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❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.
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... 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 _____!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? 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? OOC
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Oh, okay.
[ He'd been persistent before, but, incredibly, her level of edgelord manages to penetrate his thick skull and make him wonder if maybe, just maybe his presence isn't a shining beacon among her otherwise drab life. Maybe she actually doesn't want to talk to him, and won't want to even once she realizes just how great he is.
It's hard to believe. ]
That's intense. [ He murmurs, the tone she'd taken when speaking about believers not sitting well with him. ] What happened?
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Her judgemental glower remained on her face, even as she went over the options in her head. Finally, she would speak once more. ]
You know the story of the Maiden of Orleans, don't you? Jeanne d'Arc? A whole country clung to her for salvation until they ultimately spit on and betrayed her. I am born from that. I no longer hear the voice of the Lord, because he does not exist - he never did. He did not bless that country just as he does not bless mankind. That is what happened.
[ Her words held a strong conviction, one that might have rivaled the actual saint. ]
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These weren't new questions, everyone who questioned faith would ask this—that if God were so merciful, how could he wreak such suffering. ]
That's not...
[ ...how the story goes. Because of course he knows it, having dutifully attending Sunday school after mass with the rest of his siblings, dropping into the classes even after his Confirmation.
But the protest seems weak. Weaker still now that he's here, though he'd never wavered back home. Here, the knowledge that the people of this planet worship a space station and a fake story sits uncomfortably in his stomach, and the idea that his home—universe and all the knowledge carried therein was just a speck among the scope of multiple dimensions that existed. ]
Okay. You... that's understandable.
[ There's not much else he can say, wondering if he should protest but finding no fighting spirit in himself. ]
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Exploiting a shaky resolve was one of her absolute favorite pastimes. It was unfortunate (for him) that he had crumbled so easily. It gave her the perfect opening to attack his faith. ] Ufufufu. Have something to say? [ Her tone was somewhat taunting as she continued. ] That's not what happened, are the words you want to escape your lips, but something prevents you from doing so.
[ A wicked grin as she pulled back a bit. ] You aren't wrong you know. That holy woman did burn, and even then she would not denounce the word of the Lord. She believed in all of that sacrosanct garbage until her last dying breath.
[ This was probably a lot for a normal human to take in, and yet Jeanne Alter showed no signs in stopping her verbal assault. ] I am not her, though. Think of me as someone in her likeness, split off from her womb at the time of her death. Someone who never heard the voice of some ridiculous entity who does not exist, or if he did, has surely forsaken mankind. Humans, believers or not, are not blessed, they never were. They simply use it as a way to explain their immoral and terrible deeds. And what, the "Almighty" just looks the other way? [ Sort of a hypothetical question. ]
Christ, they should at least take responsibility for their actions! [ Eyes settled on him one more after her passionate display. Her unsettling smirk remaining. ] Tell me...do you believe in God?
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He digs his metaphorical heels in when she poses that question at him. ]
Yeah, I do. [ He pushes back, leaning forward when she steps closer to him, a troubled frown on his lips. ] Hey, if something happened to you, to make you so angry, that's up to you. But it'll be a waste for you to fight me on it.
[ JJ's a control freak, and he spent a lot of his career fighting to form and expression own opinions and ideas, as insignificant as they were in the grand scope of everything there. But it's always been difficult to sway his opinion, especially from a position of arrogance or antagonism.
Plus, there's something about this that he doesn't understand. ]
What do you mean you were born from her death? What are you, a spirit? Is that why you're so bad with people?
[ Kind of like, Casper the Friendly Ghost Alter. ]
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A wicked grin stretched across her face as she canted her head, curious and amused at his tenacity. Though she certainly expected more than the light change of subject he offered.
A snarl seemed to move to her face, and before she could protest, he had moved on to again ask about her origins. ] I haven't burned your ears off, you do still have them. Christ! Do you not listen?
[ Moving away from him, she cast him a dark glower. She very well did not want to admit to being that woman's shadow, and he had thrown out the spirit word first. If he could accept such a thing, she would be happy to leave it at that, even more so if it would get him off her back. ] Tch, yes. A spirit. A terrible, vengeful spirit here to expose the truth of the one that would be called God!
[ Uhh, well, Halloween wasn't that far away, now was it? ]
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[ Maybe a strange piece of advice(?) to give to someone so set in tearing down what he believes in. But oddly enough, it's easier to handle her if he thinks of her as a spirit—just a bad whisper to be overcome in the journey of faith; an obstacle rather than a person.
Feeling like he's gained some of his footing back, he leans back as he regards her, curious. ]
So what do you do when you're not out and exposing the truth?