❪ 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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Trafalgar Law | One Piece

[kikoku]

[AN ODD SIGHT ON THE SUBWAY]
[Anyone who spots Law on the subway train to Olympia probably noticed his luggage first. Or rather, the cluster of medical apparatuses he's wedged into the seat next to his. A heart monitor, a ventilator, among other things, they've all been tied together in a bundle, but currently their main function seems to be to block the gloomy doctor from view, slumped down in his window seat as he is.

He sits up straight exactly once, and it's to squint and scowl at the perfectly accessible platform for the announced "Dranbu Kingdom" that the train shoots right past. He might be fairly new to subway trains, but that seems pretty suspicious to him and he Does Not Like It.]

[TRIAGE IN THE STREETS OF OLYMPIA]
[Law gets right to work helping to fill in the need for medical attention. Rather than set up shop at one place, Law is taking advantage of the fact that all of the medical equipment he pilfered from the wrecked ships in Nadril is on wheels and moving around the territory supplying people with his particularly rude brand of medical expertise.

You might overhear him shooing a patient back into bed with;]
I'm saying I don't care what you have to do, if you don't rest, you'll die.

[Or spot him pulling a scalpel out of a tin to the horror of another patient, saying;]
It's easiest for me to remove it manually, but I can't promise it won't be unpleasant.
[It seems like he could stand to be a little less blunt with people who are ill or injured, regardless of the quality of his medical care or advice. Given the firm frown ever-present on his face, though, it might be a big ask.]

[EL NYSA'S CRYPTID DOCTOR GOES TO WYVER]
[After about two weeks, words gotten around about a strange doctor who looks like death, showing up and doing weird things like bloodlessly cutting open someone's chest, or surgically removing diseases. All that people seem to agree on is that he's a tall, scowling young man who carries a large sword and has black markings all over his chest and arms. After a few days with no sightings, some people even start to suggest some sort of supernatural, mothman-esque origin.

Meanwhile, Law's headed on to Wyver. Though he does bring his equipment, and might be spotted giving similarly ill tempered medical care in Wyver, between two weeks having gone by since time resumed, and magic being more prevalent here, mostly, Law is taking a little time to hide in the jungle because he can only tolerate so much social interaction. Relatively scarce as he's made himself, you're most likely to spot him perched in a tree in one of the more overgrown districts, sullen and bare chested, showing off those black markings people in Olympia were talking about. He's got his face in a book, always about El Nysa and the culture therein whether it be Olympia or Wyver in particular. He doesn't look like he wants to be disturbed, and in fact, will glare down at you if your gaze lingers too long.]

[SOMETHING ELSE?]
[Feel free to hit me up if you have something else in mind!]

triage

[pebblestone]

[ Frederick is no doctor himself, skilled only in the absolute necessities of battlefield first aid: stemming blood flow, very basic splints, the like. For the most part, he's content to leave doctors and healers to do their work, well-aware that they have far greater knowledge and skill than he ever will have.

But when he sees a man casually pull out a scalpel.....well, that's just Too Much. He scuttles forward, eyes wide in alarm. ]

Now hold on right there, is this really necessary? Have you not any anesthetic, at least?

[ Come on now, buddy. ]

This might be one of the worst first impressions ever made

[kikoku]

[The patient in question, a freckled man with a sickly complexion, seems relieved at the sight of some authoritative looking man stepping in, Law meanwhile, is annoyed at the interruption.]

I'm not wasting what little anesthetic I have on a procedure that doesn't require it.
[Freckles weakly protests, starting to explain he shouldn't need any operation, but breaks into a deep wheezing cough halfway through. Law takes advantage of the diversion, hand darting forward to make an incision, though his scalpel never actually meets skin.

That said, something does happen, a slit opening up in the young Olympian's chest, into what looks like a pulsating cavity. But there's no blood, and he doesn't seem to be in pain as much as a state of deep confusion, perhaps dawning horror.]
Some people in this area seem to have breathed in something that's damaged their lung function. These dark patches, [He gestures to some areas darker than the surrounding flesh of what is, apparently, the interior of this man's right lung] it's some sort of taint that needs to be removed. That's what's causing the cough.

[None of this seems to be helping the patient not look like he's about to faint, honestly. Is this guy really a doctor or just a magic lunatic? More on this at 11.]

triage

[shikomizue]

[The frantic efforts of Olympia's devout don't interest Takasugi in the slightest. He steps around the Sanctuary's servants as swiftly as he steps over corpses. Not a hand raised in assistance, not an utterance of compassion.

War torn civilians don't look any different to him than soldiers.

A gruff doctor prioritizing life over limb is the most natural thing to hear, following such casualties. Takasugi drifts to the pair, watching with a small, wry smile as what color remained in the man's face drains.

He crouches, close enough to the victim for his whisper to be heard.] You'd rather live without it than die here, right?

[Now there are two guys with shitty bedside manner.]

[kikoku]

[The man who was already deeply terrified by the ominous doctor's vague statements takes this additional creep's whispers as the cue to completely flip out. "N-no, please, don't cut off my arm! I-I'm a craftsman, if I-" he pleads desperately, to Law's immense chagrin.]

Oi-
["I need my hands, i-if I can't work I might as well be-" The man doesn't get to finish his sentence before passing out cold, and it probably has something to do with the needle Law just stuck in his neck.

And then he looks to this stranger as if it's entirely his fault.]
What the hell do you think you're doing?

[shikomizue]

[Some warriors chose to slit their bellies rather than live as crippled civilians. Without the ability to fight, to work, they saw no purpose and sought an honorable death.

They were always quiet about it.

The ones who panicked either adapted, or didn't see the night through. Desperation doesn't stop just because of a lost arm.

Watching the man slump, Takasugi's almost disappointed. He'd come to see a gruesome amputation, a memory alive before him.

His tone is flat.] You looked like you'd need someone to restrain him. He wasn't going to calm down.

[kikoku]

[Well that's what you get for trying to find entertainment in suffering, isn't it. Law's frown deepens.]

If you hadn't come and interfered, I could have explained that I'm not cutting his arm off. Just the infection that's making it swell up.
[Because surely that was obvious. That's how most doctors do things. Except it isn't at all, so maybe chill out, Law.]

[shikomizue]

[He hadn't expected either party to be grateful for his involvement, but Takasugi hadn't stopped to be chastised, either. Rather than give the doctor the benefit of his full attention, Takasugi reaches down to press two fingers into the abscessed infection.

Squeeze some nasty black puss out, and withdraw before any of it can ooze onto him.] He wouldn't have listened.

There's no reasoning with a man in shock.

I'm sorry for this

[kikoku]

Maybe not. But...
[He gesticulates sharply at Takasugi's hand with his scalpel. It might seem like nothing more than a threat. If not for the fact that the next moment, the offending, poking fingers pop right off. There's no blood, just a weird smooth void where they should connect to his hand. He'll feel the disembodies apendages fall to the floor, and if he tries, discover he's still able to flex the digits.]

That doesn't give you permission to touch my patients.
[This sure seems like an overreaction, but Law is very visibly tired. And that's why Takasugi's fingers are on the floor now, I guess.]

wyver!

[hedonistic]

[Hark, a cryptid.

Not that Kagari's heard the majority of the rumors floating about on Law, given that he doesn't tend to spend a lot of time in Olympia. But he's heard a few, meaning that when he passes by Law's tree, those black markings catch his eye.]

Cool tattoos.

[Is about his only response to being glared at. Notably, he does not seem the least bit intimidated, nor does it seem like he's Going Anywhere. In fact, he seems to be considering climbing said tree, just to be contrary. And also because he's bored, honestly.]

[kikoku]

[There's a good ten second pause where it seems like Law is just not going to respond, but then finally;]

... Thanks.
[Another pause as he looks back at his book, turning a page.]

Is that all you needed to say?

[hedonistic]

Mayyyybe, maybe not~

[Actually, Kagari has a bunch of nosy questions about the tattoos, like if they mean anything or if it hurt a lot to get them, but...from where he's standing down here Law could easily just, you know, ignore him. And Kagari's the sort of person who, upon sensing that he is annoying someone, will yolo and go out of his way to do the annoying thing extra, just because.

Since his presence itself seems to be the annoying thing in this case, he...is definitely climbing that tree. And unless Law sees fit to shove him out ... will be settling down on a nearby branch and reading over his shoulder, like a brat.]

Whatcha reading?

[kikoku]

[He doesn't own this tree, so he can't exactly kick this guy out but.... he's clearly Not Happy about this development. He's currently fighting the urge to shove Kagari off anyway, but for the moment he settles for moving further down the branch he's on, away from nosy eyes.]
It's just an encyclopedia on the plants in Wyver and their medical uses.

[Nothing interesting to a gremlin like you... he can only hope.]

SUBWAY

[impavid]

That's a lot of kit.

[ John is sitting the other side of the aisle, eyeing all Law's luggage. It doesn't look, exactly, like regular Olympia stuff. Not that he's had to use it a lot but he's been in the clinic once or twice. Stitches. You know. ]

You planning on starting up a new practice?

[kikoku]

[There's a pause, Law obviously reluctant to engage, but then he does straighten up in his seat so that he's not entirely invisible behind his equipment.]
... I don't have any specific plans yet. I just didn't want to leave the things I'd scavenged behind in Nadril.

[He's never had a stationary clinic before, honestly. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. The only permanent place he'd had to practice medicine had been on his ship.]
It's not really in my nature to stay put in one place for too long.

[impavid]

[ Huh! Scavenged stuff. John scans the piles of equipment curiously, mildly impressed by how much he's managed to grab. ]

Lot of stuff to keep lugging around, though. You're not going anywhere in a hurry with all that to unpack and pack back up.

[ You'd struggle to run from a dragon with all that, he's pretty sure. At least, he would. ]

[kikoku]

[This is a fair point. Previously, he'd been able to get away with it because, again, he'd kept it on a boat. But now he doesn't have anything like that.]

... I suppose I'll have to readjust of find a ship, then.
[Or some of both, if he's to save up some money to buy said ship.]

[impavid]

[ A ship! Now that's an interesting thought. ]

The flying kind or the floating kind?

[ John is only good at one of the two. ]

[kikoku]

Hah. The floating kind, I suppose.
[An odd way to refer to a sailing ship, in his opinion.]

Though that seems to be the more unusual answer around here, we don't even have space ships where I come from.

subway, also so sorry for late

[ayes]

[It definitely catches the attention of the young girl who's sitting across from him. She spends the better part of the journey just staring at his medical tools in awe before finally blurting out:] Is it safe to transport that stuff like this?

np!

[kikoku]

[Law had taken notice of the girl earlier, but given his position, hadn't been aware that she'd been staring at his equipment. So it does actually startle him a bit when she finally speaks up.]

What-
[He looks from her to his jury-rigged transport solution of: a rope.]

... Not particularly, but I don't exactly have a lot of options....
[Wait, she's some sort of young teen, maybe he's misunderstood.]
There's no danger to you, if that's what you meant.

[ayes]

[She shakes her head at the idea that she's worried about her own safety.] No, no, that's not it at all!

It's just... I dunno, I thought medical equipment had to be like, transported all sterile and stuff.

I wonder why they couldn't just beam you up to the station and back down?

[kikoku]

....
[He has to pause, because he hadn't even considered using the station. In his defense, it wasn't an option for most of his time here to go to the station, and he's not even used to there being a space station. But, even that besides...]

Well, I don't know who the ship I took it all from technically belongs to. I don't want them trying to claim it belongs to them.
[He stole this stuff fair and square, damnit. And if he comes off sounding kind of like a paranoid weirdo: that's because he is.]

I'd rather do some extra sterilization than have my equipment taken away.

[ayes]

Oh, that makes sense. [She says, quickly. And then, as it occurs to her:] You think they'd really take it back? People need that to get help, right?

And the Natha has been pretty helpful for us, so I'm sure they'd... you know, they'd definitely be okay with it, if you asked!

[Probably.]

[kikoku]

[Law looks her up and down for a moment. Young and earnest, probably, from the look on her face. She couldn't hope to understand how assuming the worst is the best way to stay alive on the high seas.]
... I suppose I haven't been here long enough to have that sort of trust in them.

[The train hits a turn, and the cluster of machines lists slightly to the right, all of them being on wheels.]
But it's a moot point now, I'm already in transit with them.