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❪ event ❫ a moment in eternity
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. 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.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. 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.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…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.
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As far as I know, he's just a really tall Scottish guy. He fought in a war? But no one famous, I guess. At least I don't think so. He's here though, and I only just found out about all of this a few months back, so it's been a thing, trying to get to know him or something.
[ Her drama is not interesting drama, Richie. ]
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I thought people were supposed to be shorter back in the old days. [He frowns.] Did he come to the future with you? Or did you get to go back and see him?
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[ Bree is kind of a giant; her mother is tall too so Brianna stands at about 5'9. Giantess. ]
And neither, actually. He's here. My mom left him in the past to come back to modern times to have me. And she stayed there for twenty years, now she's gone back to the past. So really, the only way I'm seeing either of them now is because they're not in stasis. [ A beat goes by. ]
It's all super weird. Maybe I should have gone back in time, then I could've meet everyone.
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[Gross.]
So they both came with you? Boy are you lucky! I went looking and my folks aren't anywhere up there, but then I remem...
[Richie frowns. Stares off somewhere very far.] Dad went...it was '73. It was 1973 when he passed—
[His face screws up, as if searching for the meat of the matter were giving him a mighty migraine. Sure felt like it. Like there were needles driving into his brain all over, and one big old honker coming straight between his eyes—]
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But blink once and then he's a man, falling onto the heels of his palms as the sting of the headache leaves him dizzy and blinking. No glasses here (if you looked closely you could see the faint rims of contacts hovering on the whites of his eyes), and his teeth look uniform through the twisted wince he's in. He's about Bree's height, dressed well, black curls better combed and cut, but the bags drag heavy under his eyes.
Tired. Old, even if he doesn't quite look all his thirty seven years. Bewildered more than anything once he gets his bearings. He looks to the targets, the turntable which is scratching static by now, and then to her. He blinks.]
—I...seventy...what?
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You...were...I don't...
[ Her hands drop, a look of sheer disbelief on her face. She was talking to a middle schooler (at MOST) ten seconds ago. ]
What in the hell just happened?
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She's not hitting him or screaming, that's a point in her favor. Were they swapping positions Richie might not have been so magnanimous with his shock. For his part Richie's still swimming in his bewilderment, coming off his hands and plucking the discarded slingshot from under his belly. He holds it up, dimly aware of a recent need to fire a few slugs, punch a few holes in the old bullseye.]
Was I shooting cans?
[Nevermind, she's asking the real questions here. He looks up at her, appalled.]
Shit, sister, don't look at me! Last thing I remember is breakfast and the morning paper, and now we're... [He clutches his head.
No.
No, he's got a touch more recollection than that. A new perspective on Nysa from hip-height, peeped through ghastly glasses with tape fastening the middle. Shock turns to abject mortification.]
Was I...Jesus Lord in heaven above, I was a kid again. I was a fucking baby! And you — did you take me out here?
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Yes. I..no, no, I didn't bring you here, but yes you were shooting cans. I heard your music, I walked up - do you not remember that? Any of it?
[ Ohhhhh what the hell. What in the hell? ]
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I...in parts. [Yes, that makes sense doesn't it? It's spotty but the dots are lining up. Richie leans over to click the turntable off, flipping the record off and checking for damage instinctively. What an idiot move. What if it had rained?] You're Bree. Right? You're Bree and you've...got a time-travelling mom who didn't let you play with slingshots.
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Bree looks at him, just trying to see that kid in the full-grown adult. ]
I haven't been out of stasis very long so I have no idea if this is a normal thing or not. But you do remember. The slingshot bit was the most important part, so congratulations.
[ She's trying to lighten things, make a joke. Jesus this is weird. ]
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It's not normal, but it's hardly out of character for this nuthouse. I wish I could say this was the craziest thing to happen, but it's pretty tame all things considered. I'll take a baby romp over that rotting dragon business any day of the week. [He rises, but he takes the slingshot with him and bounces a rock in his hand. He looks over the cans with a wry grin.]
Man-a-living, I was a shit shot. What's that one about age and experience? [He notches the rock. Takes aim.
Beans it off the edge of the target with a loud twang.
Richie folds double in laughter, his cackle clattering through the still forest air like a gunshot.]
Hahaha, looks like horseshit to me! Fuck! [He rights himself, still snickering, and thrusts the shooter at Bree, .] Here, you keep it. Your beginner's luck has got to be better than twenty seven years of bupkis. Don't tell your mommy on me, capisce?
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So you didn't get better, but at least you got to do something you loved.
[ Bree smiles a little, raising an eyebrow as she holds out her hand and accepts it. Then she laughs, shaking her head. ] I won't tell my mother, promise. But I am for sure gonna let you - or little you - down with my terrible precision skills.