❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[natha]

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 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 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. 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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[ruffboi]

( Continued! )

;__;

[emblazes]

"You don't get to judge that."

Particularly defensive, especially where she's just trying to...figure him out. He doesn't possess any particularly supernatural abilities -- strength-related or otherwise. He's rather not reveal as much at the moment.

"...yeah." Deflated. "You're not even that far yet, so let's...try."

Lowkey insulting people into compliance.

"Other people are still landing, unless you wanna get squashed we should go somewhere else for a while."

It's only a vague concern in his mind -- something he's just drawing into consideration. Had anyone even collided yet? Who knows. He'd like not to be the first. There's an impatient drum of fingers against the capsule's door.

[courtintrigue]

takes you to overflow!

[burglarize]

[ Why are Personas this way.

Ann listens to and tries to choose her words wisely. They've been secretive for so long about who they were — but it was easy now. The Phantom Thieves weren't any significant force. The army they found themselves in was full of people with powers so they were just dime a dozen. Their Personas just another power that made no sense to others. Ann didn't feel a target on her back, but it was hard to feel comfortable blurting things out so bluntly. ]

Right, different worlds... [ She repeats, sighing heavily. She opens her mouth to say something but he's mentioning similar skills and immediately: ] Wait! Hold - hold on!

[ It's almost a comedic burst of energy. ]

Are you saying you have a Persona?!

[ ding ding ding. ]

[valcurie]

( Standing there, she offers a smile through what she's sure will be her last wave of nausea. The bleeding is staunched as well, the cut behind her ear already closing from what she can feel, the itch of skin knitting back together hard to completely ignore. To him she also gestures with her hand, in lieu of nodding or shaking her head any more than she strictly has to. )

Mein herzlicher Dank Giovanni. ( She says, and though she's been defaulting mostly to English here because so much of it seems to be getting translated anyway, these words are spoken from a core place of who she is, a human Swiss doctor who's actually quite fragile, but rarely the one who's shown what she considers kindness. Maybe because she's never the one in danger, or because she's seen as responsible and a reassuring source of strength for her allies, it's an uncommon experience to receive so much concern. Mercy can't help be moved to reciprocate it. )

Well. If you were strong enough to hard carry me for a few minutes, I could watch over you. But ah, what good is a nauseated guardian angel? ( She laughs at that, and this is all meant as a joke. There's not much she can offer him other than levity at the moment. One last smile, as she tilts her head too. ) And you take care of yourself as well. I will feel poorly if I wasn't there to patch you up, whether your body can take care of itself or not!

[luxuriant]

Huh?

[Wait... he didn't volunteer! It catches Zelos so off guard, though, that he hesitates, stumbles over his words, and scratches at the side of his face.]

Uhh, I mean... I guess I could take a look. [Damn it, how did he get roped into doing work?] Which one was it again?

[luxuriant]

Seriously? That was the hardest impact, wasn't it? Geez... You must be built like a rock, even if you don't look like it.

[He probably doesn't have to be rude about it, but it just sort of comes out that way.] Actually, you don't look that old, either.

[luxuriant]

Well, it must be because you had awesome people like me out there healing everyone up! There were more than a handful of people who were stuck in those things, you know.

[He just has to start talking himself up, like that will detract from him actually being useful here.] It's not too bad, if I do say so myself. I think everyone did make it.

[luxuriant]

[Probably some nerd who can possibly tell that Dylas is a horse and not a dog boy, but you know, that's fine. Zelos is trying not to look at the tail, since he's so distracted by the ears and by this guy following him.

His shoulders slump a little at the words.]

Why am I being punished for doing a good thing, huh? Can't you just be like everyone else and say "I owe you one" and be done with it?

[luxuriant]

Suit yourself, tough guy. Wouldn't wanna wound your pride in the process, right?

[Zelos snickers even as he's shoved past, and stares after Sanzo. It seems like he's not going to keep following him now, but he can bet he doesn't just disappear that easily. They'll run into each other again.]

Let's see how worse off you end up because of it! If you end up dead, it's not on me.

[luxuriant]

[That clearly gets to Zelos too, since he hesitates just long enough to frown his direction in this put off way, but he's trying to brush it off by waving his hand in the air.]

Don't get delusional on me, old man. There's no way your old face could compete with mine. [He ducks back into this pod to see if there's anything else in here worth keeping.]

[luxuriant]

Hmmm... Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

[And of course he's going to "not get it" as rudely as possible.] Descendant deschmendant, who cares, anyway?

[luxuriant]

Chuu—

[He doesn't think to look to the sky, so Zelos is quickly going into some sort of panic as he stumbles to his feet and tries to look around for him. He's extra bruised and dirty now, but he's nowhere near as hurt as he could have been, but none of that matters right this second.

...Until Chuuya literally descends from the heavens and makes Zelos falter in his steps.]

What the— [A glance up, then back at him, and then he abandons trying to understand it for the sake of rage.] What the hell were you thinking?! If someone is calling your name, answer them, damn it! I thought you got blown to bits!

[luxuriant]

Yeah, yeah! We're all in the same situation, so we should be friends, right? Let's get along. ♥

[He agrees with peace and friendliness! He rolls out the sleeping bag right next to where he is, for now.] Thanks again.

[luxuriant]

Haha, what else would you do? You got some stories behind that?

[Tell him what all these weird aliens do instead of handshakes, please. But he'll reach out and accept this one in a firm handshake.] It's Zelos, by the way. Zelos Wilder.

[burglarize]

[ To Ann, it was a lot more glamorous for others. There's an underlining bitterness that her outfit manifests in such a way — fired up with the lust of the Palace she found herself awakening in. It's a battle she can't really fight, but she reluctantly puts up with. As long as she can summon Carmen and help out, she'll live.

As Yusuke mentions his own perception, she waves him off. ]

Yeah! It doesn't matter about how tired or overwhelming it was, it was your chance to find out that voice that was calling for you. Real poetic, don'tcha think?

[ She knows that Yusuke is interesting — where he sees art, maybe she doesn't. Where she sees motivation, maybe he doesn't. She values all of her friend's feelings, so she doesn't push the subject too hard when the time isn't right. ]

Yusuke... [ Her eyes soften at his offering, her bottom lip trembling juuuust slightly. She's been so overwhelmed with everything and the fact that she's been alone for a few hours doesn't help. ] Fine. Fine.

[courtintrigue]

Sorry for the wait! Sending us to overflow.

[burglarize]

[ look, it's a long story. ]

I know that. It's not like I have much of a choice! [ If she wants to summon Carmen, she means. But — that will come soon, is Kotetsu doing the Dad Thing and making her tense up a bit. ] I'm Wave 2 for a reason, I have to help you guys and the rest of the people landing.

[ Kotetsu, she has a job to do! She looks up, feeling infinitely younger and more inexperienced — even just the tiniest gesture was something that inspires her to try harder. ]

I can't do that, though! If I just leave — what if you'll need support, huh? You guys got the hardest part of all this!

[emblazes]

[His brows slope into a bit of a furrow; that's strange to hear -- all things considered. Considering his undertaking as a paladin, anyway. From that, he'll just infer that she's never heard of Voltron (or Zarkon) instead of creating a more dismal scene (in his mind, anyway).]

I don't remember needing to be brought here.

[The furrow remains, for different reasons now.]

...You can keep that.

[Motioning to the robe in her hands with his chin.]

[mcgillis]

[Listen. He's being polite.]

Right.

[As much of a backstabber shitstain he is, it's hard for him to delve into conspiracy theories so early on...which may or may not be odd, but if these aliens were preparing to double cross them in some way, they shouldn't have gone through the trouble of saving them.

But the stasis unit could definitely be a means of blackmail. Future blackmail. Or something used as enticement...

But anyway, Gali, what the fuck do you want.]

[underwhelms]

[ Like most people, JJ doesn't appreciate being manhandled and told to get out of the way like he's some kind of child. Though really, Edward has a point. Whoever this is, this black-eyed, angry person in front of him, they obviously have better control of the situation that JJ does. JJ, who is just a human, with no super strength or accelerated healing. On a good day, he'd just sit back and let Edward do all the work.

It's not a good day though, and instead he's riled up from the rocky descent, agitated and annoyed at being dismissed without even being given a chance.

He shoves back, eyes narrowing and not necessarily angry yet, but on the brink of it. ]

Chill. I'm not a toddler, it's not exactly cloudy skies up there. I can keep an eye out for falling pods just fine.

[ And if he doesn't, then— ]

You're the one that looks all beat up, maybe you should sit down for a bit.

[ladya]

[ continued here! ]

[ladya]

[ continued here! ]

[smithandwesson]

(The Escape From Captcha Hell Is Here)

[fakers]

I'll remember that.

[ can't just let a debtor run off. ]

Archer. So you know who to make the check out to. [ not that checks are really a thing here.. probably. ]