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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Mipha | Legend of Zelda
[Alright well fuck this. While this is still a much better welcome than most of the refugees have gotten the past couple of times, of course something ha to go wrong. Mipha supposes it could be worse, though she's not entirely pleased to go from feeling like she's out in the middle of the desert to feeling like she's in the middle of a snowstorm the next second.
A sudden surge of wind has her toppling over, possibly right into someone before she slams the points of her trident into the ground to anchor her and possibly whoever she ran into]
My apologies. This weather is-- A tad abnormal. [A tad?? She suddenly winces as hail begins to fall]
I think it'd be best if we hurried along to shelter. Are you alright?
[Memmoorrieess all alone in the mooonliiigghtt. AKA The memory share prompt. Warning for BOTW Spoilers if you're still avoiding those]
[The first memory that pops up isn't actually a bad one. In fact, it's quite sweet and cute! Just Mipha healing Link and talking shyly about a potential future together, once things have quieted down.
Perhaps you're lucky and that's the only memory you see! Or perhaps you linger too long and move around and the next one comes. And the memory that comes after is... Decidedly not as nice. (Warning for death!) Definitely no happy endings there.
Mipha herself, the real one, manages to look like her composure is all under wraps though, calmly folding her hands in front of her, chin lifted bravely, and expression calm.] I'm sorry you had to see that. [And then she pauses, uncertain of what to say next.] ...Shall we try to find a way out?
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Memories
No big deal. I’ve seen worse.
[It’s not a lie.]
I’m not the one who just saw themselves die, though. How are you holding up?
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[Mipha smiles sadly and shrugs, looking back at him. It DOES bother her a little to have seen it all again, but not to the extent she'd let it really effect her] I'm sorry that your own experiences dulled you to it, though... I can't say I'm not glad it hasn't frightened you either. [She bows her head politely] My name is Mipha.
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[Chuuya shrugs. His life has been an odd one, but there’s nothing he can look back on and say that he truly regrets. Joining the Mafia doesn’t make for a soft, comfy life, after all.]
No big deal.
[Chuuya bows in turn. He’s polite when he needs to be.]
Chuuya Nakahara.
[Then it dawns on him. Why it took so long with the resemblance, he doesn’t know.]
Sidon mentioned you.
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It's the mention of Sidon that has her composure breaking briefly, her eyes going wide in surprise and then softening with a laugh.] Did he? [That's right, Sidon was awake now. She feels a swell of pride and joy at this and smiles brightly]
I suppose I'm not surprised. [He sure did like to talk about her.] I hope he didn't cause you too much trouble? He can be very enthusiastic at times.
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[There’s something oddly charming about these Zora, and Mipha is actually pretty goddamn adorable. Chuuya can’t help but smile just a tiny bit at the obvious fondness she has for her brother.
Ahem. Anyway.]
Well. Guess we should find a way out of here.
[Chuuya honestly has no idea how to break this illusion; but these are Mipha’s memories, so shouldn’t she be the one that needs to break it? Chuuya will help if he can, but that only makes sense.]
I wonder how many others are trapped like this.
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Even if not. She'll be quite a bit larger overall than the person she got knocked into, who - taken by surprise in a way that becomes distressingly common with every passing moment - stumbles forward into a front-first skid across the ground.
Lovely.
Krile grimaces as she picks herself back up, careful, as the wind has not died down so much as someone here serves as a curtain against it. When the hail starts, she fights with all her being not to roll her eyes and mutter all her worst thoughts.]
Fine. Perfectly fine. [A little dirtied and Not Amused but she can brush all the grass from her cloak once the hail goes away and her hands are free of trying to protect herself from it.] It isn't as though you wanted to knock me down. Is it?
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Still, she IS taller than Krile, and will feel absolutely terrible over knocking her over] Of course not! [Perish the thought!] I deeply apologize. If you're injured, allow me to heal you once we get to safety.
[Mipha winces at the hail impact, looking around until she spots what appears to be a little makeshift shelter, probably just to be used as a brief resting area for weary travelers. It's not terribly well-fortified and won't stop all the hail or anything, but it's better than nothing.] There! I believe we can make it!
[Mipha's not going to be rude and offer to carry Krile or anything, but she does gesture for her to go ahead] I'll try to block the wind as best I can to keep form knocking us over again.
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That won't be necessary. I can heal myself if it comes to that. [But she doesn't think she's hurt. Perhaps a bruise or two.] I know it's a bit of a long shot, but you wouldn't happen to know someone called Mipha, would you?
[While they both hurry toward that makeshift shelter. That's the perfect time for out of the blue questions. When isn't it the perfect time?
And she would appreciate not being carried, if she knew.]
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I-- yes. [A simplified answer, but she waits until they've ducked under the awning of the shelter area--it's a smallish space, with a sort of makeshift table and chairs meant clearly just as a brief respite and not made entirely for long, comfortable stays--before she continues.] I am Mipha.
[Mipha tilts her head, curious] Why do you ask?
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While I was still in the station, I chanced to meet someone who looks a great deal like you; my presumption that he is one of your kind appears to be correct. He was looking for a woman named Mipha. His sister.
[Can that be construed as doing her part?]
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MEMORIIIIES
[He's trying very, very hard not to let on that he's experiencing some pretty weird feelings right now, seeing her together with Link. It's not like he didn't know how she felt about him. And these feelings... he has no right to be feeling them anyway.]
[But hey, demons are possessive, news at 11.]
...my, I wonder just how long these little memory snippets will be sticking around.
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She never thought she'd see Hyrule again, or see the Zora Domain so close. While the memory is a bittersweet one, she's still more distracted by the scenery right now. Her hand reaches out to tug on Mephisto's sleeve, pointing out towards the glimmering little oasis that was the Zora Domain in the distance, but close enough to make out distinct structures]
That's my home, over there. I never thought I'd see it again or get the chance to show you any of this...
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[But his attention is quickly pulled away as she tugs upon his sleeve, looking out over at the glittering city in the distance.]
...it's a beautiful homeland. [Hmm.] Do you suppose if we travel too far from this, we'll disrupt the memory too much for it to remain stable?
[Teleporting might be too risky, but if they just flew there... maybe she could see it up close?]
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her fingers tighten their grip on his sleeve, equal parts thrilled and terrified at the idea.] I... I'm not sure. I don't believe so. It's still a part of my memories, after all. [She doesn't want to get her hopes up, really. She doesn't want to set herself up for disappointment but she turns to Mephisto with wide, hopeful eyes anyhow]
We can try, can't we? I mean... It would be worth it, I think. [A pause.] ...Can we try?
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[With little fanfare, he reaches down and scoops Mipha up into his arms -- effortlessly as always, though uh. As he stands at the edge of the platform, it might seem like he's about to just yolo off the edge with her??]
But you know, I've been waiting for the right opportunity to show you something myself. And this looks like the perfect opportunity... [Holding out one of his hands, he snaps his fingers -- and in a poof, an old pink umbrella with candy and sweets designs on it appears in his hand.]
...to show you an old friend of mine that's finally returned to me. [And with a little count of eins, zwei, drei, the umbrella pops open... turning into a small bat-like creature with large button-like eyes and bright green teeth. Its "tail" becomes the handle that Mephisto keeps a hold of, and as the bat stretches out its long wings, it looks down at Mipha and chirps at her.]
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And then suddenly, they're transported to a massive and overly extravagant office. It's easy to guess whose office it may be, considering that Mephisto's at his desk. Shura remembers this, the way she's poking at the holes in her sword. This isn't a bad memory, but considering her present company, Shura doesn't think it wise to linger. It might make things complicated, and seriously, she doesn't want to deal with that.
Shura speaks over Mephisto as he offers to find a new demon for her to contract with, moving towards the doorway.]
Ugh, seriously? C'mon, let's find a way out. No way this is real.
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It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is some kind of illusion, and Mipha's smart enough to know this isn't something just made up and throwing people they might know together. So she doesn't follow after the real-Shura, instead opting to move closer to Mephisto and his desk.]
...You know Mephisto? [She'll use that name then, since it appears they were working together and it's the name she was told that, if people know it, they likely know his true identity as a demon. So she'll try and see if Shura knows him by that name first as well]
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Though she just called him Mephisto? Then was his little game up?]
Yeah, you could say that.
["And handle my demotion," she hears herself say, and she rolls her eyes.]
Tch. Guy didn't even bother handlin' that like he said he would.
[She rattles the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. Well, crap. Was she going to have to try and kick the door down? No way she could do that on her own.]
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You work for him? ...Worked? [Past tense? Maybe??]
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Yeah, he was my boss, somethin' like that.
[Not her direct supervisor, but close enough. It'd be too annoying to have to explain the hierarchy of the Order and where she had fallen in it.]
A pain the hind end, that's what he was. Still is.
[The toys on his desk are the only indication of his true otaku nature; the rest of the office is tasteful in spite of its ostentatious decor. But the mood of the memory sinks as Hachiro is mentioned.]
You that interested in this? It ain't that fasincatin'.
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percy looks over at her, sidelong, and grins. ]
Seems like you really like this guy. You didn't mention that part when we went up to see everyone in stasis.
[ he. he might ship it now. or at least definitely enough to gently tease mipha. ]
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Well, this was... It was quite a long time ago. I'm afraid it wasn't exactly, um, meant to be. [Unfortunately. She looks sheepish though more than sad]
...But I did like him very much. I think a part of me always will. [She laughs a little] When we first met he was only about 4 years old and already able to beat grown men in sword fights. I often was healing him from training or exploring and he was so delighted to see magic every time. It was adorable.
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[ TBH YOU'RE CUTE, MIPHA. what kind of a jerk wouldn't pick you!! ]
So the, uh -- the Highlights [ wait no. ] Hylians, they didn't have magic?
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Not typically, no. They're capable of it, and there have been instances of powerful magicians among them, but it's rare. The Princess... [Mipha pauses a moment as if to debate how much to say before realizing it's not like it was a secret in their world anyhow--yada yada prophecy etc--so she continues]
The princess of Hyrule is capable of extremely powerful magic, for example. Her bloodline is sacred, the blood of the goddess Hylia, so she's able to do amazing things once she awakens it. [Another pause and she adds, a bit sheepishly] I'm trying to keep the topic light, but I'm afraid there's quite a lot of pain interwoven through all of this as well. I may be hedging things a little for your sake. [It's an angst that fits over everything like a second skin and she's more than used to it but others might not be so much.]
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