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[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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[priorly]

It's not about being better, it's about being polite.

[Prior thinks for a moment, too, not opposed to the small, warm weight tucked in against him even if it's sticky, snotty, and certainly the least fragrant thing in the apartment. He can always light a candle, later.]

Oh - screw it, I'm bored of political correctness anyway, call them what you like. Maybe regular grown-ups don't see much, but weird ones? I wouldn't be so sure about that. When you're a little weird you learn to be careful. Because weird stands out. So maybe you learn to look a little harder than other people might.

[A pause and, well, it's barely an admission of anything in a place like this.]

I see things.

[summertimeblues]

[He's about to squawk in with some terrible Tootles the Butler business, who was a man with a thousand observations about manners, but Prior carries on before he gets his chance. His open jaw snaps shut and he listens with a frown.]

Things like visions?

[priorly]

[What a tragic loss Tootles is for the world. Prior's gaze slips sideways. These things - smudges in the timeline, alterations to the standard deviation - they don't last, do they. Which is thankful, because while he's fine with children he didn't move in here planning to open a creche.

All the same. What he says now could well be remembered later, when who knows whether all Richie's frightened of is a bedtime story he remembers too well.

(Prior knows, Prior knows it isn't. He knows what real fear looks like, feels like.)

But, still.]

Well... most people here have had something like that. The beings that brought us here used to put out public information broadcasts that way.

[summertimeblues]

Oh.

[He doesn't understand. But it would explain the wham bam pow of the brick scene just now, and that's good enough for Richie.]

Then I guess we're both differently abled, huh?

[He purses his lips. Picks up the brush where it fell and starts whipping the bristles over his fingers.]

Well. If this isn't Derry, then maybe we're gonna be okay anyhow. It's real far away, isn't it?

[He then turns to dust at Prior's ear with the blusher.] Teedle-leedle-lee.

[priorly]

[Prior draws himself up to nod authoritatively.]

A whole world away. [And no need to mention that world's no longer there, but what remains of it is filed and archived in neat little rows floating far above them. Maybe no one will wake again, with the Natha gone. But, from Prior's experience, when Gods abandon their creations, things begin to fall apart.

Not something he's troubling Richie with while he's not tall enough to make the cut on a moderately intimidating fairground ride.

His lips twitch at the tickle, before reaching to try and snag the brush.]

Careful, that's sensitive equipment. Which you're not ready to handle.

[summertimeblues]

[Snag it he does, and Richie grins and ducks, hands clapped to his own ears to dodge revenge.] If it's so sensitive why'd you go hucking it at me old noggin?

[He casts a look to the window, then back to Prior. He's a touch imploring when he speaks, knowing that he can't play this man as well as he would his own folks. Familiar as he seems, he doesn't know his tells, whether to ham it up or play sweet to get his way.]

Prior, if I promise to be careful, can I please take the records with me? It's no fun without a little music, a little jump and jive, you know? The other kids are good too, I swear, they love rock'n'roll too as much as I do. Scratching records is sacrilege to us, I reckon even Ben and Eds would hang me out to dry if something happenened to them.

[No matter that he couldn't find the phone to call the others. It had been his first thought, stymied by the lack of a telephone anywhere (not so much as a curly cord in a drawer!), and then by the notion that they wouldn't have the same numbers anyway. Not in a queer place like this. He's quite confident he'll find them though. On a nice day like this, they gotta be hanging around somewhere.

And oh, what the heck? He'll risk a little ham, it works well for him usually. Richie clasps his hands together and throws arms and head to Prior's lap in a desperate grovel.]

Pleeeease! Please sir, please sir! We're just poor souls with no rhythm to cure our blues! We'll waste away, we're gonna wither up dry! We need Buddy Holly, we need Little Richard, we need them or we'll crisp up dry in the sun and die of boredom! I know it!

[priorly]

Me old noggin. Simmer down, Eliza Doolittle, I had it set to stun, not kill.

[Prior dusts the brush across his own face - it's not loaded. He wasn't mid-act of applying the face when Richie interrupted, it just happened to be the first thing at hand. Now it's a mild distraction as he listens to this Shakespearian production of a plea. The worst thing about small children is all the pretending adults are supposed to do around them. All the clapping and gasping over how entertaining they are. It's quite refreshing to meet one who actually is.

As transparent as tracing paper, too, but with the moxie to pull it off. Not that Prior shows it. That would be deadly.

He eyes the mussed-up top of Richie's head, and lifts the knee it's resting on to cross it over the other. Richie's friends are unlikely to be here, but given the way these twitches in time seem to work, he won't have the chance to find that out. There's no point tugging him back down to earth.] Well don't ask me, for pity's sake. That makes me responsible for whatever you scratch up. Why, if you wanted to take those records, you'd have to steal them out from under my nose.

[Something in his tone makes it sound more like a suggestion than a travesty.]

[summertimeblues]

[The leg below him lifts to cross its brother, and being mid-grovel Richie more or less rolls with it, head and shoulders getting dragged along to the higher perch. He chances a peek upwards through the mask of his unruly hair.

This is basically permission, is it not? He's saying that he shouldn't ask him and that he refuses be responsible, and then what's this about stealing them?

Richie is silent a moment, and equally as still.

Then he uncoils like a jack-in-the-box, springing to the other side of the couch where the turntable lies undefended. He snatches it and rips from the couch, then races for the door. The bag with his previous picks is still leaning there, and he clumsily swipes it up and over his shoulder too. Equally ungainly is his bid for the door knob, hefting and hoisting the rather large box so that he can wield it with one hand and reach out with the other.

He cackles and looks back to Prior, grinning at a thousand watts.]

Be back for supper! Promise! Me and the other braves are bringing home a big juicy buffalo, you can bet on that!

[The door swings, and the apparition is vanished. The clopping of his feet counts out a gleeful rhythm that swells through the halls.]