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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-07-19 04:09 pm

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

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.

Recommended Listening: Alex & TOKYO Rose

PART ONE | PART ONE (overflow) | PART TWO | PART THREE


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[personal profile] illuminating 2017-08-12 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
In her private communication to him, she hums to affirm what he's spoken. Audibly, it produces as a short, fleeting whimper.

I misunderstood what you might be. Will you forgive me for that?
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[personal profile] songofdeneir 2017-08-12 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is an honest mistake to make. I cannot imagine what I must feel like so someone who can sense such things." He says as he's actively trying to suck all that darkness deeper so it's not radiating.

"I cannot blame you for acting as you had."
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[personal profile] illuminating 2017-08-15 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Will you be afraid if I come closer?

Slowly, but entirely, her ears start to dip back to the fur of her neck. Natural body language lining up with her thoughts; wolf trying to appear less intimidating, passive.
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[personal profile] songofdeneir 2017-08-16 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. "As long as you feel comfortable in doing so, I do not mind at all."

I could use the company, in truth. He says with a soft sigh as he runs a hand over his face, curious if she can understand him as he can her.
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[personal profile] illuminating 2017-08-20 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Even this manner of communicating isn't often used by her. The remaining gods she split out of herself are hanging in the stars, waiting for her to come collect them, to return to their mother. Every last celestial from the home she once knew has been slaughtered, and she hasn't heard their voices or given hers to them in two hundred years. Issun, talks to her and for her plenty, but even with him, she finds herself—by his accusing her of spacing out, which isn't completely incorrect—growing more silent than she already is in the physical sense. Her mind takes to sea currents itself, like anyone else.

Cadderly will find the absence of her felt-words, but all the same, she responds to what he's spoken verbally, raising up, and stretching her forelegs long with a dragging groan. The wolf letting all the tension of before easily drift away, and once she's standing full, she's utterly lax, the air around her casual. Then, he gets the standard greeting: damp, cold nose bumping his fingers, knuckles next, while animal circles him in her natural, curious investigation.

Were you, perhaps, possessed? her head coming out from around his other side to look up at him, the rest of her standing behind his back. It's her obligation to ask this.
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[personal profile] songofdeneir 2017-08-22 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Cadderly is quiet as he holds his hand up to her so she can inspect as she wishes. His own nerves seem to have abated as well, leaving him in that languid aftermath of spent emotion. He's clearly exhausted, both from the sudden upheaval of the day and the sudden emotional hit. Chaos is not something he'd ever been able to take well, but this is the first time he had to had to handle it alone.

He never wanted to have adventures. It won't break him, but he can feel the weight pressing on him.

Grey eyes turn to her as she comes around the other side of him. It would be a lie to say he didn't want to run a hand through her fur, but he assumes it would be incredibly rude to lay his hands on her uninvited, so he keeps them folded in his lap.

"No, it nothing like that. It has no mind anymore." He chews his lip as he searches for a way to explain. "I fought a great evil, but I knew that I could not destroy it. I was able to strip the power from the monster but.. magic everywhere was failing or... possibly changing?" He's clearly unsure of the reason. "Even in pieces I could not entirely destroy it, so I bound it's power within me, and confined it's form within a ward that-"

He pauses, that sinking feeling hitting him again.
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[personal profile] illuminating 2017-08-23 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, she wouldn't mind it, but as she cannot read his mind and as he's behaving so reserved, she feels reluctant to badger him for attention the same way she has others. This isn't likely to last, whether tonight or another time. She's too much of a glutton, and she's not the same patient, dignified being she used to be.

Although, an argument could be made that she was never as dignified as she seemed. That having people fear and despise her, and being violently run off, sometimes enduring their anger to give them an outlet, as it was all she could do at that time long ago, is much the reason for her unabashedly soaking up any affection life has to offer her. See, she'd loved them from above, with no sense of physical affection without a corporeal form for such a long time, and it was definitely a blow to her heart to have to go to earth, to have to soak up their pain, because she could not answer the one prayer they desperately needed answered, and they did not understand who and what she was.

Maybe she's making up for lost time, in a sense.

At the least, for the moment, when she goes to sit, he'll find that her side is pressed against him. Just like a dog or a wolf in its own pack has no sense of personal boundaries, liking to be near each other right away. She doesn't growl over what he shares, but she does bristle, and this irritation isn't directed at him. It bothers her that, favored by a god or not, a higher being didn't help him with the evil he faced off. Or, she supposes she could be mistaken… Maybe they were like her and Nagi, and later his descendent, Susano, helping each other destroy the evil called Orochi.

But to leave him with no other option but to bind the evil inside him. Even to her, it sounds like too much. She's limited in helping him in the way he needs; even Issun points out that she's much weaker than she used to be, and since Darma collected her, she's gotten even weaker, for whatever reason.

It's gentle, but firm, but suddenly he gets a nip to the back of his hand, a means to draw him out of his distraction. You've got to try to not dwell. Her furry face tilts at him with a huff. Dwelling makes gravity more intense.

Perhaps it's a strange way for her to try to tell him that she thinks thinking about such things too much will only make him feel sadder, or more lost, or heavier, but hopefully, he'll understand.

I'm not sure how well it will work, but if you like I can soothe it? It not being the evil he has confined in him, but whatever it is he's feeling. The weariness, the dread, or any physical pain.