#proxy event

   He’d been on his way up another floor when an audible crunching sound was heard, the elevator grinding to a halt. Great.

   Slowly he tilted his head up, scanning the ceiling for any emergency escape. Elevators always freaked him out a little, and he had no idea how big the drop on this thing was if it ever broke--

   Oh. At the sudden voice, Jacket learned that he wasn’t alone. He didn’t actually even notice the little... Bug...? Standing there in the corner when he’d walked in. Well, this was a bit awkward. A cursory once-over on the chatty little thing told him this wasn’t going to be much of a problem for him on a personal level, and he was just here to do business.

   So, he thought this thing was a ‘music box’ or something? What the hell was he talking about, it was just an alternative to stairs. Did he seriously decide to lock himself willingly into the box not knowing that?

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physically pick my muse up and carry them

   The sound was tremendous. The crunch of concrete cracking open, the scream of metal breaking open, the explosive sound of water rushing forth. There was something wrong with this city, something new that despite his short time here had him feeling like maybe this wasn’t a typical expectation.

   The giant, white monster gargling the spray of water from a fire hydrant outside his window certainly wasn’t a typical expectation either.

   Another slow inhale from his cigarette as he watched the scene unfold with the giant creature apparently trying to drown itself before he extinguished on the window sill and slipped on his mask, grabbing the baseball bat and headed downstairs to approach the scene outside.

   Not that he was expecting to really be able to do much to fight off this thing, but it was just a precaution. If he died, well... That’s just how it was.

   Door slammed shut behind him, Jacket idly twirled the bat in his hands, ignoring the water flooding the streets, pooling in his shoes. Best just hope his tape recorder could be heard over the noise.

   “Ｈｅｌｌｏ． Ｈｉ． Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｎｄ－－？ // Ｉ  ｔｈｉｎｋ  ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ  ａ  ｌｅａｋ．”

   The sputtering on water stopped, and the creature swung the still-dripping maw to his direction. His grip on the bat tightened as it leaned forward, jaws opening, the shadow looming over him--