it’ll hold up.”
@PeculiarPink “...Rather worries, if I’m going to be completely honest with you.” She bit her lip. “There’s something going on. Radiation poisoning in the fish, a huge pileup, and a fishing boat went missing this morning. I don’t like it.”
@PeculiarPink The ensuing freak out around the scene might end up catching @ForeignRookie’s attention; if so, Wander would... Well, she’d have some explaining to do as to why a guy is on the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.
@PeculiarPink It’s the fourth day of the damned fog, and the criminal activity has finally reached Wander; some jackass is trying to steal one of her paintings, and is currently in a fairly weak tug of war over it, not wanting to damage the prize.
Two fishermen are out in the bay. Far, far out.
One of the two, the taller and leaner one, takes a pipe out of his mouth and blows out a small smoke ring. “Man, this fog is a real downer, ain’t it?”
The shorter, stouter one nods. “You said it, Phil. We came all the way out—
could react and try to get away, the monster that had risen up from the sea had noticed them.
Obscured by the fog, it was free to do what it wished.
A snap of its tail and their bones were pulverized, multiple organs bursting and their flesh tearing as fragments of wood—