❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.

[natha]

ORIGINAL POST

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you’ve made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren’t expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you’d help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Olympia REP points HERE. TRAVEL LIGHT     You're really lucky, new refugee. Because of the efforts of those that came before you, your own descent into El Nysa will be quick and relatively painless. You get to reap the benefits of others' experience. Those that came before you are all well-versed in the art of teleportation now, and descending into El Nysa is simply a concentrated thought away. A teleporter has been placed in the common areas to help the new refugees descend, but for this first time, you're going to need a little guidance. You're going to need to take the hand of someone who has been on El Nysa for a while now and learn the ropes. Hold on tight, Refugee, and don't be afraid when the blinding light hits you. The actual journey will feel like a sudden whiplash— painless, but sudden, and maybe a little nauseating. Keeping your balance may be difficult, and it’s possible you might end up toppling onto your poor partner. Hopefully you’re at least thankful. You have landed in a back alley in the Residential District of Olympia. HOME SWEET HOME     Immediately, you notice that everything you've been told about El Nysa is true. There are people of all races here, and although no one bats an eye at your appearance as you enter the district, a member of the Royal Guard asks for your passport. They have a keen eye, and can tell that although you may be a new refugee to their city, they've never seen you before. Certain rumors of an outside force making preparations to do some major damage has them particularly on edge. It's a good thing the Orbiters made sure you have an Olympian passport ready to go. You present it, and with a small nod, the Guard says nothing more and slaps a patch on your chest; to your surprise, it reads: Hello! My name is ________________! I am in House #___! Are you my housemate? ... No matter how much you try, there's no removing this sticker. "It'll come off tomorrow," says the guardkeep. "Lots of refugees here, limited housing. It's an easy way to get to know the people you're living with. Though, if you ask me, why are we accepting so many foreigners when so many want to watch this city burn? Well, I don’t give the orders." If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change: Secretly, I _____, _____, and _____! What are yours? There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere. AGAIN. It may be a good idea to get situated in your new home and set down some ground rules with your roommates. There is also, of course, much of Olympia to explore. FLONA COVE     Word around the city is that one very cute and enthusiastic Olympian, You Watanabe, has been asking around earnestly for the nearest place to find some coastal fun. It didn't take long before a few locals pointed her in the direction of Flona Cove. Maybe it’s a good idea to check out the area. There are only a few more days left of summer, after all. Even if you're not the beach type, exploring a new area certainly can't hurt your understanding of El Nysa. Flona Cove is just a quick train ride away. BEACH PARTY: Chances are, you've heard about the beach party being organized by You Watanabe, whether it be from her directly or someone who knows her. A lot of careful planning has gone into it, and it looks like a great time, so why not check it out? Full speed ahead towards a great time! There's plenty of food for everyone, and plenty of watermelons that need splitting! 1. Various food vendors from around Flona Cove have agreed to offer free food for the new refugees, and they line the shoreline near the harbor, enthusiastically offering goodies such as seafood kabobs, ice cream, fresh fruit (including whole watermelons!), and hot dogs. You Watanabe herself has a grill where she’s cheerfully serving up her trademark "Niceoodles" yakisoba as well as other Japanese food like takoyaki and rice. What makes her noodles so nice? It’s obviously the cheerful smiley-face sun drawn on the omelette. In exchange, the chefs and vendors only ask that you spread the word, though most of them have buckets for donations if you want to help chip back in. After the party is all done, however, there seem to be plenty of dishes that need doing, all in a big pile. You herself is working on getting through the mountain of dishes, but maybe you could lend a hand? 2. It's just not a beach party without the traditional watermelon splitting! For those of you who don't come from modern Japan on Earth, it might be perplexing at first seeing the literal mountain of watermelons grown with the help of Keyleth, another recent Olympian. If the bat-like sticks and blindfolds next to them don’t explain the purpose, though, you might just sit back and watch as a brave competitor sets a watermelon on the sand, ties a blindfold around their eyes, and has people start yelling at them which way to go. They consider the shouts of the crowd, take a swing... and strike nothing but sand. Perhaps you can do better? There are beach activities galore. Now's the time to build the sandcastle of your dreams or play a game of beach volleyball. Maybe you're brave enough to surf the waves, or you’d just like to enjoy a swim. Mom friends who just want to lounge in the sun and read a book while working on their tan are welcome too, of course. BENEATH THE SURFACE: 1. Diving beneath the waters in Flona Cove yield a whole new world on its own. Rent a scuba suit and take a trip to explore the corals, and you may even be lucky enough to run into a playful school of dolphins. Be careful-- they tend to get carried away and will happily drag swimmers for a wild ride. 2. You might want a boat for this scuba adventure, unless you're a strong swimmer. Venture deeper into the ocean, farther away from the coast, and adventurers will find some interesting stuff. Two miles southwest of the harbor, deep, deep into the watery abyss, lies a shipwreck. Exploring through the various rooms of the ship yields a few knick-knacks here and there-- rusted spare parts, cracked tea sets... a surprisingly well-preserved pin-up painting of Koralle? The real treasure awaits for those who have the courage to swim beneath the ship's hull. Here, covered in algae and debris, lies the skeletal corpse of a winged, fanged, clawed beast. This is only a distant memory of its former glory, as nothing but bones are left, but something— something brilliant, catches your eye. Those hundreds of teeth are not bone, but a material so lustrous and pure, it nearly blinds. It will take some work, but with persistence and strength, it is possible to extract a tooth. Those that work in Simwe Institute or The Sanctuary may find it beneficial to take an extra for their boss— this is definitely something that is of interest to study. 3. Olympians love their luxury. There's nothing more luxurious than a secluded lagoon, the water at just the perfect temperature and pristine. This is one of the most sought-after spots for the natives, but when you come across it, it is completely peaceful and empty. For the tourists? Well, this place simply gets overlooked due to its distance from the main beaches. It's also relatively hidden. Soon you start feeling oddly friendly? Cupid’s Pool is also described by the people of Olympia as the touchy-feely pool. It has an inherent property that makes those who soak in it crave physical affection. Chances are you probably wanted to know this before you decided to take a dip, huh? (Please warn for threads appropriately) EARN SOME SILVER     1. While many of the locals came together to offer their hands to provide a bit of entertainment for the surge in tourism, that isn’t to state that they’re fully staffed. Have a few hours to spare? They're willing to pay for your help. Maybe you’re just the cooking champ they needed? The lifeguard who showed up just in time? Or the star salesman at their humble accessory shop so desired? 2. The man who approaches you is even offering more than most of the vendors down the street. Sure, the guy and his entourage look kind of shady, but money is money, isn't it? If you accept, he’ll shove a strange swimsuit or two your way and lead you to the dressing room. What kind of job is this? Modeling, he says. Hopefully you aren’t camera shy! Hey there, hot stuff. I like your look. Or maybe it's your... aura? Either way, I like what you're working with. How about you flaunt what you've got for some fat silver stacks? He also wants to be able to test your charm, and is willing to pay a whopping 400 silver in exchange. He may even ask you to go "talk" (did you hear him say "hit on"?) to a couple of people, and “sell” yourself. Whatever that means... Incidentally, he says he’ll give you a signal once you get a pass. Feels like forever, doesn’t it? 3. Once night begins to fall and the people gradually begin to clear out, you’ll notice something... odd. There are some shady looking people around, and maybe you’ve been hearing whispers all day about a certain "fight club." Initially, no one will tell you a time or location, but if you are persistent, your efforts will pay off. Perhaps in light of helping a vendor clear out their stall or assisting that one Olympian native in distress, they’re willing to tell you a few things about this exclusive club. They explain to you that it’s been a long-standing tradition of Olympia. Secret fight clubs. A place for people to stretch their wings and their fists. Moreover, the pay off seems to be pretty good! Though, they warn you that there are some aggressive competitors out there this time around. Things have been tough politically for a while now, and there is much unrest among the people. What better way to blow off some steam than to beat someone up and make a bit of bank! Fights are not to the death, simply until a knock out, but accidents (and "accidents") do happen. Finding the crowd of people will take some searching, even with directions. They meet along the northern coast of Flona, by following a path leading underground, well away from any civilization. Once you’re there, why not participate? You may find yourself facing off against a fellow refugee. OOC     An AC-eligible thread for 2 OLYMPIAN REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by OCTOBER 15 11:59 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

Comments

[silverhound]

Yeah, so what? Reinhardt might have a few inches on Loz but that doesn't deter him. The youth is an alleged smart-mouthed street punk with bizarrely green eyes that nearly glow in the dim lights. He definitely has an ace up his sleeves somewhere, especially since he seems so at ease despite his opponent's sheer mass.

Mentioning his opponent, did grandpa just charge at him? Oh, goodie! Instead of simple teleporting out of the way like he could've, Loz plants his feet firmly onto the ground and tests his mettle against the old foggie. He uses all of his might to halt that incoming ox with just sheer strength alone. Of course his feet slide somewhat against the sandy ground but Loz manages to stop himself from getting pinned by using that immense might of his.

"N-Not bad!" Loz grunts as he tries to shove the enormous man back. These two are impossibly strong and both itching for a fist fight. Loz doesn't think to activate the Dualhound right now. He doesn't want to fry gramps or cheat. Loz legit wants to test his strength against this overgrown lummox.

"But I can do better, gramps!"

[panzersoldat]

Grandpa did just charge at him and honestly, he didn't know what to expect from it. But it definitely wasn't that. He's actually pretty shocked at the way that ramming into Loz at full speed had only moved the young man back a little bit. Surprised, but at the same time, pleased. More than pleased. He hasn't had this sort of a challenge since he had sparred with a giant gorilla or a couple super soldiers.

The shove back only moves him backwards the same amount that Loz had been moved with his charge. It's like two mountains pushing one another and Reinhardt grins hugely at the feel of that strength. He sets his feet again, one arm moving in front of his body. It's an obvious stance, something a shield user would settle in.

"Can you, little boy? You might be a bit stronger than I thought, but I've faced worse than you. So if you can do better, you best show me." And then he braces, the immovable Crusader, waiting for this boy to attack him.

[silverhound]

A slightly pained grunt escapes Loz once he rolls his right shoulder. This old fart is pretty damn strong! He wasn't all that ready for such strength but that just makes the fight more exhilarating.

"Of course I can!" Loz snarls as he gets ready to charge the behemoth. He takes a moment to toss off his gauntlet before doing so. This is a contest of strength, not a fight to the death. Loz can tell that much considering how the old man didn't pull a weapon him. So just like that, Loz tosses the enormous gauntlet onto the sandy ground with a slight clank. He eases himself into stance before before charging at the old man with all he has.

"FIGHT ME!" Loz roars as he attacks his opponent with a powerful right hook. His punches might not have too much effect on a man like Reinhardt due to the knight's absurd strength but Loz is strong enough to split a man's skull in two. He follows up that jab with a more powerful uppercut that is quickly followed with a swift kick. The old man better be swift or hearty enough to withstand this onslaught.

Loz is fighting for real.

[panzersoldat]

Reinhardt watches that strange gauntlet get tosses and his face splits into a massive grin. "That's the way! We do this with HONOR!!" Because that's what he likes. He likes a fair and honest fight. Not that he wouldn't have gone against this beast of a man with the glove on. But this is so much better. He actually bounces on his heels thinking about just the sort of fight he was going to get. He hasn't had a good hard fight in years.

He might have been too excited because he takes that punch right to the jaw. It's like punching a wall and after that first punch, one foot slides back to brace himself and his opposite arm, his shield arm, comes up to defend. It's habit. He's not fast. Not without his armor. But he's very tough. He braces against the onslaught, those punches enough to actually push him back a little.

"Impressive, little boy!" He calls out over the yells and cheers of the crowd. "You are worthy!" That said, he's not going to just stand and take it anymore. Instead, he takes a swing with his own fist, the punch traveling in a wild arc. It's a distraction from his shield arm pushing forward as well, as if to do a shield bash, though without the barrier, it would be a very thick elbow to the face

[silverhound]

A pained grunt escapes Loz once that elbow slams right into his nose. He's staggered momentarily by the blinding pain but Loz seems to recover quickly. There's no blood despite the direct hit but his vision is a little off now. Everything is all blurry and the corners of his eyes are stinging with unshed tears. While he's slightly off his A-game, Loz can see the old knight just fine. Gramps damn near rattled his brain with that mock shield bash. The silver-haired bruiser actually has to start using his head here.

"Shit, he's strong...!" He mutters to himself as he charges forward with another quick jab. Knowing that strength alone might not work here, Loz keeps lobbing punch after punch in hopes of breaking the man's guard before suddenly sinking low and thrusting a quick leg sweep at the old codger. Loz isn't certain if this will work. Reinhardt is waaaaay bigger than him. Hell, Gramps almost dwarfs him threefold. If this go poorly, Loz might have to scramble away and put some distance between them.

[panzersoldat]

Mein gott! This is what goes through Reinhardt's head as the young man takes his forearm and remains standing. What a beast! What a specimen!! More and more this is starting to become fun. It's been so long, so long since he's had such a scrap.

The younger's punches fall hard and fast. Reinhardt's defenses remain sturdy. This is what he was made for! To stand strong in the face of relentless onslaught. Those punches that come in from his blind side are always the hardest, getting through that wall that is his blocking.

However, it seems Loz has found Reinhardt's biggest weakness. It is not his blind side. He can take a hit. It's his size and his age. He legs might be as strong and sturdy as the rest of him, but the years have not be so kind. Charging around in heavy armor at the age of 60 does a number on one's knees, even if he likes to pretend it doesn't.

He might have been able to brace. To catch that leg if he had known it was coming, but he hadn't been able to read the motions. He starts to go down, toppling like a great tree against a mighty wind. But Reinhardt knows what to do when he falls. If he must go down, he takes someone with him!

His arms grab outward, extending to their fullest reach. Hands as large as Loz's head grabbing towards the younger man to try and get purchase. If he goes down, Loz is going with him! Or at least this is what he hopes. Really hopes, as wreslting had always been his best sport.

[silverhound]

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