❪ event ❫ a moment in eternity

[natha]

TO THERE AND BACK     It has been a month of chills uncharacteristic of what you might remember as summer — cold days and even colder nights. The days are short and the nights feel eternal. With the recent disruption of the network and no sign of a resolution for the world outside of Nadril, one has to wonder what the future holds for El Nysa. What of Olympia, Wyver, and their residents? The animals you cared for - are they destined to remain as frozen as wretched Ysverai forever? What will become of the sleeping ones in Thesa when there is nowhere else to go but this icy city? Yet not all hope is lost just yet. The woman that appeared at the start of the network errors finally shows up again in another network post. Greetings to you all. I apologize for my abrupt appearance and departure before… My name is Nurray, and I am the closest thing to a monarch that you will find here in Nadril. Magda is... indisposed, so I am here to speak to you in his place. First and foremost, you will notice that your network devices are fully functional once more. Should you experience any further issues, please report them to me immediately so that it can be taken care of. Secondly… Investigating the strange frequency interference we've been experiencing has brought some troubling data to light. The passage of time outside of this colony has been halted, of course, but the hold seems... unstable. Whatever it is that Darma has done to contain the calamity, I doubt that it will last for long. Time is an unpredictable force, and attempting to control it can only have adverse effects on the world. You could stay here if you so chose, outside the reach of that magic... but to do that would be to abandon the rest of this planet to an unenviable fate. ...ah, but there is no need to take my word for it. You can see the effects for yourselves, if you wish — merely look outside. "Seeing is believing"... isn’t that the phrase? Nurray has a point: refugees have not been given a chance to see the outside. The frequent snowstorm barrier of Nadril has made it impossible to see what it's like beyond the colony. Soon after the network post, as though the snow has been "turned off," clouds will clear. With the barrier created by the snow gone, the red sun shines brightly upon the dreary city with its warmth. You can see a purple haze on the south horizon, a indication that Yservai wasn’t all just a dream. He's still there, so far away, yet so close anyway. Near the entrance, a mound of snow melts, revealing steps leading towards the underground. It seems to be a part of the subway station you might have found earlier during your exploration of the colony — this time, the station has been powered on. Two trains lie in wait — their destinations read: Olympia and Wyver. — El Nysa is waiting. FREEZE FRAME     The technology found in the subway station of Nadril is truly out of this world. The combined efforts of Natha technology and alien minds have truly created state-of-the-art transportation never before seen by the typical Nysan. It takes no longer than one hour for the intercoms to announce their arrival to the outskirts of the Dranbu Kingdom — though, even with the platform available, the train never stops; it instead continues for another half hour for it to reach the North Gate of the Olympian Empire, where it sits until it's time to return to the tundra. All in all, it takes a mere hour and a half for this high-speed subway travel from Nadril to Olympia. The second train does make a quick stop at the Olympian Station, but it will be another painless hour and a half until it reaches the jungle of the Wyver Kingdom. Because Wyver is its own island, connected only by a bridge, you might notice that a small part of the travel was underwater. The trip takes only a total of three hours, but there's plenty of time for sightseeing. After all, isn't that the whole point of this trip? BE STILL MY HEART. Leaving the train, you are immediately hit with the still, warm air of the underground. It's hot, much different from the winter of the north, but perhaps a welcome change. The station is old, but it still has a fairly new smell to it, and not just because it's been unused for so long. It feels out of place compared to the rest of this world, and this is especially true when you reach the surface. The entrance was hidden under the earth right near the North Gate. Upon leaving the station, you're immediately hit with the familiar wretched smell and atmosphere of the undead. Even if you're new, you won’tt be able to miss Ysverai, the risen Great Dragon. You see this massive creature on the horizon, mouth wide and ready to blast El Nysa into nothing. Yet he remains still — as are all the terrified residents of Olympia. You've only seen this on the monitors of Thesa Station, and now you're able to experience first-hand how utterly quiet and still the world is now. The native Olympians are all over — you see most of them running away from the Great Dragon. Others equipped their armors and rode their steeds straight toward the danger in hopes of protecting their Empire. And the civilians, having lost all hope, are huddled together — at least they would have been able to spend their final moments with loved ones. Up on Thesa Station, you felt dread when you'd observed Ysverai for too long — this remains true here. That dread reaches your heart and clutches it. You feel his pain and suffering, and for those too in tune with emotions, it may be too much for you to be near him. Best to steer clear from him, or perhaps return to the underground. There is much more to be seen, after all. PRAYING WITH FIRE. Another hour and a half south on the subway, and you'll reach the Wyver Station. It's far warmer here in the station this further south, but Ysverai's dread doesn't reach here. On the surface, you are instead immediately hit with the overwhelming humidity of the jungle. With summer in full swing, the layers you've brought with you from Nadril become a burden. In Wyver, the mood is far different. The Great Dragon Yservai was once a being that was respected and worshipped by the Wyver people — not to mention that the one responsible is none other than Prince Raysc — thus his revival is met with somber resilience. Most of Wyver natives, instead of running away, had gathered around fires in prayer. Trained dragons that were unaffected by Ysverai's influence bow by their master's sides in acceptance of what they feel in their heart is to come with the Great Dragon's final blow. You may even spot your own dragon, eyes beamed up toward Thesa, like it knows you were up there at the moment time stood still. It's hard to imagine where one can go from here. You might start thinking about clean-up efforts, how to achieve proper burials for the fallen ones... but with time frozen, you will find that you cannot actually move anything or anyone. It will be dusk, as Thesa's shines across the skies, when storm cloud gather before Thesa's light. And from the clouds is a familiar figure — Once again, she has descended. TIME & TIME AGAIN     Darma is glowing as bright as the naked eye can perceive. Her massive, true form floats before the world she's built from dust. Is this world salvageable in your eyes, Refugee? We held time in hopes that we fould find a way to dissolve this Ysverai back to the ashes from which he was reanimated. Unfortunately, we continue to be unseeing, thus uncertain of the future... after all, our powers are near depleted. Nurray was correct, Refugee, in that I cannot hold time for much longer. There is... another way, however. It is not ideal by any means, but we shall do what we must to keep Ysverai frozen. As for us... we have expended far too much of our energy — Refugee, I am too aware of the misfortunes you've experienced in your time here. I have failed in my promise to provide better living... perhaps, with more time, I may yet see a better future. Until then, I leave Thesa, our hearts, in your hands. Farewell, Refugee. Her brightness dims as she says her final words — at the same time, raises her arms, palms wide, then closes her hands into a fist. In that instant, time is resumed. It's slow at first, as though time is trying to catch up with reality. It takes a several moments until the slow-motion picture before them reaches normalcy. Darma turns her attention to Yservai, whose motion is also returning, but not for long. In her true form, they are comparable in size; Darma's glow continues to dim as she draws closer to the Great Dragon, and then she coils herself around him, holding him still before assimilating into the wretched creature. By the end of it, time has completely returned to normal, and all residents were able to witness the Natha holding time still for Ysverai — The process turns the Great Dragon, as well as Darma, into stone. HIT PLAY TO REPLAY     Darma has resumed time, and Ysverai is no longer a threat. However, it comes with a hefty price for the Natha. The massive, stone statue of Darma embracing Ysverai looms in the valley between the cities of Olympia and Wyver. It's no doubt an intimidating addition to the world, but there is some peace in knowing it's all over. When civilians finally come to, they can't help but look upon the statue in awe — and their respective cities. It's much to take in all at once. Much destruction has been wrought— buildings lay in ruin, and of the citizens still alive, many look to be in poor physical condition. 1. I. The Sanctuary has sustained much damage, and with the high demand of medical care, cannot serve as the central healing place for those in need. Instead, it is up to individual citizens to find resources and establish places of care. Those with a medical inclination or healing powers may set up medical tents, or work out of their homes. Not everything has been destroyed, and it is still possible to obtain supplies from the market or request them from The Sanctuary. There is also, unfortunately, the tragic task of transporting corpses to graveyards and giving fallen citizens a proper burial. The Temples thank you for your service. II. In order to have a functioning city again, buildings and facilities must be repaired and rebuilt. It's possible your own home was demolished in the battle. With so many important buildings needing to be repaired, city officials are too overwhelmed with the coordination of such tasks to double-check that buildings are restored to their original form. What's more, they seem to encourage design innovation, believing that a new, fresh look to the city will revitalize people's morale. Now is the time to put your own unique flair on the interior or exterior of Olympia's infrastructure. Even parts of the Palace need repair. Time has resumed, yes, but the magic that Darma employs isn't flawless. As powerful of an entity as she may be, to tamper with time is difficult. Some would say it defies the laws of nature. Nature seems to agree, and in the next few weeks, El Nysa will be facing a few hiccups as it finds its equilibrium once more and citizens try to return to normalcy. Strangely enough, El Nysa natives are not disturbed by the occurrence of these events. III. Characters may find that they occasionally (or frequently) suffer from lapses in memory. These difficulties with memory may range from light to severe, although they are thankfully not permanent. Within the span of a few minutes to a few hours, difficulties in remembering people and events are resolved. That isn't to say a similar problem won’t happen again tomorrow… IV. Is it just you, or is your housemate looking a bit old lately? No, it isn't just stress making some citizens appear older. For a short amount of time, some characters may find themselves advancing or regressing in age, both physically and mentally. This particular kind of time hiccup is rare and may be particularly disturbing to the affected person’s friends. Thankfully, there have been no cases of this effect lasting more than an hour. V. At times, it seems as though objects and people in El Nysa will feel a bit out of place. These are beings and things that belong to what some may call "alternate universes." Their presence is transient, and some will only appear for a few instances before returning to their rightful existence. The ones that linger a bit longer, however, may make your day more interesting. Before you stands a pet just like yours, except it talks...? Perhaps you'll meet another version of yourself, a more bloodthirsty version of yourself. Or maybe you'll run into a version of your friend that really enjoys your company. The possibilities are truly endless, and potentially mortifying. VI. Towards the end of the month, the frequency of the aforementioned disturbances will decrease. Following this will be an increase in a different sort of disturbance: one that will either make literal seconds seem like an eternity, or force you to move and talk at a speed you never thought possible. It's as though some higher entity is pressing the fast forward or slow down button on life, and considering your mind works at the same pace as normal, the phenomenon is as frustrating as it sounds. Hope you weren't planning to be on time for anything, because it might be awhile before the universe allows you to take that next step. But these phenomena does draw to a close — and with it, you may wonder what will happen now to those sleeping ones in Thesa now that Darma has turned to stone. After all, it will be near the time of which more refugees should wake... Repairs to Thesa Station should remain ongoing so long as parts can be salvaged from Nadril, at least. And with speed travel via subway possible, it should make travel far easier than ever before. Even with Darma gone, you will have to move forward. There is still much to be done. FINAL OOC NOTES     You may acquire REP for Nadril, and either Olympia or Wyver in this log. An AC-eligible thread for ONE (1) NADRIL REP POINT may be submitted HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. A second AC-eligible thread for 1 REP for either Olympia OR Wyver may be submitted HERE OR HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[thetaintedsorrow]

[He won’t lie and say he’s completely over it, but...well. He really hadn’t expected an apology, either, and he’s still trying to work through his own feelings about what happened. Ultimately everything had turned out fine, but he’ll never forget the moment he took Apollo’s life with his own hands...

GOOD THING THAT TEASING IS ENOUGH TO GET HIM TO STOP DWELLING ON SAD SHIT.]

Who the hell said anything about lovers?!?

[JUST. THIS FACE.]

Partners as in fighting together!! The bastard’s ability could nullify any other ability, so it just made sense!!

[HUFF HUFF.]

That’s all it was.

[meinwaifu]

Fufu, I see one of us is still capable of lying.

[Yeah, he's not buying that's that all it was for even a second.]

But I was wondering when he would come up. I surmised that you must have been partnered with someone bearing such an ability ever since you mentioned it when explaining corruption. There's no other reason you would know how it works otherwise, after all.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Fine. We fucked. More than once. Happy?

[Chuuya’s first crush, first time, and first love all in one. No wonder he was so upset when Dazai left.]

I would’ve died if he hadn’t brought me out of Corruption, but talking about the bastard still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[At least Chuuya isn’t going off on a tangent. Yet.]

Not like it matters. I did just fine without him. I was living the high life before the storm hit.

[meinwaifu]

Amused, more than anything.

[HE KNEW IT]

[But wow Chuuya, if ur gonna lie, try being at least a little less obvious about it. It's so obvious, it doesn't even seem worth it, calling him out about it.]

Just what was this young man like? I imagine he must have been quite the character, to have earned your ire for so long.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Didn’t I just say the asshole leaves a bad taste in my mouth??

[AND YET...]

A smart, smug, manipulative jackass with a suicide fetish and a big fucking mouth that loved to spew unfunny short jokes at all hours of the day.

[L-lol...]

The only reason I didn’t kill him was because the boss wanted him alive.

[meinwaifu]

...you do realize, "suicide fetish" aside, that you just described me?

[HELP IT'S TOO FUNNY]

1/2

[thetaintedsorrow]

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[thetaintedsorrow]

[Shit.

He has a TYPE.]

That’s not something to be proud of...!!

1/2

[meinwaifu]

[BRB CACKLING]

Well, well! No wonder you were so drawn to me when we met! I had no idea how deep that control fetish of yours went!

[meinwaifu]

[AHEM okay that's enough shaming Chuuya. For now.]

Now, if you'll allow me to make a wild guess-- this man wouldn't happen to be named Osamu Dazai, would he?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Control fetish my ass.

[He just enjoys being someone’s pet, apparently...

His eyes widen considerably at the mention of Dazai’s name.]

How did you know?

[meinwaifu]

Oh, I have my ways... but we're not acquainted, if that's what you're wondering.

[And unless Chuuya insists, Mephisto will be happy to keep it vague. He doesn't think Chuuya would be the type to have an existential crisis about it, but he still tends to refrain from busting down that fourth wall unless pressed.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...right.

[He won’t press or ask how or why Mephisto knows the name, even if he is a bit curious about it. Mostly because talking about Dazai is putting him in a sour, almost depressed mood.]

There. Now you know all the dirty little secrets about my past.

[He crosses his arms with a huff.]

And I still don’t know all that much about yours.

[meinwaifu]

[...]

Then ask me whatever you'd like. I'd say we've grown close enough that there's nothing I would be inclined to hide from you anymore.

You've earned that much of my trust, after all.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Trust, huh?

...that..actually means a lot to Chuuya. Trust has always been of utmost importance to him, after all, and he’s not gonna waste it by asking stupid questions.]

You got pissed at me for asking about Lucifer before.

[Nobody said he’d pull any punches though.]

What’s the deal there, anyway?

1/2

[meinwaifu]

...just how long have you been wanting to ask about that?

[HE HAD THAT QUESTION READY TO GO AWFULLY QUICK]

[meinwaifu]

Well, you might as well settle in! It's a very long and unpleasant story.

[He's gonna poof back another glass of wine for himself, thanks.]

Lucifer... is the king of light. My older brother, and the most influence demon in all of Gehenna. He is among the most powerful demons who exist... but as a result of this, finding a suitable vessel that can contain his power is quite difficult. It's the fate of all demon kings, though he certainly has it the worst -- his bodies rarely last more than ten years before painfully breaking down in the same manner you saw when I was afflicted by the dragon's rot.

But more excruciating than the process itself... is to lose the freedom that comes with having a body. While ordinary demons would simply die, we cannot. Instead, we return to the concept from which we were born -- a state of being that becomes simply unbearable when compared to the sheer intoxication of having one's own sense of self, and the ability to process the world around us through our senses.

I find it's rather difficult to explain such an existence to those who've never experienced it for themselves.

[conqueredhearts]

Not at all! I just exist like this!

[That Spirit life though...]

It looks good, don't you think?

[conqueredhearts]

You changed a lot too!

[He goes running around Waver so he can investigate.]

Look how tall you are! And what pretty hair!

[There's a gasp and...]

I'll braid it!

[conqueredhearts]

Bah. You have a right to feel as you do. I don't fault you for it at all.

[He brings the hand that has been around up to rest on his head. Then he gives him a grin before actually rubbing his head and messing up his hair a little bit.]

The offer will be there when you feel better as well. Until then I am glad to just be able to give you companionship as we walk through this. I know that I find it helps me to have company since it reminds me there's still so much worth fighting for.

[Iskandar settles his arm around him again, looking ahead. Yes, there really is so much worth fighting for. What they've experienced here is really something so small in the long run. It doesn't feel that way but he knows it to be true. Just like how small the territory that he conquered really was in the grand scheme of things. But he likes that actually. That something so small can ripple into the larger picture to influence how it will look.

Like how they're rebuilding now, respecting the dead around them. Being together with friends as well.]

I look forward to meeting your friends when they wake up.

[conqueredhearts]

[The fact that Waver is able to do this without throwing up or having a panic attack speaks to how he's grown. Iskandar notes that as he carries bodies away one at a time, coming back each time until he's there to get the last.]

Are you ready to bring their things to them?

[stuns]

You could say that.

[ it's precisely that. juno stares out at the narrow entry to the alley that they've ducked into, pressed against the shadows the wall has to offer and glancing slightly down at nott now. it's hard to look at her considering what she just saw, even harder when he catches another glimpse of his hands. he's quick to wipe them slowly on the dark material of his trousers - great for blood in these cases.

his knees buckle a bit as he leans hard against the wall, eventually deciding it's time to slide down with a muffled thump. there's a weakness, a sense of being beat because...

he did exactly what his mother thought he'd do, didn't he? he became like her, for a split second, staring himself down in some... real time mirror that was mocking him. hell. it didn't have to lay much of a finger on him before he got to it first, and that's what makes him wary of some monster under his skin, in his blood. he presses his lips together as nott offers out a flask to him, same as the first time.

he takes it and uncaps the thing slowly, taking a mouthful and feeling the sting of it go down, settle hot in his gut. sickening, but comforting between the nausea and the need to dull everything. ]

Didn't win any awards... that's for sure.

[impavid]

"You can keep it if you like it," John says mildly, and pushes to his feet finally -- ducks to stick his head out the tent before flagging someone down and handing over the clipboards with a quick whispered exchange. Then he's turning back in, snagging up his jacket and approaching Ianto as he shrugs it on. He fusses with the front of the flannel shirt, then gently strokes a thumb along one pale cheek.

"I know where you live too," he points out, and twitches him a playful smile.

[impavid]

[ Wow.

NASA is cool, Prior, if you think otherwise you have bad taste.

He tilts his head as he struggles with the screw cap, leans himself up against the wall and watches the other kid from ground level. ]

Gonna be a pretty dull party if you don't get that open. Maybe I'm better off.

[impavid]

[ Are... are you asking him if you look good, Iskandar? His expression twitches in hesitant confusion, and then he begins to walk slowly back. ]

I admit, I'm a little jealous.

[ Of him just being able to... exist like that. Somehow. ]