❪ 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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Waver Velvet | ota

[chickenhearted]

Praying with Fire

[ While Waver does want to spend some time in Olympia helping out, he can't help the draw of going back to Wyver. Just to see how everything is there. He takes the second train and endures the long hours of travel until they arrive. Maybe you strike up a conversation with him on the train, or maybe you just see him stepping out. He's cautious and slow, wandering by his old home, but not lingering.

He doesn't really linger anywhere. That sense of dread doesn't exist in Wyver, but there's still an eerie feeling about. All the people circled around fires and the dragons stuck staring up at Thesa all sit kind of strangely with Waver. Yet, he called this place home for a while. It's hard to ignore the small ache in his heart that forms as he looks over everything. ]

I can't believe they worshiped that thing... [ He murmurs, looking up at the sky. Now's perhaps a good time to think of where he's going to live next. He has Rider now, and he has actual friends in other places. There are things to consider as he moves on with his life. ]

I. — The dirty work

[ Waver is determined, as always, to be useful. Unfortunately, he's not really medically inclined, and his specialty isn't healing magic. That leaves him with some dirty work, the gross task of transporting corpses to their graves. It's a bit disgusting, and it smells awful, but someone has to do it, and he doesn't want to be caught sitting on his hands and doing nothing. He helped some people find shelter during the dragon's attack, and now... he's helping some of them find peace.

He's is pretty scrawny and small though, so it's taking him a long time. He wants to touch these bodies as little as possible on top of that, so if he sees someone idling nearby, he yells at them. ]

Oi, you! Give me a hand here!

IV. — Older Waver

[ It happens in an instant. Waver is minding his own business, perhaps even in mid conversation when suddenly he's taller, his hair longer, lines of deep thought and stress are creased into his features, and he's just all-around kind of...hot? His nerdy sweater vest has been exchanged for well-tailored clothing, a long red coat, a golden scarf. Time has served him well, or it will eventually. It's just all come a little too sudden and a little too soon. The funny thing is, he totally still feels like himself. A little older perhaps, but he passes it off as tiredness. There's a lot of tiredness in him of late.

Waver glowers at his present company, as if their very existence is ruining his day. Teeth clench as he looks expectantly, and when an answer he wants never comes? He finally speaks up. ]

What on earth are you staring— [ wait...that deep voice. It's not his?! ] ..at?

Wildcard—

[ Hit me up with any of the prompts, really! Waver will be around, and he can be either old Waver or regular one, it doesn't matter to me c: Toss me a message if you'd rather plot beforehand! ]

IV

[notwagging]

At you.

[ duh? like, here's Keaton just minding his own business, being a good wolfskin. just hanging out. not like he's doing anything to get in Waver's way this time, except think about carrying him around and making him get all flustered which tickles Keaton's funny bone.

but this sudden change? ]

Hm...

[ he taps his chin. ]

... you got big.

[chickenhearted]

[ thank god Waver changed before Keaton could get his wolfy mitts on him and scoop him up!

Except this is kind of confusing. Not bad, exactly, but definitely confusing. ]

I.... I did. [ blink ]

But there's nothing to see here. You don't have to stare!

[ He's still the same old grumpy Waver at least. ]

[notwagging]

[ no. he's staring, Waver. he's staring directly into your soul and psyche with big, wide puppy dog eyes. ]

... are you heavier?

[ with a toothy grin, he opens his arms and starts to walk toward Waver with a low waving tail. faux-menacing and playful, Keaton can't help but feel his hips wiggle as well with his tail being so active as it is! ]

IV OF COURSE

[diamondize]

[Waver had been cute when he looked like Yellow Diamond. It made him easier to talk to, but when he seems to almost transform in front of their eyes--]

B-Bortz? [It's not Bortz, Diamond knows that, but it throws them enough that Dia blurts the name out in their shock.]

Oh... Waver, you look so-- Different! [WHAT IS HAPPENING.]

OF COURSE

[chickenhearted]

Bortz?

[ He lifts an eyebrow. Huh, what is that?

But he flusters mildly, unsure of what to do with this situation. Suddenly he is large? ]

That's — well. I'm still me, anyway!

[diamondize]

Ahaha. [That's not a suspicious reaction to his question of who Bortz is, not at all! They reach out (and up!) to pat Waver on the head]

I can hardly reach to pet you now! But yes, it's definitely still you. But I don't understand what happened... Why do you look so different now?

iv

[circulets]

[ Mikleo watches him - amazed at his sudden transformation. All he can do is watch with his mouth agape - eyes wide. Was that some sort of magic...?

Well, he is dumbfounded until he speaks. He jumps a little before he points to himself. ]

... You can see me?

[chickenhearted]

[ Yeah, Waver has no idea what just happened. He feels fine... more than fine, actually. So maybe it's not that big of a deal? Yeah, this is totally okay. ]

What? Of course I can. You're staring.

[circulets]

Sorry. You suddenly grew a lot!

[ So, he couldn't help but stare. ]

... Humans aren't supposed to be able to see me.

Praying With Fire

[thedarkbond]

Really? It's pretty impressive...

[The person who happens to overhear Waver is a young man with long red hair and a somewhat absent look about him, one finger to his lower lip as if thinking while he looks to where Yseverai looms. He hadn't been able to linger in Olympia due to the agony he could feel from the creature, but he's pretty fond of dragons anyway, dread beasts of destruction or not.]

If they respect dragons so much here, doesn't it make sense that they'd worship the biggest and fiercest one? [His tone is as airy and absent as his expression, like some kind of vague train-of-thought observation.]

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver blinks and turns toward the airy voice, actually looking at who's joined him now. Then he glances back in the direction of Yseverai. Yeah, it is pretty impressive in its own right, but he can't help but to remember the fear and panic that the great dragon set upon the world, the way people cried and screamed for their loved ones or for their lives... He can't offer up a whole lot of respect toward the dragon because of it. ]

... Yeah, I suppose it does make sense. But it's just odd to think about. It was obvious Olympia and Wyver were different, but to this degree....

[ Hm. He supposes he's just pondering aloud, but it still is a strange thing to quantify. ]

[thedarkbond]

[Ah, so maybe this is another one who lived in Olympia. Rocket mentioned the stuffy people liked it better...

Ren taps his chin absently for a few moments as it considering it, before he abruptly just shrugs and gives a slightly apologetic smile that doesn't quite reach all the way.] I only just woke up, so I guess I don't understand all the differences between the cities yet. Did you not see much of Wyver yourself...?

[It certainly sounds like this guy isn't all that familiar with the attitude differences, but there's always the possibility he just hadn't seen this side of it before.]

I

[kikoku]

[It's a fair request, Law's 6'3" and relatively strong looking. Granted, the reason he'd been standing there, staring into space had been because he hadn't slept in two and a half days. Though, that was just as much because of his own bad habits as it was being busy with medical care.

Regardless, being spoken to snaps him out of his haze, and he removes the body from Waver's grasp entirely, slinging it over his shoulder as if carting corpses around isn't gross to him at all. There's a pause before he looks down at Waver.]

Where is this going?
[He hasn't really been involved in this task yet, and it's his first time being anywhere outside of Nadril, so...]

[chickenhearted]

[ Yes, tall people standing around doing nothing are perfect for the job. So Waver wastes no time in calling out to him, despite not knowing that he's been lacking sleep or busy with other things. He knows he can't haul these bodies alone, but he still wants to help.

Granted, he doesn't expect the body to be taken entirely away, but he's grateful that the man isn't putting up a fuss about it or trying to back out of helping! ]

Ah, one of the graves. Over that way.

[ he points in the proper direction and fidgets a little. Should he... just find another body? ]

[kikoku]

[In Waver's defense, Law's kind of always some amount of tired. Just slightly moreso today. He heads in the direction he was pointed, though he does comment out loud, without looking back;]

Shouldn't you find a way to help that's more suited to your skillset?
[Since you're clearly no good at this one, is the implication.]

I

[conqueredhearts]

I've got this, boy.

[Waver wants to touch the bodies as little as possible but Iskandar comes up and actually picks up the body with his own hands to carry it to the grave. Lowering it down inside, he sighs and brushes his hand. Funerals are always sad things.]

How many do you have left to bring?

[chickenhearted]

Ah...

[ Of course Rider's got it. He's huge and strong and not bothered by lots of dead bodies. It's a little envious, but at the same time... not something he wants to envy. The work is kind of nauseating but he's determined to do his part. That much has changed about Waver since he came to this place at least. ]

There's quite a few. Not a set number, really, just whatever I can do to help.

[conqueredhearts]

Then we'll go together to collect them.

[He rests a large hand on his shoulder and gives him a smile. A gentle one that is warm and understanding. Unlike in that room with the children, they have time to grieve here. They have time to feel the suffering of such loss.

Giving his shoulder a squeeze, he nods.]

Come. Let us go get more of these people.

I.

[lancings]

[ She's not exactly thrilled about transporting corpses either, but someone has to do it. They deserve to be properly interred and taken care of rather than abandoned and forgotten, and someone might know who some of these corpses are. She knows if they were someone she loved or cared for, she'd want them to be treated with respect.

Unfortunately, that thought doesn't eliminate the horrid smell pervading the area. She can barely breathe at all and has to tie a piece of cloth around her mouth and nose to keep from passing out or retching. Even though she's no stranger to battlefields or fallen warriors around her, these have been left to rot a bit too long, and nothing can abate the way her stomach tosses about with each inhale.

Luckily, the voice to her peripheral offers distraction as she finds the source -no one she recognizes but definitely someone far too young to have to deal with these circumstances. ]

I'm on it. Are you sure you wouldn't rather do something a bit less...

[ -traumatizing? Really now, this shouldn't be left to their younger crew members, which makes her want to work all the harder so they don't have to. ]

The smell alone can be rather strong. I wouldn't want you getting sick.

[chickenhearted]

[ Of course, Waver would definitely get bristly if someone suggested he was too young or small for the job. He's twenty now, he's basically an adult! And anyway, it's all he can do to help right now, as far as he can see. He's tired of being useless. He wants to help, and he wants these bodies and their families to find peace. It's the least he can do, since the last time he saw heaps of corpses he couldn't do anything but puke his guts out.

To be honest, the temptation to do that is still here too, but he's holding it in as best he can.

He waves the woman over, thinking she looks capable and already seems to be helping with it. But when she speaks up and suggests he'd rather be doing something else, he shakes his head. ]

The smell is awful, but I still want to help. They need all the extra hands they can get, after all.

IV because everyone likes aging I guess

[dancerefresher]

[Sorry, Olivia doesn't see him being kind of hot. She's too shy to think of him as hot or not or anything. She didn't mean to get so close but...

The hair distracted her, and she drifted close.

His question had her jolt though, and shrink away.]

N-nothing! Nothing at all, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!

of course! 8')

[chickenhearted]

[ Just know that he grows into his dream body, more or less, and that's what's important.

Even so, being stared at is kind of weird and he really doesn't know what's happening right now.

All her apologies really just seem to get on his nerves more than anything else. Jeez, why is she doing it so much?! ]

Okay, that's enough already, I get it!

wild card-ish

[sullenstallion]

[After spending some time in Olympia, Dylas ends up heading to Wyver next. He can't really explain why—there's this urge to see all the damage for himself, of course, to see how badly it is in their neck of the woods. But it's not just that. Walking around Olympia, the atmosphere is so oppressive. Maybe it's because he lives there? He doesn't want to call it home, but at the same time, it does sort of feel like that.

That's how he ends up in Wyver, squinting at some older guy. Dylas didn't see Waver make his miraculous transformation into an older man, he just sees some guy in a scarf (isn't it too hot for that?) staring back at him.]

What do you want? [Right, Dylas was here for another reason. There's someone he sort of wanted to check in on.] I'm looking for someone, so get out of my way.

[He could walk around Waver in order to continue searching for Waver, but...why should he.]

[chickenhearted]

[ Waver isn't expecting to see anyone he knows, since he doesn't actually know that many people. And some of them are in Olympia after all. He'd spent a brief amount of time there, but inevitably returned to Wyver, where he'd made his "home". He doesn't know how attached he is to the city, but it's good to scope things out again at the least.

So he's surprised when suddenly he's face to face with Dylas. Eyebrows raise briefly before they turn into a frown, his usual state of being. ]

Dylas? What are you doing in Wyver? [ looking for someone? He feels the smallest pang of jealousy because clearly Dylas isn't looking for him. Must be nice to have someone care about you that much!! ]

And you were in my way first.