KAIJU FIGHT #1

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KAIJU FIGHT #1

CONTENT WARNINGS: thalassophobia, natural disaster, drowning, body horror, violence, blood & gore.

▶ 001. SEAS THE DAY.

On the morning of the 1st, sirens will blare, forcing every Outsider and Neo Tokyo civilian awake. While it hasn't been activated for a while, every citizen within the city knows this alarm all too well - it wails through the city whenever a Kaiju has been detected, ordering everyone to return to their homes immediately and stay there until they receive further information. Outsiders gazing at Neo Tokyo will see the armored city in its full technological splendour for the first time today. Once the civilians have returned to their homes, machinery within the buildings will work like clockwork, sinking each and every LILITH-augmented building beneath the ground. Just in time, too, because the waves are starting to roar again, crashing beyond the shore and flooding the city once more. Observant Outsiders may note that not every building has been modified. The older ones remain standing, vulnerable to the impending flood. Does anyone live in those buildings? The answer is yes, but that's not a priority at the moment.

Every Outsider will receive a summon, ordering them to prepare for battle. The Kaiju has been identified and located. It's show time.

"Angels of LILITH. We have located the Kaiju coming from beyond the sea. A full mission brief including the information we have gathered will be sent to you immediately. For now, make your way to the bay where your transport will be waiting. Be prepared for anything, but mostly, be prepared to swim."

Waiting for the Outsiders at the bay appear to be ... expensive-looking, personal yachts? This has to be a mistake, right? It's no mistake. Through intel LILITH has exchanged with international companies, it appears that this particular Kaiju has a fondness for overturning civilian yachts, and there's no better way to attract it than to leave it its favourite bait. The goal is to attract these Kaiju towards the boats and then attacking.

The ships may look like they're outfitted for a fancy yacht party. In fact, some exploring down below deck in the lounging room, one may find caviar on fancy ritz, oyster tower, little finger sandwiches with the crusts cut off and bougie smelly cheese that nobody in LILITH's pay grade can identify. On another table, there is fancy ramen spoons filled with microgreens, crystal jelly vinegarette, and a thin slice of parmesan cheese. Some further looking may find some fine aged wine, but you're not here to drink and party, you're here to fight a Kaiju! Right? Right.

Despite the fact everything about these yachts just look like... fancy yachts... they are actual warships that are mounted with naval artillery such as swivel guns, missiles and torpedos. Spears, harpoon guns and fishing nets can also be found and used if an Outsider is more comfortable getting extremely close to the monsters. There's no time for a proper seafaring course, so Outsiders will be given a quick run down on how the controls work, and be sent on their way. They will also be given a special jewel-like implant that attaches to the skin, right along the forehead, and told to wear it if they need to go into the water. "Don't worry about it," the LILITH crew says. "But it'll be one hell of a ride if you use it."

Alongside the crew, Seok Dang seems to be also assisting (?) though he's gotten a hold of the reception food down below. Did he smell like fine wine? Possibly. But that's definitely a fancy, half eaten cracker in his hand. He's also got on a bright, neon life preserver. Maybe someone doesn't know how to swim.

"WHOOO HELLA YEAH, MOTHERFUCKERS. Don't know how to swim? Don't'cha worry. Daddy Dang has got you covered. I know CPR! I give the best CPR! 💖 I'll rescue ya. TONIGHT, WE BALL!"

Nobody uses that phrase anymore, but you know what? You do you, SD.

▶ 002. WHALE WATCHING.

Minutes into their ship's course, the boats will rock violently, as if those already violent waves have somehow come alive. There is something in the water! The mission brief would have been shared with them sometime during their trip, but maybe Outsiders want to pull up on their implant the image and debrief shared once again now that there is some action. The orca-like Kaiju trying to reach the shores of Neo Tokyo is called Shachimon, and she's been the cause of the violent waves and flooding we've seen for the past few weeks. Alongside of her and are her children orca who love to mimic everything their mother does. The biggest one, the matriarch of the pod, is over 60 meters in length - large enough to swallow a boat whole. The younger ones are smaller but just as ferocious, spanning from the size of a car to the size of a bus. The youngsters are a size small enough that they can leap out of the water, sometimes crashing down onto people and ships. Beware!

Shachimon will be fighting to knock over boats, or climbing on boats with their amphibious legs. Once they get their hands on humans or Outsiders, they pull them into the water, tearing them limb from limb to feed. Their control over the waves are no joke, either. With a powerful swing of their tail, they can conjure up tsunamis capable of overturning ships. The matriarch, if left to her own devices, seems bent on submerging Neo Tokyo to make food of all its citizens.

█ █ █ MONSTER DEBRIEF SHEET
NAME: Shachimon
HEIGHT: Younger whales are 4 - 18 metres. The matriarch is 60 meters in length.
WEIGHT: 1500kg - 5000kg
CLASS: Highly dangerous.
LOCATION: Large bodies of water
ABILITIES: Use of sonar to detect any water movement. Fast swimmer. Very sturdy body thanks to all that whale blubber. High intelligence - commonly works together as a pod to take down prey. Capable of creating tsunamis that overturn boats. The largest Shachimon can sink a city if not stopped.
WEAKNESS: Electricity (since it will be inside water), dissection, spearing its eyes or blowhole. Loud vibrations within the water can stun or confuse it.
EXTRA NOTES: Dislikes and will attempt to overturn civilian yachts. Carnivorous, eating marine life and human flesh. Sadistic personality, may play with their food prior to eating.

█ █ █ MISSION OBJECTIVE:
✖ Lead the Shachimon away from the shore.
✖ Extermination of Shachimon in the water and if they reach the shore.
✖ Protection of nearby fishermen's boats and civilians within those boats.
✖ Teamwork to destroy the matriach Shachimon.
✖ Bring back specimens (live or deceased) for research purposes.

█ █ █ ATTACHED PHOTO:

As a note, Outsiders who wish to remain on land and help civilians there may do so. There are waves flooding the city, and some of the smaller, quicker Shachimon will have made it to shore. They will need to be taken care of before they can terrorise the city.

▶ 003. OCEAN GEMS.

Shachimon are most deadly in the water and their go-to strategy is to pull others into their turf, where they have the advantage. That's where those jewel-like implants come in. These implants, called OCEAN GEMS, when attached to the skin, temporarily modify the body. Once activated, nanobots will invade the bloodstream and alter the user's lungs, giving them a set of breathable gills. Their legs will also be altered, giving them fins and the tail of a fish. This is a recent invention by LILITH ever since the first Shachimon was spotted a few years ago, and the technology is still experimental. This means that the transformation process will be significantly uncomfortable, feeling a bit like being asphyxiated and having your legs sewn together at the same time. Deactivating the gem and turning back feels just as uncomfortable, and being experimental technology, it can take a while before the user can successfully revert back. Those who want to fight in the water and lack any weapons or abilities that can be used can request Seok Dang for a weapon. There's a limited supply, but they will be given a special trident. Directly driving the spear into one of the kaiju will electrocute it, giving a higher chance for higher damage. These tridents will be handed out to those who want to use their Ocean Gem and ask.

It's up to Outsiders whether they want to use this new technology or not. Being able to fight the monsters on their own terrain is certainly an advantage, so LILITH would highly encourage it.

▶ 004. MEDICAL BAY.

Healers and those with medical experience will be placed on the warship with a red flag on it. Dr. Spim & Alex will also be present on this ship to assist any major injuries to both LILITH and civilian fisherman alike. This ship is bigger than the others, and while stocked up with the same artillery, it is also stocked with beds and medical supplies. This will be the Outsider's naval medical bay during the siege on the Shachimon and all injured Outsiders or civilians will need to be transported there. This ship will also need to be protected heavily, because once the Shachimon catch on that all the injured, vulnerable prey are being transported to the larger ship, they will start to target that ship in particular. Characters that need immediate medical help should be transported to this ship via a dataportal. Each yacht has a dataportal that can teleport anyone instantly to the medical ship. The dataportals are also located down below deck to prevent them from getting damaged.

▶ 005. THE CALM AFTER THE STORM.

It's a bloody, soggy and gruesome battle and the seas' waves begin to calm down, the sea filled with kaiju carcasses. LILITH's clean up crew is working hastily to collect these corpses, but with the Outsiders' occupied and recovering from their fresh battle, help is limited. Search and rescue scavenges the sea to find any civilians who didn't make it or may need medical help. Meanwhile, the valiant teamwork and effort has paid off. After many hits from many different weapons, artillery, natural abilities, etc. the matriarch kaiju has been downed and sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. LILITH's team will work to retrieve the massive carcass, though it will take awhile. Those who put in notable effort will receive praise and a little extra payout. Outsiders will see an instant transfer of funds to their account: 340,000,000 KRYPTOS. This is roughly about 2500 USD.

The intense battle will have lasted several days and Outsiders are free to go from land to sea as little or as often as they like. It is all over, though, and Outsiders will be called to return to the MAIN BASE for rest and recovery. LILITH will also be searching for the rift where the kaiju came from while Outsiders recover. A message from an unknown voice will pop up an hour or so after all Outsiders have returned to the MAIN BASE. Outsiders may use this time to socialize in a commons area, wash up in the showers, get a meal in the cafeteria or rest.

"Good work."

▶ 006. AFTERWORD.

Welcome to our first Kaiju log! All prompts are highly encouraged but OOCly optional. ICly, characters can choose to fight in the ocean, on the ships or stay behind on land and protect the city. At the end of the siege, characters who accepted an Ocean Gem will be asked to return it. It's experimental technology, so LILITH will need to do more tweaking before they can properly release it. Outsiders who use the gem may have whatever fish tail they like, as long as it is a sea creature.

Feel free to NPC your characters' fights with the smaller kaijus. The main fight with the Shachimon matriarch will be determined via a HP-based system (See below).

Please note that all tags in this log count for 2 reward points each. Ask any further questions below!

Below is also the month at a glance. We understand the CALENDAR has been a little inconsistent, but the mod team is sorting all of this out. Expect a FEEDBACK POST this month as well so we can check in with the playerbase and make any adjustments to the game. This log, even if the time stamp says JANUARY, will count for FEBRUARY AC.

FEB 1st: Kaiju Fight Log in LOG COMMUNITY
FEB 15th: Text Post in NETWORK COMMUNITY
FEB 25th: Mod posted MEME COMMUNITY; FEEDBACK POST is live.

Thank you all for being a wonderful and understanding playerbase!

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▶ 004. MEDICAL BAY.

[blastedass]

▶ 004. MEDICAL BAY.

💥 ➊ Ship Defense

Don't fuck with me! [Amid the revolving tornado of flames, Dynamight crashes down against the kaiju like a missile, blowing the Shachimon away from the red-coated ship. Water splits around the creature's body as it plunges into the waves and Dynamight lands on the deck, buckling at one knee before slamming his foot into the ground to stop himself from collapsing. Bastard. Apparently it's not just a lumbering behemoth. Smart enough to figure out there's a host of injured prey within this ship, and now it's actively hunting them. Why the hell doesn't the ship move? At least it can make itself a somewhat less sitting duck. Cursing under his breath, Dynamight launches forward and renews the defense against another kaiju trying to clamor aboard. As to whoever he's working with-] Get to the one on the bow!

💥 ➋ Dynamight Down

[Blood. It feels hot over his skin, a contrast from the cold water he's been in and out of for days now. Dynamight kicks the creature over the side of the ship, backing off and gripping at his shoulder. Bad choice for that bastard, trying to take his entire arm off. Didn't know there was a fucking grenade on the end of it, did you? He glares down at the stream running over his torso. Teeth marks where it'd chomped on him. Not deep enough to reach something fatal, but it's going to risk some bruised bones and pierce wounds. He can still move his shoulder, but the loss of blood mixed with the activity and cold water is going to fuck with him in the long term.] Tch... Move. This is nothing. [He's dealt with worse. Dynamight grabs a nearby windbreaker and rips it with his teeth and hand, tearing the item into a few strips to start fashioning a crude bandage for the wound. Just give him a minute, then he'll be right back to business.]

Dynamight Down

[nutkick]

[ denji likes to pretend he's been keeping an eye on his teammates this entire time, but fucking hell— it was too chaotic. the waves crashing in, kaijus ambushing them from each corner, some people turning into damn fish (?), and it was all happening at the same time. you don't even know where to begin. the fight felt endless, they kept coming, and they kept pampering denji with the thrill he'd been craving for so long; finally an excuse not to hold back, and he didn't. perhaps he was being selfish, too selfish that he almost forgot this wasn't the ideal situation for bakugou to cope with. he should've known the second they'd seen the threat, yet all denji did was think about what he wanted to do. it took him a long time to figure it out, to snap out of it, and when they finally reunited— it was a bit too late.

denji retracts the chainsaws in both arms, crumbling to tiny pieces as he steps closer, breath heavy and covered in his and the kaiju's blood. it was hard to read his expression behind that helmet, but he was quiet ... as if he was trying to figure out just how bad the injury was. bakugou can still move his shoulder, nothing was broken in sight, just a really bad open wound and plenty of lost blood. it was too much and still gushing. ]

... Yeah, you're not going anywhere.

[ the hero won't last ten minutes out there without passing out and getting snatched as an easy meal. the fact he was stubborn enough to pretend he can keep fighting does not surprise denji. he holds his hands up, gesturing for the other to slow down. ]

You need a medic. No more blasties for you.

[blastedass]

[this isn't like the joint training where it's a semi-enclosed area and he's on a dedicated four-man team that can and will follow his orders. they're too far spread out, and too varied in ability/power, to put too much faith into other outsiders watching his back. bakugou only trusts a few of them in the first place and that scant handful only occasionally blinks into view every now and then. on the boats, in the air, atop kaiju, in the water, manning artillery, it brings back flashes of the war he was dragged from back home. when jeanist was doing everything possible to augment his team's natural mobility to prevent anyone from getting snared or crushed by shigaraki's infinite waves of fingers. (sounds weird, go with it, shut up.) but in the same vein, even just seeing one of the outsiders he knows brings an irritating-but-understandable rush of relief and strength to dynamight's battle. he has people who are counting on him, and who he knows he can count on. and they all better be alive at the end of this, or he's going to murder their sorry asses!

those thoughts are easy to have, but... as he watches his own blood leaking down his arm and sliding off his fingers, he's left wondering for a single mortal moment about whether he's going to be in any state to do any ass murdering. dynamight's lucky his arm didn't get bitten clean off, but the damage is going to make further motion of that arm agonizing. if not also aggravating what damage it did. the oddly-familiar-now revving of chainsaws brings his attention away from the windbreaker he's ripping into and up to denji as the half-devil approaches him. yeah, fucking impossible to reach his expression behind that chainsaw-engine head of his. but considering what he knows of the guy's powers, this battlefield is well-suited to him. any damage he takes, provided it's not instantly fatal, can be recovered just by biting into whatever hurt him. it's a fucking orca sushi feast for chainsaw man.]

Urusei-! [dynamight's rough voice is strained from so much cold air and further tightened by the buildup of labor already and the pain right now. he doesn't need denji tending to him like he's some fucking invalid. once he gets this bandage around his arm, he'll be good to go again. a harsh jerk of his head tears the fabric between his teeth as he rips another strip out of the jacket.] I can still fight. The medics can focus their attention on people who need them more.

[nutkick]

[ denji leaned his heavy head to the side, now staring at the group of medics rushing around and dragging the bodies of the injured. he then glanced back at the kaijus outside as they started circling this ship, thrashing around and calling out for more. it's true— they could use bakugou, they might even need him for a speedy win, to protect the others and secure this mission without further losses. he's probably one of the strongest in lilith's new army, so it's not a matter if the hero could fight or not, it's the risk he's gambling with that is worth deliberation. ]

Well, yeah, you can fight. But, another big blast and you might fucking lose an arm for good. [ it will further damage his injury, tear up more muscles and flesh, bleed more, lose consciousness faster and it's- ... ] And you don't have to jump to that extreme.

[ this might be an imperfect mode of expressing himself, especially to someone who is adamant about doing everything in his power to defend the civilians, his teammates and do his job to absolute perfection. it might be borderline cruel, but denji will not coddle him either. why must he put his life on the line and jeopardize everything he worked hard for when there is another answer literally staring him in the face? that's when denji points at himself, almost in a comical manner even when he's dead serious. ]

I'm here. I don't want you to lose your special bombs when you could use me. I'll push them back. I'll keep everyone safe so you can sit back and heal.

[ this might imply that denji wasn't thinking about rescuing anyone from the start and was more focused on the kill itself, but if changing his perspective will, somehow, reassure his partner ... then he will do it. bakugou is worth protecting, after all. there's another loud thud, strong enough to rock the entire ship, spurring more distress among the wounded. it's getting more dangerous and he starts pushing bakugou so he can rush to the center of the ship, where it should be safe. he pressed a hand against his back, more of a gentle prod than forcefully manhandling him. ]

Seriously, grab one of the medics and let them help.

[blastedass]

[those same thoughts, just from a different viewpoint, run through bakugou's head as well. despite the bloodloss, despite the pain, despite the weakness, he can still fight. he has to keep fighting. if someone were to die or get maimed or they earned a loss because he wasn't here, he'd be trashing himself on the inside. it's logical and illogical at the same time, foolish yet understandable, but bakugou's pride and what drives him to become a hero are hard walls to overcome, even by logic. if he can still fight, then he should fight. broken bodies can recover. blood can pump again. so long as he gets back up...]

Then sh- [bakugou's rough interjection gets interjected before he can finish. you might lose an arm for good. it's not like he hasn't heard such a comment before, not like jeanist hadn't done his damnest to keep dynamight back after shigaraki torqued the blonde's arm into a mangled wreck and burned half his face. but injuries can be stepped around, muscles and flesh can be repaired, and he can fight his own consciousness to stay awake. he can't-

bakugou glares at denji, sweat dripping down his face as another surge of pain rolls through his shoulder area. why the hell shouldn't he jump to that extreme? they're all fighting! they're all risking themselves! denji's not any different than bakugou, another soldier, another weapon! if the half-devil's going to push himself, then why the hell shouldn't he?!

i'm here.

Why? Because... I am here!

all might. denji obviously doesn't know the history, or the meaning, behind those words. yet they punch right into bakugou's stomach and almost wind him. he never would've let someone take the wheel for him, would've raged to have someone shield him, would've refused the help from someone who obviously cares... a year ago, he would've... but a year's a long time. trusting them to watch his back and do what he couldn't, while he expects them to trust him to protect them in turn. heroes must be willing to sacrifice themselves to win and to save... but you don't have to do this alone. he said the same thing to midoriya when they went to get him back. denji says what he says and it's one more small-but-brilliant proof the guy's heart runs gold despite the crap it's oft covered with.

he grits his teeth against the swallow that drags down his throat. fuck. god knows what bakugou just took down his throat, but it's a lot and it's done. a hand on his back gently-but-firmly drives him back towards the ship's interior. this bastard... letting go of his shoulder, bakugou grabs two grenade-like items from his belt and tosses them to denji with his good hand. yeah, they're literally grenades, filled with the blonde's explosive sweat. a hard impact and they'll explode.]

Keep everyone safe until I get back, Chainsaw Man.

[i'm trusting you.]

[nutkick]

[ he cannot understand bakugou's passion and what motivates him to push himself that hard, and it's starting to press on him. it's a question that lingered on the tip of his tongue for a while now, pestering him and it's getting harder to tame. it might have to do with him spending more time with bakugou as they joined the same force, watching him handle criminals and serving the public. it's one thing to help around because you fucking can, because you're strong enough, but to be so fearless that you would jeopardize your well-being for a bunch of strangers is something else. if he didn't find bakugou in time— the hero would've kept fighting, right? even when he knew the risk, he still refused to give in. did this city truly deserve such loyalty?

anyone with a sane mind would run the other way at the sight of a grenade coming their way, but denji caught it instead; cradling the pair between his hands as he stared them down. those are real, huh? damn, all this time he assumed they were nothing more than a fashion statement, but bakugou is truly packing up for a war. carefully, he stores them where they will remain safe, already making a plan on how he would use them and he can feel himself getting a bit excited. he nodded in bakugou's direction and stayed where he was until he made sure his teammate had retreated further in. okay, much better. that's when denji yanked on the cord, and his chainsaws bust out again— blood splattered everywhere.

he starts by guiding the wounded inside, clearing out the area. once that's out of the way, he gets back into action. he'd wait for those creatures to crawl up the ship, deciding that he'd rather avoid getting into the waters for obvious reasons. only then he would strike, tearing them apart, going for their limbs or eyes— anything that would cripple them on the spot so he could carve them up. if they caught him first, he would feed and heal, revving his chainsaws again. it's a gory cycle, with both sides trying to feast on the other, switching between hunter and prey. using bakugou's gifts was just the highlight of this fight. he aimed for their mouth, attacking them from the inside out and watching the creature burst into a bloody disarray; guts and flesh dropping all over the deck. what a sight!

he kept at it, holding them back for a while, but the kaijus kept growing in numbers. the fuckers knew this ship held an easy banquet and it attracted more of them. it was getting harder to resist and protect. denji noticed they were inching closer to the center of the ship—

shit, this is getting troublesome. ]

[blastedass]

[because denji's never seen or had a hero. it's not hard to realize he wouldn't understand the selflessness that should come from a person with a heroic heart. the ideal hero. not all are like that, plenty are selfish, shy, private, localized, rude, corrupt, and all sorts of other characteristics. but those that strive to be the hero they want to be have those ideas in common. saving people, protecting people, winning battles, earning acknowledgement, fulfilling the goals they hold themselves to. perhaps it is illogical for someone to push themselves into breaking point zone for the sake of people they don't even know, but that's what being a hero is. and bakugou would have continued to fight no matter how broken he became, reaffirming that as long as he could draw breath, he would continue to fight. did the city deserve that from him? fuck no! did he expect it from himself? hell yes.

all might would help. that's all he needs to know to set his own decision course. the sound of those chainsaws revving behind him heralds denji going on the offensive once more. bakugou has to resist the surging urge to turn around, to say "fuck this" and go help him fight. but he doggedly slams his leg in front of himself and shoves off with his foot, forcing the path underneath. he told denji he'd get treated and the other fighter is trusting him to do just that. doing otherwise would only spit on the guy's bravery. heh, if chainsaw man thought those grenades were all dynamight was packing, there are a few more surprises the young hero's gear had in store for him to see.

growling at the attention, he sits on the side of a gurney, letting one of the nurses inspect his wound. costume undone to the waist, his gloves still on while his gauntlets and neck brace sit off to the side. the bite isn't risking any bone splinters or torn tendons, but it's going to hurt like a bitch if he keeps straining the injured muscles. while one of the medics sits with his hand on dynamight's knee to channel those healing implants, the nurse cleans out the wound and applies medicine to help the healing along. look, at least this bastard's not kissing him like the the old healing granny back at u.a. fucking gross. (and fuck you if you think he's going to let some stranger sit here and hold his hand like a little kid!)

KA-BOOM!! smoke, noise, light, and the kaiju rearing up behind chainsaw man is sent flopping end over end across the deck, splats against the railing, and rebounds right over the chains. dynamight straightens up amid the smoke, wearing one of those battle-crazed slasher grins as he swipes his tongue across his lips like a psycho.] Piss off and die, ya fucking fish freak! [dynamight's back in action! of course his injury's not going to be completely fixed in this short amount of time, but it's healed enough, bandaged and medicated, and will serve him well in the battle. looks like chainsaw man's been holding out too, considering all the gore over him. dynamight brazenly flicks what looks like a heart off the half-devil's head blade.] You're gonna be shitting blubber if you keep eating this many.

[nutkick]

Fucking finally! I'm tired of them! [ if bakugou thinks he's referring to the kaiju themselves, nope, it's something else.

denji was flat-out pointing the head of his right chainsaw at the civilians who kept gliding into the fucking deck through the busted doors (probably due to strong waves rocking the ship, so it's not really their fault). regardless, the half-devil was sick of having to juggle between keeping a head over his body, fighting the monsters, and protecting the humans from joining an orca diet. it was tiring and not nearly as fun as he was having a few hours ago. fuck them, he is done. he is free. the hero can do the saving now.

as the thick smoke cleared out, the creatures rushed in their direction, ravaging through the ship and destroying everything in their path. not only did they have to deal with kaiju attacks, but the ship itself didn't seem like it would survive any further destruction. ah, they were running out of time. with a grunt, he yanked his chainsaw out of the fresh carcass, unbothered to do any further damage to it. he, at least, acknowledges it's time to switch tactics and move to 'mercy killing'. you know, just stab them in the head and end it, instead of toying with them.

he finds bakugou between the chaos, leaning in to see the work of the medics on his teammate, cautious with the slant of the chainsaw on his head. he's close, but not too close. he can tell bakugou isn't in his best shape, and he shouldn't overdo it, but it's not as bad as before. it's progress. ]

I'll be shitting just fine. I've eaten some pretty gross things in my life. But, them? it's like eating raw fish and nothing more. It reminds me of this sushi place near ou-

[ rudely interrupted— two more showed up, and no single fucks was given since they were basically stepping all over their buddies' remains to get to them. he didn't need to play hero and push bakugou out of the way, he knew that guy could make an escape way faster than he could. denji got away and was quick to grab one of the medics by the back of his shirt, lifting him off his feet, and dragging him out of the way just in time to escape the monster's killer jaws. guess he will still do some saving.

good news: only two left (so far). bad news: they seemed a lot stronger than the previous group. ]

[blastedass]

Don't fucking "finally" me when you're the one who told me to go! [he does think denji's referring to the kaiju. he is not surprised to find out denji is referring to people. bakugou's not one to talk about that either, since he likewise has very limited patience for people who are getting in the way of hero work, whether that means they aren't clearing their asses out as fast as possible or interfering via trying to do their jobs in a shit manner. case in point, dynamight's instantly yelling at people to secure the fucking doors so the injured and hiding stop tumbling out on the deck and getting in the way. hell, the ones falling out should be the ones barricading the doors! RIP THE DOORS OF THE HINGES THE REST OF THE WAY AND PUT THEM HORIZONTALLY ACROSS THE DOORWAY, YOU IDIOTS!! DOES HE HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS?!

dynamight cusses loudly when the smoke reveals an entire horde of kaiju tearing towards them. what the fuck is this?! what happened to the others guarding the ship?! he instantly charges forward, focusing more on explosion-augmented punches and strong kicks to knock the creatures over the side of the ship. can't focus on killing them. right now, it's only ringing these fuckers out before they can do more damage to the ship. (why the fuck were you toying with them in the first place, denji...)

speak of the devil, he's here. well, half devil. dynamight finds a chainsaw-topped head leaning over his shoulder, peering at the work done. quick stitches, disinfecting medical glaze, soft gauze, firm bandage, then wrapping the area in warm bandages, all padded by one of the medics using the healing tech to help with internal damage. he's not worried about the external shit. some blood loss isn't going to kill him. some. his shoulder still aches like a bitch and his range isn't going to be as wide or fast without fucking up the previous work, but... sometimes you can't worry about that crap.]

Which is better, kaiju or devil? [snappy question, but since chainsaw man's being a fucking chatterbox, why the hell not? dynamight snatches a nurse by the collar and hauls her backwards while twisting around and slamming a vicious explosion into the charging kaiju's face. it more redirects it than sends it over the railing, much to his annoyance, but the woman's safe and that's a better outcome. he releases her and a quick shout gets her panicking butt back inside. the kaiju bodies littering the deck make it harder for everyone to move... and they're getting bigger as the small fry are cut down.

two left. he takes his stand, eyeing them down as he moves beside denji.] Get ready to go for their legs. I'm going to stun them. Cripple them as much as you can in the meantime. And close your eyes for a second.

[with that, dynamight cups his hands together, finger barely touching, and charges up a large, hot explosion between his palms. but rather than release a massive concussive force, this one is more a blinding flash of light and harsh clap of noise. the vibration pulse races outward, crashing into the monsters' sonar, while the light pierces lidless eyes. it's on chainsaw man for this capitalization.]

[nutkick]

Devil, for sure. [ an equally snappy answer before they separate in battle. for someone who experienced the sinister nature of devils, someone who's living it right now, he can reassure everyone on this mission that they are dealing with the lesser evil. then again, even denji knew this couldn't be it. there are other kaijus that are fated to carry a bigger threat, but so far the creatures before him seemed motivated by the urge to destroy. they rely on their strength and less on their craft, while devils tend to scheme, wait in the shadows, intelligent enough to find the ideal manner of breaking your soul before going in for a kill. the control devil is among them, sharing smiles and delights with everyone— conniving. it might take weeks, months, or even years. it doesn't matter; their lifespan is eternal and they will wait. kaijus ... or at least these orca-lookalikes are simpleminded for an equally simpleminded fellow. denji does not mind this one bit; it's kill or be killed.

bakugou has a plan. he was hoping for it so he wouldn't bother himself by thinking, and it was forward enough not to encourage any questions so he nodded in muted agreement. go for the legs, got it. the medic was guided to safety, or pushed to be exact, and that's when denji chose not to look back. if anyone else is stupid enough to step out and get caught in the mess, it's not his problem anymore. he was told to close his eyes, unsure why, but he played along. perhaps the hero is unaware of this tiny fact, but closing your eyes does fucking nothing! it was so bright- ... denji is almost certain this is exactly what it feels like to stare directly at the sun. even when it wasn't aimed at him, he was still blinded for a hot second.

fucking hell, that sucked. those fishes are up for a treat.

it hindered their approach as they lost focus of their prey, trying to grab into them blindly without any success. that's when denji's chainsaws escalated in stamina, loud, almost too loud, and he aimed for their legs; blades slashing through their skin and bones in a precise cut. as one blundered to the ground, denji got on top and shoved both his chainsaws right through the thick skull and what followed is a majestic blood bath. light steam started seeping out of the now open wound; the daggers of his chainsaws spinning so fast it was almost seething, spitting small pieces of flesh as they dug deeper, covering him in red from head to toe. that didn't stop the kaiju from rebelling, even under all the pain it managed to strike denji with its back claws, hoping to kill the half-devil before he did. denji didn't dodge it, he didn't stop either— it's fine. stab him all you want. it won't end until he splits that fucker's head into two.

it's strange— but even when he lacked human features, one might almost see denji smiling through it all.

the second kaiju is coming for him, but that's fine. he's not alone. bakugou is here. ]

[blastedass]

[these things aren't devils. they aren't villains. they're just monsters, hunting prey driven by the desire to feed. no real planning, just instinct and predatory intelligence enough to know where to go and how to attack for food. it's not like they have a mastermind behind them directing their actions to actively take out the outsiders and thus make the rest of the populace vulnerable. while LILITH has been learning about the kaiju, the question is whether or not the kaiju have been learning how to deal with LILITH and their ilk + technology. it's not been an even playing field, considering 70% casualties. if bakugou has anything to say about it, the outsiders are going to come out of this with 100% survival rate!

yeah, but unlike many other people around, chainsaw man has a fucking helmet covering his head! if that's not his head completely in the first place. cover your damn eyes with whatever you want if it's too bright for your eyelids and face guards. the spots dancing in front of denji's eyes wouldn't be as bad as the blinding light searing into the kaiju's retinas and sending them reeling amid screeches and roars. even instinct has them fleeing from that light, covering their eyes with their hands or diving for the floor. none of them are able to scamper over the side of the boat at least.

he hears denji's assault well before he sees it. good guy. that's exactly what he told him to do and denji's fucking doing it. bakugou drives forward a second later, flying through the air in a flurry of explosions that land hard against the side of shachimon faces and detonate into eyes or mouths. he focuses completely on their vulnerabilities, going after their heads or trying to cripple their joints to bring them down and make them less of a challenge later on. he catches denji quickly enough, taking one of the creature down to the floor and digging into the skull. blood spurts as claws dig into the half-devil's back, but thanks to knowing how his powers work, bakugou's not worried about his partner being in danger. so long as he's not getting gored in the brain or heart, or getting his head lopped off, he'll be fine with a mouthful of blood. and there's plenty of that around him.

no, it's the second kaiju barreling towards the other blonde that takes bakugou's attention. he blitzes forward in a blinding flash, charged explosion turning his entire hand into a spherical cluster of explosions. stored up, ignited, and erupting in a roar of power and victorious anger as the young hero blasts the creature across the ship's deck like a smoking missile!]

[nutkick]

[ everything escalated into pure anarchy, and for what seemed forever since their mission started the intensity eased down into an eerie lull. the kaiju underneath denji stopped squirming around, head now slit into two with all its remains splattered around the ground. the chainsaws slowed down to a halt, and the half-devil breathed out, slowly pulling both blades out before he jumped off the disfigured carcass. he's certain the other kaiju is probably fried into a crisp fish after that blow, so he didn't need to check up on the other. it's a fucking miracle bakugou didn't set the entire ship on fire with that attack. the hero had an insane amount of control over his quirk ... like a proper weapon. that's not easy to achieve with such a destructive power.

it only took him a single step forward before a sharp unknown pain made denji flinch, that's when he glanced down to notice the ugly stab wounds the monster left back then. a jab so deep his intestine was about to leak and it made him feel a bit lightheaded. with a miserable groan, tired of the nasty fish taste, he lifted one of his blood-drenched chainsaws to his mouth and smothered his tongue over the blade. ugh, delicious. yummy. whatever! get in his system so his guts stay where they belong— inside his fucking body.

he takes a bit of time to glance over the waters, turning his head left and right, surveying the wreckage and their kill while keeping an eye out for any further aggression. nothing so far. was it over? did they fight off every single one of them? that's unlikely. denji knew the other teams were still out there having their own struggles, but none of the kaijus were coming their way. this ship is seemingly secure and the medics can finally work in peace.

he cursed, whether it was out of solace or frustration is unclear. he then attempts to find his teammate, careful in his footing. the waves as just as strong, still rocking the vessel with such force. perhaps it was a good idea for them to get inside and take a break. ]

I think we're safe for now, captain. [ taunting, but also serious. ] Come on, let's find a better medic for your busted shoulder.

[blastedass]

[he's not the first person to notice that. aizawa had immediately called bakugou out on his collateral damage once he got into u.a. and ever since then, the blonde has worked to hone his quirk to avoid the destruction it causes, too proud to allow something like that to slide once he got chewed out for it. some collateral is expected in any fight, but bakugou manages to keep his to a minimum by pulling his blast's power until it's right in the target, aiming just above the surface of the ship, narrowing his blast radius to avoid his allies around him, and being annoyingly skilled with his quirk to leave a swatch of dead monsters around while everything else (important) is left more or less untouched.

he's not apologizing for blowing one of these creature's heads up and getting fried brains splatted against the deck cabin's door. that's not fucking "damage"; that's just expected mess. it's not like denji over there, leaving geysers of blood and gore all over. then again, what'd you expect from a guy shoving chainsaws into guts and brains? the fact denji hasn't plunged his chainsaws into the deck itself and left gouging holes all over the ship speaks a lot to his own aim and battle instincts.

bakugo glances over to check on denji just in time to see the other hero (used lightly) licking blood off his chainsaw. ugh, that's hardly hygienic, but knowing how the half-devil fuels his healing, he expects it to happen now. it only takes that glance to notice the damage on denji's body, thus providing the reason for his lascivious licking.

the raging battle comes to a calm for the time being and bakugou punts one of the carcasses over the railing. doesn't need that shit being in the way as people start coming out on the deck to gather the injured and take them inside. others begin to man the guns, clean the artillery, refuel the bullets and harpoons, and otherwise get the ship back into defensive order during the lull. bakugou clears a few more monsters off the deck via grabs and throws as he makes his way over to denji, who's apparently looking for him. some of the waves splashing over the side of the ship help to clean the blood and gore, but it'll take more effort to get rid of all of it. good thing some other outsiders staked out on the boat are helping with that.]

Call me that again and I'll shove your ripcord down your throat. [growly growl. right, he's still injured. it was a patch job with internal healing at best. he frowns at his shoulder.] It's taken care of already. There are people worse off that need their attention. [he can move it, it's not bleeding, ergo, it's fine.]

1;

[1797]

Already on it!

[This time, Ren has Odin at his back. His various Personas mean he can play just about any role in a fight: attacker, defender, supporter, or even healer, and that leaves him darting wherever he's needed most. And he has range; he can hit a target from a distance, as long as the target isn't moving too much. He directs Odin towards the still half-submerged kaiju ("Ravage them!") and hits it dead on with a massive shock of lightning. It screams, peeling away from the ship.]

How are you doing over there?

[He calls that over his shoulder; he only caught Bakugo's stumble out of the corner of his eye, quick enough he may not have seen correctly.]

[blastedass]

[Joker... why the fuck do you have a practically naked purple man in a helmet/cape combo running around out here in a freezing ocean? Dynamight gave the Persona a strange look the first time he saw it. This is a different kind of weird compared to that snowman. But whatever. Joker's proven himself to be capable and trustworthy, two things he doesn't give out lightly, so the explosive hero doesn't save any concern for the masked thief. The resulting thunderclap from Odin is one more bang in that acknowledgement. Even with the dead bodies floating around in the water, diminishing the number of smaller kaiju seems like a never-progressing task at this rate.]

Fucking fine! Focus on your own side! [Dynamight twists around, goes down on one knee to brace against the rocking ship, and hauls his hand up, palm out, towards a Shachimon poking its head over the boat's railing. Concentrate, compress, aim-] AP Shot! [-and punches a beam of explosive energy into the creature's open mouth, through its palate, and out the top of its head. Inverse blowhole bullseye.]

[1797]

[Do not talk to me about who designed some of these summons, especially when Odin is a Norse god. Let the man have furs. Anyway, Bakugo is spared an immediate confrontation about how that sounds pretty sus because another shachimon scrabbles up the deck near Ren. Immediately, he pivots, swapping his Persona to Yoshitsune as the whale thrashes; one clawed fin sends him backflipping into a dodge, only for Yoshitsune to execute Hassou Tobi, splitting the shachimon like a cake with eight strikes. The creature's remains wobble, half slipping off the deck. The rest is...extremely fresh (gory) sushi.

He hears more than sees Bakugo take care of his own kaiju, eyes drawn to the water; he can see the silhouette of another shachimon approaching. It's moving right towards them and it's moving fast; there's a second before he swears and darts back towards Bakugo.]

There's a big one—it's going to breach!

[Getting belly-flopped on by a whale is not on the agenda.]

[blastedass]

[Son, we have to talk about these Persona you keep bringing home... This one's a naked man. But since that's not going to happen between them, Dynamight's leaving Joker to handle the area he self-assigned himself to while he focuses on keeping the kauji off the other side nearby. He notes the shachimon flopping onto the deck, but has his hands full dealing with a second one throwing its arms over the railing of the ship. These damn creatures just keep coming!

A quick step back makes an ominous "splat" sound and he feels his foot skid a bit. That's not water down there... Both Dynamight and the new orca monster look over to Joker... and the octa-divided kaiju falling into pieces on the deck. What the fuck did he just do? Those Persona are no fucking joke.

Before taking the other kauji's wailing distress over its sibling's death as distraction enough to crash a hard explosion into its jaw. The resulting arch backwards shows its belly and Dynamight launches a barrage of explosive rounds into its stomach, blowing the entire thing backwards and back into the ocean it came from.

He can't pat himself on the back (or get a breather) before Joker's suddenly yelling at him about an ominous shadow looming overhead. Holy fuck! There's no time to charge anything. Dynamight whips one arm up, arm the grenade-like bracer by depressing the lever, then pulls the safety pin.]

DIE!!

[A briefest flash before the entire creature goes up in a KA-BWOOM!! as the whole storage tank of explosive sweat empties out in one massive ship-sized blast. It's enough power to level a skyscraper. Though the cost comes from depleting the gauntlet's sweat tank, recoil blasting out the back of Dynamight's shoulders and upper back. He tanks it though, barely skidding on the gore-and-water-covered deck. Then drops his arm with a huff, the ship rocking in the water from the blowback.

Fuck... that tank's down. He's got one left on the other arm until this one fills back up. And at the rate he's fighting, that's not going to happen until the battle stops.]

[1797]

[This has actually been an exercise in getting used to how gruesome some of the Personas' attacks can be, since shadows kind of just...crumble away into nothingness when you finish them off. Even the simulations hadn't done much to prep him, between slugs and snowmen.

The recoil from Bakugo's attack sends him stumbling, one hand bracing against the deck to keep him on his feet. What's left of the kaiju rains down on them in chunky fragments and Ren can't decide if he's impressed or grossed out, putting one arm up over his head to keep more gore from landing on his face. He does a quick scan of the water; apparently, the explosion was big enough to make other shachimon momentarily reconsider. He takes advantage of the lull to turn to Bakugo, with enough observational understanding of how his quirk works to recognize that kind of power comes at steep cost.]

How much do you have left?

[In all the chaos and running back and forth, it's tough for any of them to keep accurate tabs on each other. It's a situation that makes him miss Futaba and her constant stream of updates.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugo's not been spared the brutality of war, despite his world being more in line with manga and comics that are far more beating up the villains with cool powers and dragging their banged-up asses off to the cops. But the League of Villains, the Shie Hassaikai, All for One, when those villains began to move, when war broke out...

He's seen gruesome and he doesn't like it, no matter how blood-splattered Bakugo's words and promises can get. "Tear them to pieces!" vocally doesn't quite translate to seeing his ally literally get her arm ripped off. That said, Bakugo's not squeamish, and he's way more cavalier about watching some fucking kaiju fall apart in pieces than seeing Ren get half his face torn off. (FOR EXAMPLE, NOT FOR REAL, DAMMIT!!)

Anyways! Good on Joker for putting those Persona to use and getting a dose of what gory is. They likely won't have any problems unless a kaiju in the future shows up wearing human guise. That's a whole different psychological warfare... ]

Gross. [Grumbling to himself as chunks of orca monster rain down. That bastard was tougher than he thought if the blast didn't vaporize it entirely. Then again, it had been trying to breach on the whole damn ship. He tilts his head to the side and a globby piece narrowly misses him. But the same view Ren sees is a welcome sight: kaiju backing off meaning they have a breather. Bakugo lifts his arm once his teammate inquires about the limits. It's not surprising someone like Ren would notice; the guy's pretty intuitive.]

This tank's drained. I have one more of that size left- [Indicating the other grenade-like gauntlet on his other arm.] -until this one refills. [Already the palms of his gloves are starting to siphon the sweat soaking into the orange fabric down through his bracer's underlying gear to start refilling the tank. But once he starts fighting again, that's going to stop. While he can unleash a blast like that in person, the recoil on his body is hard compared to the Grenadier Bracer dealing with most of it.] You're not dead yet, huh? Cycling through Persona like that can't be easy.

[1797]

[So, spoilers about Ren getting half his face torn off... But he gets better.

While the shachimon being intelligent has plenty of downsides, the fact they also know when to back off and regroup really is its own kind of benefit when everyone needs a break. Ren rolls and massages his neck, taking a chance to lose some of the tension in his shoulders.]

I took a nap earlier.

[He isn't even joking; his sleep schedule is so fucked my dude.]

And I'll get a second wind before I have to take another one, if I'm lucky.

[Thank you, Dr Maruki. But Bakugo isn't wrong; Personas can burn through physical and mental stamina at an alarming pace. While Ren has amassed enough experience that he doesn't need to be too stingy with their skills, he also doesn't have his usual backups if he miscalculates. Regardless:]

Either way, I can cover you for a while.

[blastedass]

[Does he come out rocking an Endeavor scar?

Dynamight's been debating on how intelligent these creatures are earlier. They have a grouping pack formation to hunting, smart enough to avoid and address dangers while also figuring out where the prey are most concentrated, but none have shown signs of planning, such as trying to herd their prey or feign injury to distract an Outsider. Hell, plenty haven't even given a shit if their brethren die, clamoring right over them to continue attacking. It's all based on hunger and the big bitch it seems...]

How long ago was earlier? [Because the alarm went off and they were heading to the yachts. Unless Joker means he napped on the way out here, or nabbed one during the war. Because fuck if even the Outsiders are going 24/7 max power.] Gonna need more than a second wind. These bastards don't seem to be slowing down.

[Though they've backed off for a bit, their numbers aren't decreasing. At least that's how it feels. The young hero flexes his fingers a few times. Sure, cover for him while the monsters have pulled back. Seems he just covered for himself.]

Just stay alert for when they come back.

[That said (grouched) Dynamight is going to quietly hang around Joker and rest, trusting the other guy to keep an eye out.]

[1797]

[Spoilers for an eight-year-old game, ig.

Ren just waves him off. Yeah, he's really going to leave the answer to that question open-ended.]

It'll be fine.

[That insufferable confidence again, completely self-assured in everything he does. He stays nearby but is quick to get some height, a perch that will let him easily see the surrounding waters. Third Eye lets him see shachimon approaching even at depth and he also has some status ailments up his sleeve, that he's been resorting to for crowd control when pure damage isn't enough.]

When was the last time you took a break?

[blastedass]

[Well that resolved quickly. Just one more reminder that I should suck it up and play that game.

Dynamight glares at him for the wave off, but doesn't chase after an answer. It's a moot point in the battle right now. And he's tired. Enough that arguing isn't attractive.

Joker says it'll be fine and he opts to trust him at the moment. Dynamight has a similar dogged confidence in himself, even if he expresses it far more rudely and arrogant than the phantom thief. The question earns an annoyed "haa?!" from the blonde below and he glares up at the raven perched at his vantage point.]

I'm taking a break right now, Shitty Mask!

[What's it look like he's doing?!]

[1797]

Before this.

[He calls it down like it's obvious, taking the rude epithet in stride.]

[blastedass]

Pay attention to the fucking whales!

[Before this he was fighting! Or riding the yacht. Or sleeping. Who the fuck knows what time frame Joker's thinking.]