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TKDye, involving a monster rampage and a casual chat!
Alistair and Kevin have a friendly discussion about human nature on their stroll through the city, oblivious to a monstrous transformation and the destruction they begin to create...
A Chat Through Town
By: IndigoRho
On a particularly average day in a particularly average neighborhood, the shoe of a pedestrian kicked up a stray stone on the sidewalk, sending it skipping with speed towards a row of newspaper boxes. By sheer luck the stone bounced at just the right angle to strike the glass window of one box, leaving behind a small but noticeable crack. The individual who'd originally struck the pebble didn't react, and neither did most of the others going about their daily lives. However, a black and white cat walking in the opposite direction appeared keenly aware of all that had happened.
“See Kevin, that's exactly what I've been talking about,” the cat said with a sigh as they passed the damaged box. “People just don't care as much anymore, they're more likely to just worry about themselves and ignore everything not about them.”
The golden retriever walking beside him adamantly shook his head, careful to avoid stepping on any fragments of glass with his spotless Converse Chuck Taylors. “Alistair, you're honestly overreacting. There was nothing malicious about what happened there, it was simply an accident.”
Alistair—who was normally a couple inches shorter than his canine companion—experienced an abrupt growth spurt. Not only did he surpass Kevin in height, but his chest became more defined, fresh muscle mass visible even beneath his t-shirt. Despite the inexplicable growth, all his clothing magically shifted size to match, from his white gloves to his own pair of Chuck Taylors. Neither Alistair nor Kevin seemed to notice the change, continuing on their way.
“Maybe it was an accident, but even so it was caused by him not watching where he was going, too busy chatting on his cell phone,” Alistair said, growing a bit bulkier in the process. “And—just as important to what I've been telling you—he didn't respond to the damage he caused, just walked right by.”
Kevin's own body began to grow, surpassing Alistair's once more and resulting in a handful of confused glances from passersby who'd witnessed the dog change before their very eyes. “Now Alistair, you can't know for sure that he purposely ignored what he did, I nearly missed it myself and I was far closer. Also it seems rather unfair to consider all accidents as malicious.”
As Kevin gestured he swelled a good couple feet more, and a short arc of electricity launched from his white-gloved paw, frying the phone of a stranger unfortunate enough to be close by. They took one look at the giant of a dog and simply ran. More and more were becoming aware of the growing duo, going out of their way to avoid them or fleeing outright. Each step seemed to make them taller and more muscular.
“I don't think all accidents are malicious,” Alistair insisted, his Converses now cracking the pavement underneath with every heavy step, lampposts shaking and car alarms going off all around. “I just feel there are some that are unavoidable, especially if you'd make the effort to be mindful of your surroundings and others. Which all leads back to people being more naturally self-absorbed now.”
His friend now stood over three stories tall, exceptionally buff and taking up the entire sidewalk, forcing Alistair to move into the street. Cars and trucks alike came to a screeching halt, their hoods and cabs crushed into scrap by his sneakers. Sturdier vehicles—like delivery trucks and buses—were instead kicked aside with equal ease, many crashing right through storefronts or barreling into parks. The avenue could barely contain Kevin and Alistair, who were both well on their way to towering over the nearby buildings, debris raining down as they sideswiped walls. Still they chatted, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Feeling cramped, Kevin shot a raw beam of energy from his mouth, demolishing a straight line of buildings to his left for blocks. The rubble flattened to dust beneath his enormous Chuck Taylors as he enjoyed some personal space once again. “You should really have more faith in people, Alistair,” Kevin said, sneakers leveling more and more buildings as they enlarged along with the golden retriever. “Sure they're not always mindful of the smaller issues around them, but I feel most become selfless in a heartbeat in times of need.”
Alistair wasn't convinced, the giant cat swatting a news helicopter that'd ventured too close out of the sky before turning to his friend. “And I feel you're giving people too much credit. Consider your average Joe.” Alistair held his gloved paw out, and a terrified, normal-sized wolf poofed into his grasp from thin air. “If he sees someone in need—say maybe a person who's lost their phone or in need of change for the bus—he's more than likely going to either ignore them or lie if confronted directly.”
Content with his demonstration, Alistair tossed the wolf right into his mouth and gulped him down. Converse-shaped craters now marked the pair's path of destruction, nothing capable of surviving their stomps intact. The buildings around them were getting taller as they approached downtown, but then again, so were they. With walking side-by-side becoming an impossibility at their immense size, Kevin and Alistair slowly branched apart to have more room, plowing through office towers and crushing parking garages beneath their sneakers as they did. They made sure to stay just close enough to continue their conversation, though, their relatively-booming voices rattling windows for blocks around.
Kevin tore a needle-thin apartment complex out of its foundations and held it out horizontal in his palms, where it magically hovered in place, drizzling rubble onto the streets below. “Plenty of people actually would help in those situations, though. I know I've let strangers borrow my phone before when they asked. And what about everyone who pursues careers for the sole sake of helping others, even at risk to themselves?” With a flick of his wrist an ambulance appeared from thin air atop the floating building, then a fire truck and a confused pile of those who'd been crewing both vehicles. “Medics, firemen, rescuers in general...I'd say their actions more than outweigh small daily slights.”
In a flash Kevin's examples plummeted to the earth, before being further stomped into nothing by his Converses. The people he'd summoned were teleported mid-fall right into his paw, though their brief reprieve ended with Kevin swallowing them whole in one go. New changes were occurring to the golden retriever's body, Kevin taking on faint reptilian traits as he rampaged through his portion of the city. His tail was longer, thicker, while his paws were beginning to more closely resemble the claws of a lizard, while still contained in white gloves. Kevin's bulkier tail allowed him to smash more buildings, cleaving them in two as he shot bolts of energy and flame from his claws. In general he was still causing the most destruction with his trusty sneakers, his powerful stomps capable of wrecking anything in his path. Alistair was undergoing a similar transformation as well.
“I'm not trying to argue that there aren't selfless individuals out there,” Alistair replied, taking a brief moment to torch a few buildings with his roaring fire breath. “I just feel like they're increasingly becoming an outlier, not the norm. They're used as an excuse to brush aside the lack of action inherent in the majority, rather than as ideals to strive towards.”
Alistair's wanderings had led him to the city's port, and the industrial facilities alongside it. After trampling a train yard and melting a container ship, the titanic cat set his sights on plant of some sorts, cluttered by soot stacks and chemical holding tanks. As he leapt into the air to crush the structure his Chuck Taylors transformed into heavy black boots. His thunderous landing obliterated the plant and everything around it, sending waves through the rest of bay that sunk docked ships and flooded areas he'd already wiped out. The moment Alistair stepped away from the plant his boots turned back into sneakers, spared from any mess his destruction could have caused.
One of Kevin's Chuck Taylors broke through the roof of a covered stadium, shaking its bleachers apart and nearly collapsing the whole structure in the process. He glanced down for a moment and gave his sneaker a good shake to remove the unwanted mess, annihilating what remained of the stadium as he did. To Kevin's relief the fabric and laces of his Converses were just as neat and tidy as ever. In celebration the gargantuan golden retriever took a short sprint—dust and collapse in his wake—jumping clear over an extensive urban park and landing on a shopping center with enough force to create a considerable crater. Of course to someone of Kevin's immense size, leaving the hole was akin to stepping onto a low curb.
Kevin turned to respond to his friend, only to realize there were a few inconvenient skyscrapers blocking his line of sight. He wasted little time stomping over to the minor irritation. A blast of energy and a swipe of the tail dealt with most of the blockage, but a few of the sturdier, earthquake-resistant towers stubbornly held together. Unfazed, Kevin simply placed a gloved-claw on either side of the two central skyscrapers and parted them like tall grass. They snapped off their foundations from the pressure, toppling into the other holdouts like steel dominoes. Now he had a good unobstructed view of Alistair, who was busy unleashing his fire breath with impunity.
“Alistair, you seem to be looking for perfection from people. I don't feel the very existence of self-centered individuals should mar your opinion of the population as a whole,” Kevin said, gesturing at the few remaining intact vehicles within range and causing them to float high in the air, orbiting the lizard-dog like satellites. “After all, it's such a complex matter. Not only do selfish people have the potential to change, but many can exhibit a wide range of responses, going out of their way to aid those in a tighter community, even if they aren't proactively assisting complete strangers.”
As Kevin made his argument he casually flicked away his floating collection, flinging the vehicles at distant buildings with expert precision. Each one found its mark with some degree of success, smashing through walls or even bringing down their targets altogether. Alistair was inspired by his friend's actions, simply teleporting potential ammunition right into his grasp in between throws and pitching them at any structure Kevin overlooked. The impromptu competition escalated quickly, with the pair utilizing increasingly larger projectiles. Eighteen wheelers, dump trucks, tug boats, and ferries...all grabbed or manifested to spread Kevin and Alistair's swathe of destruction. Eventually the duel ended in a silently agreed upon draw once Alistair chucked a cruise ship.
Little was left of the city by then, block after block flattened beyond recognition. Dozens of deep Converse imprints had wildly changed the landscape as well, serving as a vague guide of the two monsters' paths as they'd rampaged. What hadn't been utterly crushed was in shambles, some buildings inevitably collapsing just from the vibrations of stomps alone. Remnants were gradually finished off, Kevin and Alistair making a habit of smashing them beneath the weight of their massive sneakers as often as possible. They stomped and crushed and trampled till there was nothing left but themselves.
Alistair let out a sigh. “I know you probably think I'm being too cynical Kevin, but I'd say I'm just being a realist. Though I admit you've made some good points.”
“And while I don't agree with a lot you said, I can see where you're coming from,” Kevin replied.
“I still wish more people would make as much an effort to stay aware of their surroundings as we do,” Alistair said. “Anyway, should we grab something to eat now?”
Kevin accepted with a nod, and the two monsters strolled off. As they did Alistair's sneaker kicked up a dislodged boulder, sending it ricocheting off some rubble before smashing through a glass subway entrance cover that'd avoided the rampage until then. Neither friend seemed to notice.
TKDye, involving a monster rampage and a casual chat!Alistair and Kevin have a friendly discussion about human nature on their stroll through the city, oblivious to a monstrous transformation and the destruction they begin to create...
A Chat Through Town
By: IndigoRho
On a particularly average day in a particularly average neighborhood, the shoe of a pedestrian kicked up a stray stone on the sidewalk, sending it skipping with speed towards a row of newspaper boxes. By sheer luck the stone bounced at just the right angle to strike the glass window of one box, leaving behind a small but noticeable crack. The individual who'd originally struck the pebble didn't react, and neither did most of the others going about their daily lives. However, a black and white cat walking in the opposite direction appeared keenly aware of all that had happened.
“See Kevin, that's exactly what I've been talking about,” the cat said with a sigh as they passed the damaged box. “People just don't care as much anymore, they're more likely to just worry about themselves and ignore everything not about them.”
The golden retriever walking beside him adamantly shook his head, careful to avoid stepping on any fragments of glass with his spotless Converse Chuck Taylors. “Alistair, you're honestly overreacting. There was nothing malicious about what happened there, it was simply an accident.”
Alistair—who was normally a couple inches shorter than his canine companion—experienced an abrupt growth spurt. Not only did he surpass Kevin in height, but his chest became more defined, fresh muscle mass visible even beneath his t-shirt. Despite the inexplicable growth, all his clothing magically shifted size to match, from his white gloves to his own pair of Chuck Taylors. Neither Alistair nor Kevin seemed to notice the change, continuing on their way.
“Maybe it was an accident, but even so it was caused by him not watching where he was going, too busy chatting on his cell phone,” Alistair said, growing a bit bulkier in the process. “And—just as important to what I've been telling you—he didn't respond to the damage he caused, just walked right by.”
Kevin's own body began to grow, surpassing Alistair's once more and resulting in a handful of confused glances from passersby who'd witnessed the dog change before their very eyes. “Now Alistair, you can't know for sure that he purposely ignored what he did, I nearly missed it myself and I was far closer. Also it seems rather unfair to consider all accidents as malicious.”
As Kevin gestured he swelled a good couple feet more, and a short arc of electricity launched from his white-gloved paw, frying the phone of a stranger unfortunate enough to be close by. They took one look at the giant of a dog and simply ran. More and more were becoming aware of the growing duo, going out of their way to avoid them or fleeing outright. Each step seemed to make them taller and more muscular.
“I don't think all accidents are malicious,” Alistair insisted, his Converses now cracking the pavement underneath with every heavy step, lampposts shaking and car alarms going off all around. “I just feel there are some that are unavoidable, especially if you'd make the effort to be mindful of your surroundings and others. Which all leads back to people being more naturally self-absorbed now.”
His friend now stood over three stories tall, exceptionally buff and taking up the entire sidewalk, forcing Alistair to move into the street. Cars and trucks alike came to a screeching halt, their hoods and cabs crushed into scrap by his sneakers. Sturdier vehicles—like delivery trucks and buses—were instead kicked aside with equal ease, many crashing right through storefronts or barreling into parks. The avenue could barely contain Kevin and Alistair, who were both well on their way to towering over the nearby buildings, debris raining down as they sideswiped walls. Still they chatted, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Feeling cramped, Kevin shot a raw beam of energy from his mouth, demolishing a straight line of buildings to his left for blocks. The rubble flattened to dust beneath his enormous Chuck Taylors as he enjoyed some personal space once again. “You should really have more faith in people, Alistair,” Kevin said, sneakers leveling more and more buildings as they enlarged along with the golden retriever. “Sure they're not always mindful of the smaller issues around them, but I feel most become selfless in a heartbeat in times of need.”
Alistair wasn't convinced, the giant cat swatting a news helicopter that'd ventured too close out of the sky before turning to his friend. “And I feel you're giving people too much credit. Consider your average Joe.” Alistair held his gloved paw out, and a terrified, normal-sized wolf poofed into his grasp from thin air. “If he sees someone in need—say maybe a person who's lost their phone or in need of change for the bus—he's more than likely going to either ignore them or lie if confronted directly.”
Content with his demonstration, Alistair tossed the wolf right into his mouth and gulped him down. Converse-shaped craters now marked the pair's path of destruction, nothing capable of surviving their stomps intact. The buildings around them were getting taller as they approached downtown, but then again, so were they. With walking side-by-side becoming an impossibility at their immense size, Kevin and Alistair slowly branched apart to have more room, plowing through office towers and crushing parking garages beneath their sneakers as they did. They made sure to stay just close enough to continue their conversation, though, their relatively-booming voices rattling windows for blocks around.
Kevin tore a needle-thin apartment complex out of its foundations and held it out horizontal in his palms, where it magically hovered in place, drizzling rubble onto the streets below. “Plenty of people actually would help in those situations, though. I know I've let strangers borrow my phone before when they asked. And what about everyone who pursues careers for the sole sake of helping others, even at risk to themselves?” With a flick of his wrist an ambulance appeared from thin air atop the floating building, then a fire truck and a confused pile of those who'd been crewing both vehicles. “Medics, firemen, rescuers in general...I'd say their actions more than outweigh small daily slights.”
In a flash Kevin's examples plummeted to the earth, before being further stomped into nothing by his Converses. The people he'd summoned were teleported mid-fall right into his paw, though their brief reprieve ended with Kevin swallowing them whole in one go. New changes were occurring to the golden retriever's body, Kevin taking on faint reptilian traits as he rampaged through his portion of the city. His tail was longer, thicker, while his paws were beginning to more closely resemble the claws of a lizard, while still contained in white gloves. Kevin's bulkier tail allowed him to smash more buildings, cleaving them in two as he shot bolts of energy and flame from his claws. In general he was still causing the most destruction with his trusty sneakers, his powerful stomps capable of wrecking anything in his path. Alistair was undergoing a similar transformation as well.
“I'm not trying to argue that there aren't selfless individuals out there,” Alistair replied, taking a brief moment to torch a few buildings with his roaring fire breath. “I just feel like they're increasingly becoming an outlier, not the norm. They're used as an excuse to brush aside the lack of action inherent in the majority, rather than as ideals to strive towards.”
Alistair's wanderings had led him to the city's port, and the industrial facilities alongside it. After trampling a train yard and melting a container ship, the titanic cat set his sights on plant of some sorts, cluttered by soot stacks and chemical holding tanks. As he leapt into the air to crush the structure his Chuck Taylors transformed into heavy black boots. His thunderous landing obliterated the plant and everything around it, sending waves through the rest of bay that sunk docked ships and flooded areas he'd already wiped out. The moment Alistair stepped away from the plant his boots turned back into sneakers, spared from any mess his destruction could have caused.
One of Kevin's Chuck Taylors broke through the roof of a covered stadium, shaking its bleachers apart and nearly collapsing the whole structure in the process. He glanced down for a moment and gave his sneaker a good shake to remove the unwanted mess, annihilating what remained of the stadium as he did. To Kevin's relief the fabric and laces of his Converses were just as neat and tidy as ever. In celebration the gargantuan golden retriever took a short sprint—dust and collapse in his wake—jumping clear over an extensive urban park and landing on a shopping center with enough force to create a considerable crater. Of course to someone of Kevin's immense size, leaving the hole was akin to stepping onto a low curb.
Kevin turned to respond to his friend, only to realize there were a few inconvenient skyscrapers blocking his line of sight. He wasted little time stomping over to the minor irritation. A blast of energy and a swipe of the tail dealt with most of the blockage, but a few of the sturdier, earthquake-resistant towers stubbornly held together. Unfazed, Kevin simply placed a gloved-claw on either side of the two central skyscrapers and parted them like tall grass. They snapped off their foundations from the pressure, toppling into the other holdouts like steel dominoes. Now he had a good unobstructed view of Alistair, who was busy unleashing his fire breath with impunity.
“Alistair, you seem to be looking for perfection from people. I don't feel the very existence of self-centered individuals should mar your opinion of the population as a whole,” Kevin said, gesturing at the few remaining intact vehicles within range and causing them to float high in the air, orbiting the lizard-dog like satellites. “After all, it's such a complex matter. Not only do selfish people have the potential to change, but many can exhibit a wide range of responses, going out of their way to aid those in a tighter community, even if they aren't proactively assisting complete strangers.”
As Kevin made his argument he casually flicked away his floating collection, flinging the vehicles at distant buildings with expert precision. Each one found its mark with some degree of success, smashing through walls or even bringing down their targets altogether. Alistair was inspired by his friend's actions, simply teleporting potential ammunition right into his grasp in between throws and pitching them at any structure Kevin overlooked. The impromptu competition escalated quickly, with the pair utilizing increasingly larger projectiles. Eighteen wheelers, dump trucks, tug boats, and ferries...all grabbed or manifested to spread Kevin and Alistair's swathe of destruction. Eventually the duel ended in a silently agreed upon draw once Alistair chucked a cruise ship.
Little was left of the city by then, block after block flattened beyond recognition. Dozens of deep Converse imprints had wildly changed the landscape as well, serving as a vague guide of the two monsters' paths as they'd rampaged. What hadn't been utterly crushed was in shambles, some buildings inevitably collapsing just from the vibrations of stomps alone. Remnants were gradually finished off, Kevin and Alistair making a habit of smashing them beneath the weight of their massive sneakers as often as possible. They stomped and crushed and trampled till there was nothing left but themselves.
Alistair let out a sigh. “I know you probably think I'm being too cynical Kevin, but I'd say I'm just being a realist. Though I admit you've made some good points.”
“And while I don't agree with a lot you said, I can see where you're coming from,” Kevin replied.
“I still wish more people would make as much an effort to stay aware of their surroundings as we do,” Alistair said. “Anyway, should we grab something to eat now?”
Kevin accepted with a nod, and the two monsters strolled off. As they did Alistair's sneaker kicked up a dislodged boulder, sending it ricocheting off some rubble before smashing through a glass subway entrance cover that'd avoided the rampage until then. Neither friend seemed to notice.
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