You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?
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All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!
 You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)
The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...
The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.
As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.
You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.
Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?
A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.
 As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—
[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]
Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!
To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!
As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.
But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.
They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.
Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.
WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.
Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...
But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.
They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.
A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.
This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.
OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.
Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!
Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.
Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?
OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.
The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.
At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.
The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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[Ava sighs in the dark in a way that's pretty clear confirmation on that point. And probably part of why she feels so guilty about the whole thing. Although she's notably vague on whether or not she'd liked him back. It's a... complicated issue, one she's never really worked through because that would require talking to someone about it, and this conversation with Rumlow is just about the closest she's gotten to it.]
If you want to be technical, none of us really knew what we were getting into. Natasha's last intel put Ivan in New Jersey, though we knew there was a chance he'd be there. We expected mercenaries, but Stark was trying to track the rest of the project. They thought they were still embedded, no one expected Ivan to pull them back like some personal army. And Alexei was just a civ--
[She cuts herself off, shakes her head and sighs into his chest because that's not quite right, is it? There's a pause as she tries to rephrase it.] All Alexei really remembered was being a civilian. [She shrugs her shoulders a little, but there's a slight smile as she looks up at him in the dim light. Her eyes a little brighter with the emotion, the feelings.]
Maybe you're right. But he shouldn't have had to be a martyr. I dragged him into all of that. Even his best friend told me it was my fault he was dead after they had the funeral service.
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[Her words and the sigh was rather telling that Ava and this Alexei had clearly liked each other, so much so as to enter into a suicide mission with no clear facts and no team to back them up. It was likely a testament to their own skills that they hadn't been killed along with Alexei.
And the idea that the dead kid was just another brainwashed servant to the Soviets didn't pass his notice either. Likely, like so many others, the kid had been planted and it might have actually saved everyone a lot of heartache that he had died when he did, but he wasn't about to point that out. Alexei was a sore subject.]
He wasn't a martyr; he was a soldier. And sometimes soldiers have the make the hard calls for the greater good of the mission.
[He had a feeling that Alexei would have something to say about Ava dragging the guy into much of anything. People didn't wander into those situations without having some clue how it was about to go and very few would also run around to draw fire if they didn't understand the implications of the choice.]
People in grief need to blame someone or something in order to process. They tend to lash out at the closest thing to an answer that they have. Don't take it personally because in the end, drawing fire was Alexei's choice. We can only respect those choices.
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[There's something a little bit like humor at that, a slight quirk of her lips. She doesn't even bother claiming that he hadn't had a shot with her. They'd had sex in a shitty motel in Odessa, with Ava caught between the emotions from realizing what her mother had done to her and the sinking reality of how grim the path forward was starting to look. She'd needed to feel something. Nat had been off talking to Tony about algorithms for tracking down the other quantums. It was almost inevitable, really.]
He was still an idiot.
[But her voice is a little bit softer as she says it, and it's not really a criticism or an insult. It's hard to argue with Rumlow's idea that the only real choice here is to acknowledge his sacrifice, and grant him the respect of allowing him that. Coulson had his name put on the Wall they had at the SHIELD Academy, the names of people lost in the line of duty. Alexei would have liked that, she thinks.]
Maybe you're right. He sent me a letter later, trying to apologize and saying that he didn't believe it was my fault, but that if Alexei had never left with me that day he'd still be alive. And sometimes-- I wonder if Alexei really had a choice in that.
[These are questions she doesn't usually say outloud. They're things that come to her in the dark, and keep her awake. Finding out the truth of her origins leaves her with uncomfortable feelings, and the questions she can never entirely let herself push too deep, of how much of what she felt for Alexei was her own?]
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[He might not approve of her choice of places for sex, but what he didn't know, couldn't meet his disapproval. Of course, he wasn't about to judge her either. She was an adult and could make decisions for herself, so he was only here to make certain she didn't electrocute someone apparently and to make certain she was around so he didn't freeze to death in the storm.]
No, I know I'm right. Trust me, you think I haven't lost men and women under my command over the years? The guilt will eat you alive if you don't learn to let it go. Sure, you can feel bad for the loss and grieve them, but in the end, respecting their choice is the only real honour you'll ever give their memory.
[And her wondering at his choice because of... whatever circumstances made the kid believe he only was a civilian would complicate the issue. Alexei was dead, and questioning the level of choice was just going to lead down a dark road that would detract from the kid's sacrifice. No point doing that either.]
If you always question what motivates people, you'll go mad. It makes you paranoid.
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It was a very Romanoff thing to do, she supposed.]
Yeah, they are. Idiots.
[It's a little playful, though, which if nothing else says he managed to keep her thoughts from going too deep or dark. And it's a little fond, and with that underlying understanding that sometimes she's an idiot too. So she nods, breathes, and she curls in a little bit closer.] No wonder Natasha's always so edgy, then.
[It's not quite a joke, but it's a touch of mirth, a little piece of amusement, and making an attempt at letting it go, for the moment anyway. There was truth to it, though, of course- Natasha was always questioning what motivated people. It was why she was so good at what she did. But Rumlow was right in that it came with a certain degree of paranoia.
Ava couldn't say she escaped it entirely, but she was a little bit more willing to try, anyway. Even if she understood better than just about anyone where that came from for Nat.]
You want me to take first watch?
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He snorted at her comment about Romanoff, thinking she knew better than most of them about that. Romanoff was good about appearing casual in most situations, but they always had an eye out for her since she could sniff out details with little prompting from them. It would have been a pity to have to try to kill her; he didn't think she would have the same kind of mercy as Rogers when push came to shove.]
It might have also been because she never allowed herself to build personal connections because she's been suspicious of everyone. That's not a way to live.
[He shrugged and settled down, aware that the evening was only going to get colder. There was also no point arguing on who took which watch. They would even out the time anyway, so he wasn't concerned.]
Sure, it's yours. Wake me if something shows up or the storm blows itself out.
[He nestled a little closer to be aware of any movements she might make, and he closed his eyes. When he set his mind to it, it wasn't difficult to fall asleep. He knew she would wake him after all.]