You hear the door slam... [ Open! ]

[secondcity_mods]

Characters: Everyone!
Time: April 16th - April 17th
Location: The Field Museum and the streets of Chicago
Content: If you thought Sue was bad, imagine the rest of the museum coming alive...
Format: Poster's choice
Warnings: Raptors on hoverboards and mummies on fire just kidding or am I?

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[thirteenth_brat]

Roxas wasn't sure what a dinosaur was, but somehow he doubted it could be as dangerous at that Dustflier Heartless. He had heard of the movie that had been mentioned when he'd asked what raptors were, but he hadn't seen it.

In any case, he was pretty sure he was more ready for this than he had been for some of the other things that had happened lately. Though, as he approached the museum, he had to wonder. Museums were places where relics of the past were displayed. What were dinosaurs, whatever they were, doing there?

Well, he supposed he'd find out.

[justplainfolk]

Between the phages and now the raptors that were apparently running amok in the hotel, Kincaid had just about had it with this battle. Still no Morgana to be seen, and Chicago direly in need of reinforcements.

And his backup was a teenager.

Wonderful.

[thirteenth_brat]

Roxas didn't notice Kincaid's miffedness at the situation, but he would certainly be indignant if he knew his youth was adding to it. He'd left Axel and Isa a message telling them where he was going and then turned his phone off. He'd deal with whatever lecture they felt like giving him later.

In any case, he was as ready as he could be for what awaited. Which was...

Bipedal lizards that looked a bird and a dragon had gotten together. Lovely. At least they weren't flying. Flying enemies were annoying.

[godofcologne]

The fear that filled the Field Museum was a sour foulness against his demon's senses, which was one of the reasons why Thomas had sought it out. The wounds he'd taken in the fight with the phages had healed, but they had left him drained, and the temptation of so much vibrant life in the city after the near-starving emptiness of the construct Chicago was driving him to distraction.

So Thomas had sought sanctuary in a place that stank of fear, that reminded him no matter what that he would not fall as far as the grotesque tastes of the Malvora. He prowled the halls of the museum with a liquid, predatory grace, frowning at echoes that filtered through the air ducts, the reverb and his own too-active imagination making them sound like hungry growls.