Godzillaaaaa [open to multiple]

[has_a_horn]

There's something new about the city this afternoon. It's not particularly hard to miss. At about noon, a giant scaled figure emerges from the Hudson River, emits a loud screeching roar, and heads for central park.

It's Godzilla, straight out of the 1954 Toho film.

Or, rather, that's what it looks like. Gabriel has a scheme, and this scheme involves in-fluxing a little bit of fun into this city with a grand-scale illusion. His idea of fun might need some work, by human standards, but this is exactly the thing for him at the moment. There are news reports on the radio and television, both in English and in Japanese, but they aren't given by any newscasters anyone in New York might be familiar with, because Gabriel is projecting them.

As Godzilla shakes the water off it's back and walks onto the island, Gabriel pulls out his phone and texts Peter. He really needs him involved with this.

[ooc: Godzilla will make his way across the city, having a good smash. Feel free to run into it anywhere. As this is Gabe's illusion, any interactions with Godzilla will be controlled by Gabriel, even if he's not nearby. People Gabriel doesn't like might want to avoid getting underfoot, or else they'll feel the bone crunching effects of being stepped on, even if nothing has actually happened.]

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[fucking_ebay]

"Fuck." Peter stares, eyes fixed to the screen as something that looks just like an unconvincing rubber suit goes on a seriously convincing rampage. He winces when the building falls and instinctively glances toward the window, wondering if this one will be next.

"You're not allowed to let me die," he says, steeling his nerves. Alright. Going to fight Godzilla.

Fuck.

[essentiallyharmless]

Lucy never seems to get around to answering Gabe's question. Bit distracted by the TV, which seems to correspond with distant (but not as distant as she'd like) rumbling sounds, reminding her of thunder.

"I'll keep watching," she says suddenly, walking over to Peter's side and taking his hand, giving it a reassuring sqeeze. "If either of you get hurt, I'll turn back time. Gabe will remember what happened," she says, glancing over at the angel. "So he can make sure it doesn't happen the second time."

[has_a_horn]

And now he has to keep this particular newscast up to date with his adventures with Peter. Or better yet, show her a completely separate story that involves a much safer defeat of Godzilla. That would probably be the wiser choice, and much less stressful for Lucy. He is a bit touched that she might turn back time for him a second time, after what she knows about him now.

"He'll be safe," He smiles at Lucy. "He's got a guardian angel." The moment Lucy lets go of Peter's hand, Gabriel reaches out to touch the man's face. In the next instant, they're standing on a roof while the ear-splitting roar of Godzilla cuts through the air. He offers the sword again. "Going to take this anytime soon?"

[fucking_ebay]

That's what happens when you lie, Gabriel, it snowballs.

Peter squeezes Lucy's hand back, grateful for that assurance of safety. He'd rather she just came with them, but it's probably safer for everyone if she watches from where she can't be the one getting stomped. It occurs to him just as she lets go that he should tuck a bottle into his coat pocket for the road, but Gabriel's too quick for him.

"Jesus!" Peter flinches and turns toward the sound of the noise, expecting the lizard to be almost literally on top of him. He stumbles against Gabe and fumbles for the sword without looking, which is probably a bad idea when it comes to swords. "There's got to be someone else who could do this," he groans.

[has_a_horn]

Peter is lucky that the sword isn't particularly dangerous. Or actually real at all. "Jesus wouldn't be a bad choice. If he wasn't dead and in another universe." He wraps his hands around Peter's, tightening Peter's grip on the handle of the sword.

"So. The plan is. It gets closer, I hold it as best I can while you teleport over and stab it in the head." This is the best of times for Peter to practice his power, right?

[fucking_ebay]

As far as these things go, that's actually a decent explanation for why it's got to be Peter. He doesn't get much of a chance to think about having just been told that Jesus is not, as he supposed, in all dimensions before Gabriel explains the plan and Peter finds himself staring at the giant lizard onto whose head he is intended to teleport.

"We should have brought Lucy," he groans, thinking of the general unreliability of camera crews. "Fuck. I'm out of there if that thing moves."

[has_a_horn]

Godzilla ambles closer as they talk, and Gabriel keeps an eye on Peter. Even if this is a fake threat, the chances of Peter hurting himself are still pretty high. Maybe he should have chosen a threat that was closer to the ground. "You'll be fine. She'll love it. Peter, hero of the hour."

[fucking_ebay]

"Are you talking about Lucy, or the lizard?" asks Peter, cracking a joke through a mouth gone dry with fear. "Fuck," he mutters, gripping the sword and feeling like it's going to slip right out of his sweaty hands. He hefts it, feeling its weight. It feels sort of...right, somehow. Not right enough that he feels like this is going to work, but right enough that he's starting to feel a little less like he's going to get over there and immediately drop it. "I'm not drunk enough for this," he comments, watching Gabriel out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the signal.

[has_a_horn]

"We will get drunk later, when the lizard is dead. I promise you that with all of my heart, Peter." Godzilla is nearly upon them now, it's upper body the only thing visible as it pushes its way through buildings towards them.

He can smell its breath, rancid and strong. When it roars, it creates a gust of wind that blows across the tops of the buildings and forces Gabriel to steady his footing. The roar is quickly followed by a column of blue-hot flame that erupts from Godzilla's mouth. It tosses it's head up and the flames spout into the sky a mile high. Around them, the air heats until it's uncomfortably hot.

Soon, Godzilla is right there. Gabriel nods to Peter and lifts his hands. A blue aura surrounds the monster, and it stalls completely, as if Gabriel has stopped time. "GO. NOW."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter watches, eyes wide and breathing rapid as he grips the sword with sweaty hands. He flinches when it spouts fire, and Gabriel is fortunate Peter doesn't simply teleport away in a panic. No, he's going to be brave. He's going to save the fucking city. Or die. Probably die.

And then it's time. Peter hesitates a second, but then he can see himself landing on the creature's head and he does it, just closes his eyes and disappears in a clap of fire and a shout. The extended yell that cuts off from next to Gabriel and continues from where Peter appears on top of Godzilla in a gout of flame is less a battle cry than it is a scream of terror. He's still screaming yelling as he stabs wildly down at the flesh on which he stands, his efforts both clumsy and failing to take into account the question of whether he'll be able to get through Godzilla's skull.

[has_a_horn]

Holy shit, he actually managed it. Gabriel is pleasantly surprised. He grins and laughs as Peter stabs wildly into Godzilla's skull, completely amused and happy about this result.

He lets him do it a couple times before the sword finds purchase and slides easy though skin and skull. The flames seem to effect Godzilla in a way that they hadn't effected Peter or Gabriel. Flesh sizzles and smokes away from the sword and the scaled skin surrounding the blade shifts colors as the blade's effects spread. Green is rapidly turning grey under Peter's feet.

"Peter! You did it!" Gabriel smiles across at Peter. At the same time, Godzilla shifts dangerously out of Gabriel's stasis. It's enough to knock Peter off of his feet, but not enough to throw him off of the great beast.

Gabriel's drops his smile and yells back to Peter. "Leave the sword! Get back over here!" Well, if Peter could transport himself once under pressure, might as well give it a second shot.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's surprised himself that he made it there, but less surprised that he stabs several times before anything happens. He doesn't realize until it happens that he wasn't expecting the sword to ever go in, and he stares dumbly in surprise at the buried blade. For a second he tugs at it, thinking maybe he should do it a second time to make sure, but the lizard lurches under him and he staggers and falls heavily on his rear. "Don't you dare!" he shouts at the dying Godzilla. "Don't you fucking dare!"

No worries, Gabriel, he has no problem with ditching the sword. Peter turns quickly to look at the angel, agrees with his assessment of what to do next, and gathers up his energy to jump again. There's another spurt of flame and then --

Nothing. No Peter. He's just...gone.

What did you do, Gabe?


[He's just arrived in Wilmot's End. Suddenly, a man in a stylish leather jacket appears seated in one of the booths, screaming at the top of his lungs.]

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel glances around quickly. Peter's gone. "Fuck." He has a moment of panic as he turns around trying to see if Peter has arrived nearby. It doesn't last long, though. When he extends the range of his search to the entire city, he can't help but laugh.

A moment later, Gabriel arrives next to Peter in the booth at Wilmot's End. "You were really serious about that drink."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter's scream has died down to a whimper by the time Gabriel catches up to him, but he lets out a little yelp at the angel's sudden appearance. "Fuck!" he says to make sure Gabriel knows how he feels about all this. "You were supposed to hold it!"

[has_a_horn]

"I'd like to see you try." It's a token protestation. When you're controlling everything about a situation, it's easy to shrug off complaints. Gabriel lifts up a hand to cup Peter's cheek, then pat him on the face. He grins, happy that Peter managed to play the part of hero. "You did it, Peter. I knew you could."

[fucking_ebay]

"That makes one of us." He's still trying to calm down and stop panting like a madman. People are still staring; it looks like someone's going to come over to see what's going on. Good thing both of them are known to the staff. Peter lets out a hysterical chuckle, just now getting to enjoy the adrenaline high he's been on since the roof.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel, meanwhile, takes out his phone and sends off a text to Lucy reassuring her that they're both alive and Godzilla isn't. That done, he materializes a glass of water and pushes it in Peter's direction. That might help to calm him down a little. He doesn't want him to have a heart attack just after he's saved the day.

The waiter seems to take Gabriel manifesting beverages himself as a sign to come over and ask if he can bring them anything. Gabriel orders himself a sour apple martini, and Peter a Midori sour. He's in the mood for something green. For some reason.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter grabs the water and gulps some down, but it's not what he really wants. Fortunately, Gabe knows him well. When the water's gone to fill their order he lets out a laugh, less hysterical than the last one.

"Holy shit," he says. "Did you see what I did? Holy fucking shit."

[has_a_horn]

Gabe reaches up and ruffles Peter's hair, really enjoying Peter's relief and happiness now that he's less frightened. "I am frankly amazed, Peter."

[fucking_ebay]

"Where'd you even get that thing, anyway?" asks Peter, making only a token effort to duck away from Gabe's hand. "The sword -- holy fuck, I just killed Godzilla with a glowing angel sword!"

Just give him a minute to gush here.

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel smiles back and raises his eyebrows at Peter. "Come on, where'd I get it?" He clears his throat meaningfully. "So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life."

[fucking_ebay]

Peter gapes. "Bullshit."

Seriously, Gabe, you've gone too far this time, even Peter's going to have a hard time swallowing that.

[has_a_horn]

"You should remember what I am more often, Peter." It's a statement that doesn't carry any threat or warning. Merely a reminder. "Eden's not there anymore. The sword had to go someplace."

[fucking_ebay]

"And what, you just hung onto it all that time? I don't want to know where you put it. I should wash my hands, shouldn't I?"

Forgive him. He's still giddy.