❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE -- the overflow.

[natha]

THE PROLOGUE     Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real. What is it, Sael? —Is everyone asleep?! Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...? N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online! ... I don't know what to do... I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions— ... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing? Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now. Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees. The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong. You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head. Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us. —Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate. There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds. The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune. Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you. Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st. THE DESCENT     FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that. Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive. It’s not always easy being first. SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come. At least you’ll have help in getting settled. THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required. “Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all. FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you? FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself. Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith. FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you. Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax. You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this! Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night... I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower? Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS     All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out. A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter? B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm! C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure. FINAL OOC NOTE     This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 3 Will be up on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. We will not provide an additional CAPTCHA for this overflow. Players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals in the event this overflow gets close to CAPTCHA. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes. Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST. 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for Chuuya

[gekkajuu]

(cont. from here)

[It's funny, because honestly? Atsushi had decided to do the same exact thing. Okay, not so much the "grand" part, but he'd been determined to keep going, to help people the best he could, and to make sure there was a place, no matter how small, for the Agency members to return to. Atsushi would continue the good work in their absence, and -... Well, he wasn't expecting to get very far - but he had a purpose, at least!

Then, why would seeing Chuuya suddenly change everything? Maybe it's just because, if old alliances return, Atsushi knows he won't be able to hold the fort by himself. His odds of succeeding as a sorta-kinda representative of the ADA were already small, but determination (and very low goals) would have seen him through. Now that there's even one former enemy here, though? Atsushi has no confidence at all that he'll succeed. It makes him feel much lonelier and weaker than he did before.

But he can't just accept that. Especially if a former mafia is managing just fine, Atsushi has to keep going, too.]

... What a coincidence. So am I.

[Deflating a little with those words (though still fairly grumpy), he crouches next to the tent-to-be, and tries to make sense of what goes where, laying out the pieces.

Yes, he's going to help. No, he's not going to point that out. Part of him just wants to get it over with, but it feels important to do all the same, even if it's for a former enemy - no, because of it, probably. If Atsushi is really going to let go of the past, this is the best way he knows how.]

this is late and you can drop it if you want to

[vacuum]

[ He thought the conversation was done. They were no longer enemies, but that didn't make them friends; he had no reason to be civil to the brat. With nothing left to say, Chuuya was prepared to finish up his task (or attempt to; he's never had a reason to go camping before and doesn't know the first thing about it). He doesn't expect the younger boy to try and pick up where he left off, squatting besides him and laying out the rods and other bolts and pieces. ]

... What are you doing? [ There's some incredulity in Chuuya's tone as he questions. He has a feeling Atsushi is doing all this because he intends to help, but the boy also shouldn't have any practical reason to. Chuuya's never done anything for him in the past. There's no guarantee there's anything to be gained out of the act, especially since Atsushi didn't know what kind of person Chuuya is yet. ]

neverrr but we can round it off quickly enough if you prefer

[gekkajuu]

I would have thought that was obvious.

[Atsushi is definitely not looking up at Nakahara as he says it, in part because he's busy sorting out tent pieces, but mostly because he's not sure he dares to meet Nakahara's eyes. Atsushi has decided to do this, so he wants to do it: he doesn't want fear or annoyance (or even common sense) to change his mind.]

I came here to help, so I'm helping.

[Not that he's an expert (which may be painfully obvious), but he sure is trying his hardest. Maybe stubbornness will see him through.]

[vacuum]

[ That wasn't what he meant with that question, though. It's obvious to him what Atsushi's trying to do; Chuuya isn't an idiot. He decides to follow up with another question then, halting his own tent-making works to glance up at the boy in questioning. ]

Okay. Why ...? [ Whether they are still enemies or not here is up for debate, but they definitely aren't friends. Chuuya's natural tone of voice might sound stern, perhaps even intimidating to those who know a bout the deeds he's accomplished, but he doesn't mean any malice. He's just trying to figure out just what's happening right now. ] If you're looking for a reward, you're not going to get one. I have nothing to give you.

[ It's not a lie. He has nothing to his name right now. ]

[gekkajuu]

I'm not expecting a reward.

[And maybe that makes this dumb and halfway suicidal, but Atsushi is determined to live his life right, and ending up on this planet hasn't changed that. If anything, he's choosing to see it as a second chance to Do Right and Not Mess Up.]

We're all in the same position, aren't we? We've all been taken from our worlds, removed from most of the people important to us, and put on this planet. Helping each other where we can only makes sense.

[vacuum]

[ He hates agreeing with someone from the ADA, but what Atsushi says does make sense to him. That would be true if they were strangers, but, even if they have never formally met, they do have a history together. Or, it would be more right to say that their organisations do. ]

And you're fine with the fact that I'm from the organisation that tried to capture you and kill your friends?

[ Chuuya doesn't believe it. He doesn't come from a world where such deeds can be so easily forgiven. If someone were to do that to one of his own, revenge would be the first thing on his mind; he would never help ... one of their comrades. He's questioning Atsushi to better understand him, because this has to be a farce. ]

[gekkajuu]

You were the one who said there was no reason to fight each other.

[Which admittedly isn't quite the same thing as not holding a grudge, but it's close enough that Atsushi feels he can use it as an excuse.]

Neither of our organizations exists anymore. The only place we have now is this group of people we've landed with.

[And that goes for both of them, as far as he's concerned. Atsushi is not above cooperation at the worst of times, having been the very person to suggest working with the Port Mafia against the Guild. And this... is a fresh start. If he still held a grudge back then, he sees no reason to do so anymore.

He stops his work, then, eyes remaining focused on his clenching hands for a moment before he forces himself to look up at Chuuya, meeting the mafia's gaze head-on. There's no fear in his eyes at all, only determination.]

If my friends wake up, and you try to hurt them again... that will be a completely different story.

[For all that he's convinced Chuuya could kill him fairly easily, Atsushi doesn't let that keep him from uttering that simple threat. This is a fresh start, and he's more than willing to leave the past behind them. But nobody gets away with hurting his friends.]