❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE -- the overflow.

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THE PROLOGUE     Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real. What is it, Sael? —Is everyone asleep?! Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...? N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online! ... I don't know what to do... I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions— ... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing? Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now. Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees. The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong. You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head. Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us. —Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate. There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds. The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune. Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you. Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st. THE DESCENT     FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that. Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive. It’s not always easy being first. SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come. At least you’ll have help in getting settled. THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required. “Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all. FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you? FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself. Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith. FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you. Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax. You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this! Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night... I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower? Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS     All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out. A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter? B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm! C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure. FINAL OOC NOTE     This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 3 Will be up on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. We will not provide an additional CAPTCHA for this overflow. Players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals in the event this overflow gets close to CAPTCHA. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes. Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST. 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( ooc; okay so i fucked up and completely forgot to take into account that amaterasu has her other form so like, since edmund is a human that has gained belief in A god (aslan), i thought he'd start seeing her wolf form first and then slowly make his own to seeing another form of her as their cr improves in the game... )


[ Not so different form any regular canine that he's encountered, then, Talking or not. Edmund chuckles obligingly and, after a quick look at their surroundings — they aren't quite secluded, but everyone has gone off in little cliques here and there as the day rolls on, with the occasional passerby eyeing them curiously — he arranges himself so he's sitting beside her, cross legged and comfortable on the soft earth. ]

You're the first white wolf I've seen, and the friendliest one yet. Wolves from my world were proud creatures. They mostly kept to themselves.

[ He continues stroking her fur as he talks companionably. ]

If only you can tell me you name. I'm certain you have one. [ Then, as an afterthought, as though he's only just remembered, ] As for myself, my name is Edmund.

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[She luxuriates, rolling lightly next to him, flopping one way to nibble grass just for the sake of nibbling grass, then flopping the other way. If he pauses, she raises her head with huffing open mouth, muted complaining. Much of the time, she merely lays next to him on her back, curved, with her hooked legs, and exposed belly, upside down head and ears smushed comically on the ground.

Certainly, she's being gluttonous for attention, but so long as he's taking a break, what's the harm? It won't be long until she's pestering him to make sure he eats and drinks.

Hello, Edmund, she replies in her unspoken way, shifting furred cheek on the ground to let her eyes twinkle in the affirmative at him. She lifts her head, stomach and paws resting on the earth now, and does what mother wolves do: leans in to gently, gently, gently nibble his knuckles. If he were a pup, it might be one of his ears, or the joints of his legs, the end of his back. The purpose of this is quite simple, but no less meaningful to her, with what she is, or even other wolves: a display of attention, annoying affection, wolf talk for Isn't it good to be together?

And they may only be meeting, but she feels this way in regard to all life.

She's interested in what he shares about the wolves of his home, because it's been so long since she's seen others. She was there when wolves were first born into existence, of course, and they used to sing up into the sky to her, and perhaps this is where her soft spot for them started, why she chose the wolf for her corporeal vessel. Not to say she loves humans or any other being less, but it works out: true belief lies in wanting to believe, and if she had gone to earth as a human, where she could be asked what she was, and could answer with a voice, it would be like bending arms—and they could laugh at her, because if a human says to another human, "I created all of this," they'd think them mad.

No, this works out.

As for wolves, they're just about extinct now, nearly a myth in themselves, misunderstood things. Well, they were—people even chased her off and threw stones when she came down a hundred years ago, but back then, she had proven her worth, the wolf's, and upon returning, it seemed the new generation wasn't holding any grudges, but still, she had encountered plenty of dogs, but no wolves. Animals no more good or evil than the next, only trying to get by like everyone else.]

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[ The slight affection the wolf shows him is returned with a wider smile. He is not unused to that sort of thing, from the beasts and animals that he lived with, and it tells him that his physical touches and spoken words have been accepted with great enthusiasm. So he continues, with his other hand also coming up to pet the wolf, maybe scratch behind her ears if she allows him to. ]

Indeed, not like the other wolves, [ he affirms, almost to himself. ] Though it would have been interesting for you, if you've met them.

[ He smiles, an edge of mischief to his tone, his smile curved upwards slightly. ]

Tell me, have you ever met a beast that could Talk like humans do?

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[Oh, yes! Tail thumps automatically in reply, as if well-pleased to share with him that she has, in fact, met a single one who could speak like a human.

He asks, and her thoughts immediately, blithely, go to Rocket, but then she stills, all solemn suddenly. Perhaps their raccoon fellow refugee would be unhappy to know he lit up in her mind when this young man spoke the word inquired about "beasts" with human speech, but while she's met sparrows who could talk too, they weren't usual sparrows you'd find in a tree: they were the size of people, a race all their own. Not unlike Vorin, who possibly could be considered as someone else she's met like this, but Rocket and Vorin are different from her, incredibly similar to humans, almost more like humans than the animals they resemble.

She's odd from them in that she's not human at all herself, but even between the god and wolf, not half and half, but both existing within her in the same amount of quantity, she behaves more like a wolf, not inclined to ignore her instincts, but still thinks like the Mother she's always been. Sometimes the wolf is driven to certain mannerisms because of the mother's heart, and sometimes the mother becomes aggressive, or vicious because of the wolf's. They coexist, no more or less than the other. But Rocket and Vorin… they wear clothes, they use tools, they seem to have some grasp on human-created society.

With small sigh, partial whimper, her head tilts—she isn't sure how to specify she's met a raccoon who speaks, and prefers mobility on two legs to four, and is oh-so much like a human, but perhaps it'll be enough for Edmund to know she's met at least one being like this.]

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Ah, so you have.

[ The specificity might have been nice, but Edmund is content with the knowledge that it's possible in other worlds outside of Narnia — indeed, he might even be pleased to know that it could happen in this world. But for now, the simple actions and reactions she's giving him is enough.

With Rocket, and Vorin... if he's lucky he might find out the rest later. ]

Well, in Narnia, most of the creatures can talk. The birds, canines, cats... you name it. They live in harmony with humans, and other magical creatures like the satyrs and the nymphs. [ His smile turns wistful. ] It was a beautiful place.