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The tuunbaq paws at an ice-cap. The wind whips up the snow, lightning flashes above illuminating the quick work it makes of the ice. Two swipes from its massive claws and the tunnel is open.

The tuunbaq crawls through. It can smell the fresh meat waiting for it on the other side of the ice.


((This is an all-purpose thread for the tuunbaq attack! Inside you'll find various jumping-off points for characters at different stages of the attack. Please jump in and respond to your heart's content, and add any additional threads and character interactions.

Happy Tuunbaq Day!))

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-18 09:44 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (guuuuuuuun)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
Mulder tsks. "You can do that without shouting," he tells him, his headache making him easily annoyed. But he still stands behind Shaun, gesturing for him to continue. "Let's go."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:38 am (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (Concerned)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
He could, but shouting just seems to get people's attention better. He nods and starts moving, banging on doors as they go through. He glances over his shoulder at Mulder. "You okay?"

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:39 am (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (haha scully)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
Mulder just flashes him a grin. Now that he's out and about, fighting alongside someone to help control the creature, he is starting to feel better. "Yeah," he laughs. "I'm not the contagious one."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 03:06 am (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (okay but)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
Shaun snorts. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm not the one bleeding then, isn't it?" They reach the end of the corridor, and Shaun does not find the amount of blood and smashed splintered wood encouraging. They've lost people. He doesn't know who yet, but he knows they have. There's too much blood.

"We need coats and we need to get up top. I'm not sure how much more good we can do down here."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 03:13 am (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (guuuuuuuun)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
"My coat is fine," he assures him. "But I'll cover you so you can get one." He doesn't hear the creature, but that doesn't mean that it's not around there.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 03:20 am (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (gonna fight a zombie moose)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
"Look at you with your fancy actual coat," Shaun mutters, but his tone is only lightly sarcastic. It's clear he's just talking to fill the space, rather than actually annoyed as he goes to grab some Terror Issue winter gear.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 12:54 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (panicked face)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
Mulder manages a small chuckle, turning his back to Shaun in the stores so he can survey the hallway. He hears a bit of a growl and his heart speeds up. "Shaun..." he warns. "I'm not sure where that came from, but it doesn't sound happy..."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:11 pm (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (are you kidding me right now)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
Shaun doesn't pause with his coat half on--if the tuunbaq turns up, he doesn't want his arms tangled in sleeves and unusable--but he does glance over his shoulder at Mulder, eyes slightly wide. "Definitely doesn't," he agrees, speeding up his efforts. If they're lucky the noise is coming from outside and they're just getting the echoes of it down here. He doesn't want to be trapped with it in close quarters.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:14 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (guuuuuuuun)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
Fortunately for them, the creature seems occupied with something else, so they are clear for the moment. "Ready for your date?" he mutters. "We'll run for the hatches. You've got the bigger weapon, so I'll open it and you can cover me."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:24 pm (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (fuck off and die)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
"Sounds like a plan," he agrees with a nod and resettles his gun so that he's properly ready if trouble comes for them. He motions for Mulder to go ahead. "Let's go."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:32 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (haha scully)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
"You know," Mulder starts, hurrying for the hatch. "It's not the size of the weapon. It's how you use it." Once the reach it, he starts to fumble with it, pulling on his gloves so he can keep his fingers.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:39 pm (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (laughing)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
Shaun snickers. No matter how tense the situation, dick jokes are basically always funny. "Hey, I'm not the one worried about the size of our weapons, man." He keeps his eyes on their surroundings, just in case they are about to get ambushed. The creature is clearly smart, the way it's running this attack.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:43 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (Best friends)
From: [personal profile] spookylikeafox
Mulder grins, finally throwing the hatch open. "Who says I'm worried?" he asks before disappearing into the ice and snow.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-19 01:55 pm (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (this is a great plan!)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
Shaun laughs again and follows, a little grateful for the banter. Given what they'd passed on their way up through--there's probably not going to be a lot to laugh about for a while.

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