From the library to the Arms Hotel, Thursday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

After researching in the library and online in his office all day, Hannibal packed up his bag and stepped outside of the school. He'd "called" for Jono a few minutes ago, since the streets seemed to be getting more and more crowded with...things.

As much as he wanted to stay on top of things, he was beginning to wonder if he should have returned to Baltimore. Then again, the danger was rather exhilarating, even mitigated by an escort.

Hannibal still wasn't an idiot; he might be able to manage some of the newest risks himself (and the vikings responded rather well to alcoholic bribery), but he wasn't about go up against dinosaurs on his own.



[OOC: Expecting one, but open to anyone foolhardy or adrenaline-junkie enough to be wandering the streets!]

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[furnaceface]

Fortunately, it wasn't exactly a long haul from where Jonothon had been, surveying the damage to his windows at the Groovy Tunes, to the school. He'd sent off a quick, 'on my way,' message to Hannibal only a few minutes before actually arriving.

//Sorry that took a while,// he shared as he slipped through the doorway into the school. //Bears.//

That hadn't actually taken that long. He'd sort of vaporized them.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not at all," Hannibal answered with a nod. "Your timing is exemplary. Bears as well, now? If we get any other oddities here, there will be precious little room for people."

[furnaceface]

//I was throttled halfway across the island earlier today by a stone angel,// Jono replied with a shrug of his shoulders. //Came at me, fast as a blink. Wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.//

Having no eyes meant that watching it was a tricky endeavour.

//And the warehouse district is attempting to build a volcano, I think. At this rate, there won't be an island left in a few days.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"And we haven't found much more information on stopping it, I'm afraid." Hannibal secured his bag over a shoulder and started out towards the hotel. "A few things about who might be causing it, and some rather worrying information that a plague may be involved..." He made a moue of distaste.

[furnaceface]

//Plague. Bloody fantastic.// Jono kept his arms loose at his sides as he followed along, ready to reach up to remove his helmet if need be. //Really, this keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"For an interesting definition of 'better'," Hannibal answered with a chuckle. "It certainly is interesting."

[furnaceface]

//While I'm fairly certain it'd take more than a plague to finish me off, I don't think it's something that I'd care to see sweep through here all the same,// Jono replied. //Really, if I weren't so invested in this-- hold up. Feel that?//

The way the ground was shaking underfoot?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Difficult not to," Hannibal answered in a murmur. He looked around for the source, but could see nothing so far, so quickened his steps cautiously and unzipped the side pocket of his bag to put a hand on the rifle there.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon picked up his own pace to match. There were so many things crawling and scurrying around the island lately that he couldn't be entirely certain, but if common-sense served him well enough given what was already out there...

//Definitely something big, nasty, and headed this way.//

The roar of the dinosaur that came directly after that observation pretty much confirmed that, yes. Hello, Allosaurus. How are you this evening?

[sharp_as_knives]

In the echoing streets, it was difficult to tell which direction it was coming from, so Hannibal headed for the nearest storefront to get his back at something solid, and hoped it would remain that way. He pulled out the rifle and took off the safety.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was just a few steps behind Hannibal now, one hand reaching up to twist his helmet off, leaving fire billowing up from his shoulders as he tried to hone in on the single most hungry thing on the streets.

//North,// he reported. //Just one. And it smells fresh meat.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Lovely." Hannibal smiled. "Shall we turn the tables? I've never eaten dinosaur before."

[furnaceface]

//You'll have jerky for years.//

Jono was really in no mood to get himself eaten alive tonight, even if the odds were good that he'd survive the experience. Which actually made the idea even more horrifying, truth be told. He planted his feet and crouched forward a little, facing north.

//Just tell me what part of th'bastard you don't want to save for later, and I'll take care of the rest.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"No matter where you hit it, I imagine there will be plenty left," Hannibal pointed out dryly. "The brain is fairly small, if I recall correctly; not to mention, the head is the part most likely to be attempting to kill us. I would suggest aiming there."

[furnaceface]

//You know,// Jono noted as the dinosaur rounded the corner, //it wouldn't even be the first time I've knocked the head clean off of one of these.//

The Allosaurus roared again, stomping toward them, breaking into a run straight down the street.

And Jonothon send forth a burst of flame, aimed directly at the creature's head.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal held his rifle at the ready, but there seemed to be little point in using it yet. It was mostly a safeguard, and with any luck Jono would drop the thing first.

[furnaceface]

There were very few things in the world that compared to the sight of a full-grown carnivorous prehistoric reptile having its head blown off by a man who had, at some point or other, had his head blown off.

It was one of those sights that was probably best left to the imagination.

The creature went down, and the entire street rattled as it skidded across the cobbles, coming to rest in a heap only a few feet away from Hannibal and Jono, a steaming mess of ragged meat all that was left of its neck.

And Jonothon was going to just take a moment to lean against the wall. Because that had taken a bit out of him, not power-wise, but because he had literally been touching the dinosaur with his psi-power when it died, and feeling a life snuff out while in direct contact with one's consciousness was always a little jarring. A moment later, he pulled his helmet back on.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal eyed Jono curiously, picking up some of that reaction. It was a fascinating experience he'd have to ask about. Once they were out of range of any other deadly encounters.

He turned from Jono to the dinosaur, put his rifle away, and pulled out a large knife. "If we are safe for the moment?"

[furnaceface]

//For th'moment,// Jono agreed, idly dusting some soot from his shoulder. //I can handle pretty much anything but another one of those angels, and those are more disorienting than dangerous, really.//

Somewhere in the multiverse, a strange man in a blue police box was likely wondering why he suddenly wanted to smack a headless bloke right then.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded and set about figuring out how to carve up the best parts of dinosaur.

If the strange man in the blue box showed up, he might want to watch who he let in the box.