Post by Desmond on Jun 20, 2019 3:08:16 GMT -6
|| Desmond's PL: 4,000 || Desmond has the Anti-Sense trait ||
It had only been mere minutes after the chaos that Chromo caused West City had subsided. Emergency services were already on the move; local heroes that had been part of ensuring evacuation were now on rescue duty in a bid to aid emergency services and make things easier. It was this city that often recovered incredibly quickly from disasters after all.
The people did their best to restore things to normal and eventually go back to their normal lives. Thankfully the worst of things for the general populace were mostly critical injuries at the moment.
As much as they may try however, some would experience greater tragedy. Because of Chromo’s rampage, two mothers were dead. Tanga and Kohlra were no more; which left Chromo and Tarch with one less caregiver and provider.
Luckily, not all was lost. Chromo’s uncle; Desmond, had survived the ordeal quite miraculously. He wasn’t without injury however. The attack he was struck with came so aggressively, almost shredding him to pieces— it only took a single moment of holding back from the one he wouldn’t think to trust that made him live in that moment. The act of kindness and concern that followed came from none other than one of Chromo’s Lessers which ended up fully ensuring Desmond’s survival.
Desmond ended up being dragged into some thick foliage outside of West City, obscured from view. Here, the giant’s latent genes began kicking into gear. The minor genes that beyond Human, Ankoku and Saiyan worked together to bolster those primary three and a cocoon began to form around Desmond; a hard dark blue carapace was soon developed with semi transparent nodes to match up with Desmond’s joints, eyes and horn. After a few minutes of nothingness these nodes pulsated a soft lime green…
For now, there was nothing but silence.