❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[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 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. 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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Majima Goro | third wave

[hannya]

I. DESCENT

[Majima has spent half of his time outside his pod evading the more enthusiastic healers. He's had worse, he repeats to himself. It thrums in his skull any moment the pain in his shins from the landing flares up, or when his hands sting from shoveling aside earth and wrenching open the newest pods to fall.

It hurts like a bitch, but goddammit, he's had worse, and some alien invasion bullshit isn't going to stop him from finding out if the space station made it. As long as the people he knows hang in the balance, he'll do whatever the Orbiters say-- as much as it might grate him.

Not that he could have brought himself to stand by in the middle of all this. He can't patch people up, he sure as hell can't snatch a pod out of the sky, but if he could keep some people from dying for no reason, he might be able to sleep once this is all over. Not likely, but worth a shot.

A shot is all he needs to dart around the plain like a gazelle in a tuxedo, ready to help, whether the new refugees are or not.]

II. - RESPITE

[Thankful as he is to be able to hear himself think again once the pods stop falling, Majima can't sit still for long. Without more news from the orbiters, his mind isn't much quieter than a minefield. He wanders away from the campfires that have popped up in cleaned out craters, and finds a higher hill on the plain. The rabble from camps carries up and echoes out past him, and it strikes an odd chord with him. Majima can't think of the last time he had this much space to move around, if ever. Tokyo and Osaka didn't even have parks with this much of an expanse.

In the distance, some lights dotted the night horizon. Towns? Even farther cities? He had no idea, and the lack of familiarity finally hits home and jars him. Majima pats down his dirty suit and digs out one of the few remaining cigarettes he'd been hoarding that survived the fall. He can only hope his lighter doesn't violate the prime directive, or whatever the hell act they were supposed to put on for the natives. He lights up and takes a deep drag that feels like the first in years.]

This is so fucked.

III. WILDCARD

Respite;

[ghettobatman]

[Despite everything, Matt can't help but chuckle at that. The tobacco is suffocating to his finely tuned supersenses, but that's the least of his concern right now. It's been a difficult descent and a painful day, and as Matt finally takes a moment to himself to catch a breath, he hears Majima speak and can't help a little dry but genuine mirth]

You can say that again.

[A beat]

At least they managed to protect the other pods.

[hannya]

[Majima only just stops himself from jumping out of his skin when Matt shows up behind him. His nerves are still wound like coils, not quite shot, but getting there. He scoffs at his own skittish reaction and turns to look at his new company. Majima came up here to avoid that, but the guy looks harmless enough, and he's not about to burn bridges with the people he's stuck on a new planet with.

So, so, fucked.]

So they say. Some proof would be nice.

[He's definitely not going to stop worrying about it until they get some.]

[ghettobatman]

[Gosh, Majima, what a silly reaction, what could a blind man possibly do to hurt you? He's absolutely harmless, definitely. If Matt notices the semi-start he gave the other man, he doesn't comment on it]

I agree. [As much as he'd like to hope for the best] I'm not sure they're in a position to provide it right now, though.

[still, better him down here than Karen or Foggy or Claire. He can't say as much for the rest of the people here]

Matt Murdock, [He offers, by way of greeting. It's the least he can do, after he creeped in out of nowhere]

[hannya]

[Majima frowns and looks up at the sky, starrier than he's ever seen it. There's no trace of whatever the hell is going on at the space station, but the moon still hangs high above the treeline. Hopefully that counts for something. He sighs out smoke and takes better stock of the guy in front of him. Majima almost laughs, albeit humorlessly, when he realizes he's blind. The universe seems to like sticking him with people who are worse off than him.]

Majima.

[It gets under his skin how easily the Western name hit his ears. He doesn't mind avoiding the language barrier, but he isn't sure he likes how the Orbiters might have gotten them all there.]

Guess you missed most of the action, huh?

[ghettobatman]

[Maybe Matt's his next love interest]

[He's got similar concerns about the state of the space station and the sleeping people in pods -- but even Matt's senses can't tell him what's going on in the sky. Still, he needs to expend his energy on keeping in action, finding where they're supposed to go, protecting the people here. What else can he do?]

I'd say nice to meet you, Majima, but the circumstances aren't ideal.

[He chuckles a little, himself] Oh, I had plenty action. Getting ejected by pod and crash landing isn't all it's cracked up to be. And I'm guessing you've had even worse luck than I have.

[hannya]

[that depends entirely on how hard they can kick each other's asses tbh]

[Majima scoffs and snuffs out his cigarette on the heel of his shoe. This isn't a national park, but something still feels off about just tossing it into the grass.]

Like I said. Fucked. [He doesn't like mincing words. Majima heaves a frustrated sigh.] You think they could've given us a little more warning. [Not that the Orbiters were anticipating an attack, he'd hope-- but some would be better than none.

Still, he waves off Matt's concerns, and instantly lowers his arm when he realizes how stupid that is.]

I've had worse. [His heartbeat doesn't change at all. Whether it's because it's true or because that's what he just kept telling himself is unclear. He laughs just airily enough to sound forced.] Nobody died on my watch, anyway.

[ghettobatman]

You'd think, with the technology they have, they could have given us a better landing. [again -- he'd prefer the sleeping people take precedence, but it's a little too much.]

[He can appreciate Majima getting straight the heart of the matter, chuckling once or twice at his (their shared, honestly) complaints without any real humor.]

[Majima's just saying what they're all thinking, honestly]

Yeah? [To the "I've had worse"] Well, I can't say I've ever found myself ejected out of a pod onto a different planet. I don't know if that's worse or better than my experiences in Hell's Kitchen.

[He's being facetious; of course he's had worse] Good to hear. I can't say I was much help getting other people to safety. [he says, lying....]

[hannya]

[Majima frowns at that idea. He hadn't even thought of it, too caught up in making sure he didn't get crushed by debris. Even a couple goddamn parachutes probably would've been better than having people catch them.

So when Matt puts it that way, it does sound a lot worse. Majima scratches his head and gives an exasperated sigh.]

Maybe "different" is a better word. Hell if I know anymore. [Majima abruptly plops himself down onto the grass. It's cooler than he expected, but he's been on his feet all day.] I'm just glad I didn't have to go playin' catch. We both lucked out there.

[He looks up at Matt as he scans his memory for why the name Hell's Kitchen sounds familiar.]

That's New York, right? [He scoffs.] Who knows, maybe we're actually from the same dimension.