❪ 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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Grantaire | Les Miserables

[winecasks]

1. Forget about what I said

[ Being back should be wonderful. Nadril had been a far cry from the familiar streets of Wyver that Grantaire has grown to…enjoy?, but although the weather is warm, the mood is grey. Corpses and rubble litter the city, and Grantaire feels lightheaded at even the best of times. He can’t help but notice that it isn’t the same as being drunk. He knows that feeling very well, and this is more akin to being ill. It only gets worse, until suddenly he realizes what’s wrong: he can recall absolutely nothing about himself or the world around him.

He grips the shoulder of the nearest refugee, perhaps a little too tightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. ]

Ah, hello. I was wondering if you could tell me where we are? I understand that I’ve been here all day, but I can’t seem to recall the name. The heat, perhaps.


2. But it ain't me, babe [Wyver or Olympia]

[ Grantaire has always touted himself as a man who believes in nothing. Whether or not that’s actually true is between himself and his thoughts, but he’s been vocal enough about it that it must be the truth. There’s also typically a downtrodden sort of air about him—literally. Grantaire reeks of alcohol.

Which is why there’s something odd about him now. By all accounts, he looks the same, though perhaps better-kempt, and he walks taller, as though he has an actual purpose. The scent of alcohol does not cling to his breath or his clothes, and his eyes are bright. One might actually believe he’s glad to be here, glad to be alive, and perhaps even hold some very important beliefs? Ask him about Revolution. ]

3. Let time go lightly

[ It’s taken long enough for Grantaire to find his old stash of wine. The real trouble comes later on that evening when he’s outside, drinking directly from the bottle. He polishes a full bottle off in what seems like an instant, leaving him baffled when time suddenly returns to its proper speed and he goes to take another drink, only to realize that the bottle is empty.

He blinks, pulls back, and grunts in surprise. ]

I have always been a tremendous drinker, never known myself to be such a tremendously quick drinker. I don’t know what’s wrong with myself tonight. I hardly even had an opportunity to enjoy it.

4. Wildcard

[ Come one, come all. Bring me anything. Surprise me or grab me at muttonchops ]

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[triplerose]

Perhaps that means that you drink too much, and you need to stop to enjoy it again.

[ Loras flashes him an amused, quiet smile. He's never seen much appeal in drinking, though he's always somehow surrounded himself by drinkers. Best to leave it to them, really. He's a light weight. ]

Or maybe the sudden return to the heat has left you more parched than usual.

[winecasks]

[ He looks thoroughly disappointed with that suggestion, but it does make sense. How much wine can one man consume before he needs to take a break? Grantaire has been drinking for years. Time seems to speed up again, as Grantaire’s head begins to swim from the alcohol. Has he always been so quickly affected? ]

Perhaps I’m growing old.

[ Thirty, this year. In a month or so, he thinks? Maybe he’ll remind his friends later, when things aren’t so strange. ]

Forgive me, monsieur Loras. I would offer you a drink, but it appears that I have finished the bottle off on my own.

[triplerose]

You are more than forgiven. It's not something I've ever found a taste for.

[ Which must sound horrifying to Grantaire, he's sure. ]

I'm glad to see you've survived the cold.

[winecasks]

Is that so? No taste for it? I can’t imagine such a thing.

[ Not necessarily horrifying, but certainly strange, as his expression implies. All of his friends partake in the occasional drink, though not nearly as often as he does. He blinks against the fog of the wine, rubbing his eyes. It’s come on surprisingly quickly. He had been considering asking Loras what it was like, to not enjoy wine at all, but the thought is fleeting. ]

Yes, you as well. Is it not terribly frigid where you come from? Paris winters are--they were quite mild.

[triplerose]

I had never seen snow before coming here, much less to such a degree. My home was much like Wyver, full of things growing. Though perhaps less humid. A dryer heat. I am a summer child.

[ He's learned that summer and winter don't work the same for everyone as they did in Westeros, so he doesn't bother mentioning he's never lived through a winter. ]

I'm not certain how anyone can handle the chill.

[winecasks]

Mm.

[ Although he understands completely, it’s all he can manage for a moment, too confused by the way his head is spinning. If he carries on like this, impossibly dizzy after only one bottle, Enjolras may yet get his wish for him to give up the wine altogether. ]

The use of a great number of layers. Or a second person.

[ He blinks, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to clear his double vision. ]

My apologies, I ordinarily handle wine with much more grace than this.

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[idealisme]

[Enjolras' job at the bookstore is still there, and he's lamenting his reduced free time as he walks home one evening.

He's surprised to find Grantaire about the town at this hour as well, walking towards him down the street. Subconsciously he notices the changes in the man, but for the life of him he can't consciously name them.] Still walking about? Haven't you found a tavern to spend your night at yet?

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire would ordinarily crumble entirely beneath Enjolras’ mere gaze. He would look upon him with a soft, longing stare that perhaps not even he fully understands the meaning of, but that Grantaire is elsewhere in the city. This Grantaire eyes Enjolras with a surprising amount of coldness, like all they are is mere colleagues rather than friends. ]

Is drunkenness what you truly wish upon me? I am well aware that Apollo was associated with dominion over the Greek city-states, but over man himself? I don’t believe that was ever the case.

[idealisme]

[Is it the sobriety that takes him so much by surprise? Enjolras has ignored his gut in all matters except revolution that he does not notice it attempting to tell him that something is quite wrong here.]

Dominion? Don't slander me. If I thought there were any argument I could make to part you from your bottle I'd make it. As it is, your drunken state is entirely self-inflicted.

[winecasks]

If I wished to truly slander you, I might remind you that Apollo is also the god of deadly plague.

[ He looks pointedly at Enjolras, hoping that he might understand what he’s getting at here. Enjolras is the one that all their friends believed in, and the one who led them to their deaths. A plague, in a way. This strange Grantaire had refused to believe in him, despite vehemently supporting the revolution. ]

What drunken state might that be? I drink no more than any other man.

[idealisme]

[The implication isn't missed, but Enjolras almost can't believe it. He has no witty reply to that.]

No. Indeed, there are other men who drink like you. They swim in it like fish in water. [Except- he doesn't currently reek of wine. There isn't even a hint of it about him.]

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire seems surprisingly smug in a way that he seldom ever is. He responds with a smile that comes far too easily, and does something that the true Grantaire would do only with a trembling hand. He places a firm hand on Enjolras’ shoulder. ]

And yet my eyes see you as clearly as they ever have. I’ve not had a drop of wine. You speak nonsense, but I suppose you always have.

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[hellzone]

[ The nearest refugee is Yoshiko, who's examining all of this with a bizarrely steely determination in her eyes. She too is suffering from a bit of memory loss, though her memory loss is a bit more spotty and mostly targeted to one thing: the fact that she's not really a fallen angel, just a delusional 16 year old with an overactive imagination.

When Grantaire places his hand on her shoulder, she narrows her eyes slightly and tries to push it off. ]

Do not touch me, mortal. [ how dare he just place a hand on her, Yohane, fallen angel!!! Still, the human seems confused so she shall answer his question. ] I believe we are on a planet by the name of El Nysa.

[winecasks]

[ He’s surprised by that particular response, but he gives a puzzled, uncertain sort of smile regardless. Perhaps he’s had too much to drink, perhaps he misheard her and she will gladly correct him. ]

We are all mortals here, mademoiselle. There are no gods. I see no reason why they should waste their time on the likes of us.

[ He does, gratefully, move his hand away from her shoulder. His eyebrows only knit together in further confusion. That doesn’t sound familiar at all. ]

Is that what you believe, or what you know to be true? I have never heard of such a place.

[hellzone]

That is what I believe. Others have told me of this name, though I admit I have not read of it in books.

[ At least...that explanation makes sense, right? Because she knows this place is El Nysa, but she doesn't really know how she knows that. Time to bullshit until something makes sense. ]

But it looks like a good place to gain followers, so I shall stay. What of you, mortal?

[winecasks]

You only believe it because you have heard it from others?

[ He smiles, somewhat bemused. He’s heard nothing of a planet by the name of El Nysa. Maybe he should ask—….well, surely there is someone he could ask, but his mind has gone blank of names and faces. A little unnerving, but they may yet return to him. ]

Perhaps they have lied to you, or perhaps none of them are very certain of the area themselves. I claim to be certain of very few things.

[ Especially right now. ]

What is it that you seek followers for? There are far too many religions in the world as it is. Do you wish to compete?

[hellzone]

I seek little demons so they can spread the glory of Yohane and promote Aqours to every one they know!

[ it's dumb. it's like, super dumb, she seeks followers for an amazingly dumb reason. ]

[winecasks]

[ He merely continues to smile blankly, clearly neither understanding nor believing a single word she says. ]

I must admit, I do not currently feel the glory of anything. You need to seek more little demons, perhaps. And what is Aqours, if you would be so kind as to offer an explanation?

rated nc-cry

[pluspetitpoete]

[Jehan has been helping as much as he can. Tidying up their old place, doing some general city clean-up. He wonders if he can get his job at the springs back, after all is said and done.

Though those might be frozen as well, he's not sure.

He laughs a little, when Grantaire catches him on the way back from the makeshift market with some food for the three of them.]

Aren't you being silly, today. You're standing just in front of our house, you ought to know where you are.

i am crying already

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire merely shifts his gaze from Jehan, to the slightly charred facade of the home that apparently partially belongs to him, and back to Jehan again. There is absolutely no spark of recognition in his eyes. If anything, he only appears to be more befuddled. ]

Ought I to? Perhaps I should, but—I hope you will pardon me, monsieur, I do not even know you.

[ It seems to pain him and confuse him. Come to think of it, he really can’t remember much of anything, save for the words in his head now. ]

I suppose I should, if this is our house and not merely my house, and not merely your house.

[pluspetitpoete]

[He looks at Grantaire oddly as he starts pulling weeds in the front yard. Yes, this might make a nice place for a proper garden.] Yes -- our house. Yours, mine, and Enjolras's. We came back to Wyverr to fix it up, remember? Because the three of us in a room for two was a very silly idea indeed. I mean, we made it work, but it would be better to have the house.

Wouldn't it?

[winecasks]

[ Grantaire’s expression remains utterly blank. Even Enjolras’ name doesn’t seem to have any effect on him, making for a situation that is entirely out of the norm. ]

Any roof and four walls would do, so long as it keeps the rain out.

[ He pauses, watches as Jehan pulls up weeds, and tries his best to gather what few thoughts are floating around in his mind.

Those thoughts don’t much help him to piece together the situation. He can’t recall anything of Wyver, of this man, of an Enjolras, or of a room for two housing three. It's frustrating, really. He can recall nothing of his day at all. ]

I’m sorry, monsieur. If we have shared a room, your name still escapes me. I do not mean to be cruel, merely honest.

[pluspetitpoete]

[He does not like this one bit. Not one small bit.] Now -- please stop it. If this is revenge for my asking you two to stop fighting, it's not very funny.

I'm sorry if I upset either of you but you could just tell me instead of playing this very cruel trick.

[winecasks]

[ Subconsciously, he feels as though he’s done something wrong. Perhaps he has, but he genuinely cannot remember anything about any of this, or any of these people. Crouching down beside Jehan in the weeds, he simply tries his best.

His best isn’t that great. His tone is too light, treating this far too much like a joke, although he has genuine concern. ]

Have I fought with someone? Dare I ask who come out victorious? You haven’t upset me. If you have, I cannot recall being upset. I assure you, I can recall very little at all at the moment, save for my name. Perhaps I’ve been hit on the head, or suffered a fall of some sort, though it certainly doesn't feel like it.