❪ 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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[ghettobatman]

It's a mask. Just because you can't see my face doesn't mean I can't see yours.

[It's aesthetics, okay. But as long as she's fine, he's not going to take it personally]

We have more important things to worry about. You need to get somewhere safe.

[ghettobatman]

Yeah, New York. Ever been there?

[It's where all the superheroes slash vigilantes hang out.]

[He bends over to start feeling at the pieces]

Why don't you describe them to me and we can go from there?

[ghettobatman]

You've got an appetite, yeah? That's good -- I'm having a hard time even thinking about eating, myself. After that landing.

[He inclines his head towards Jughead at the observation. Most people don't just come out and say it -- they dance around him like he's fragile. He finds it refreshing]

Yeah, so if I messed up the presentation, I can't tell. [ah, blind humour...!] But that's not stopping you, so I assume it isn't completely terrible to look at.

[ghettobatman]

A little. But I live in New York, so not much can take me by surprise. [Okay Britta Perry]

[If she's coming closer, he'll shift a little to offer her a spot to sit down nearby]

I'm keeping an ear out for anything suspicious, though. If you see anything, just let me know and I'll hit it with this.

[A lame attempt to assuage her fear, maybe. He picks up the cane that was resting near him and raises it slightly for effect]

[ghettobatman]

[Maybe he's just a douchebag that wears sunglasses at night] That's good -- I've never managed to set up a tent properly myself, so I'm impressed by your skill, miss....?

[Obvious fishing for his name]

Don't worry about me, I'll keep plenty warm.

[ghettobatman]

[Yes, she is absolutely forever haunted by douches wearing shades. At least Matt kind of has an excuse (being blind and all), but he's still an asshole]

Impressive.

[He's not going to assume actual magic because he's a muggle, shame on him]

And very welcome. That fire makes a huge difference.

[ghettobatman]

[Gosh, Majima, what a silly reaction, what could a blind man possibly do to hurt you? He's absolutely harmless, definitely. If Matt notices the semi-start he gave the other man, he doesn't comment on it]

I agree. [As much as he'd like to hope for the best] I'm not sure they're in a position to provide it right now, though.

[still, better him down here than Karen or Foggy or Claire. He can't say as much for the rest of the people here]

Matt Murdock, [He offers, by way of greeting. It's the least he can do, after he creeped in out of nowhere]

[mcgillis]

[Break his fuckin' wrist dude.]

Sane individuals don't have to prove otherwise.

[Speaking of insane, it's cold and he's gonna go ahead and start sneaking into Gaelio's sleeping bag rather than spreading his own out and crawling into that. This is easier. His sleeping bag is already taking up a ton off space, and it'll be warmer here rather than there.

He'a also making zero attempt to pull his arm back. It's fine.]

[tub]

[ 두근두근.


still, archer's words mostly fall on deaf ears. especially, as shu is now 100% in the tent, his legs gradually giving out beneath him as he simply slinks down. if anything, while most would have been concerned with the ominous touch to the other male's words, shu doesn't give it that much consideration. even with feeling the off-set of displeasure behind archer's pleasant smile. if anything he just mutters a quiet: ] Tomorrow... [ before,

passing out appropriately. what he truly means is. where's his tent for tomorrow and the day after too??


dude, do you ever just think about how archer just foreshadowed their ai? this is like the actual visual novel. ]

[burglarize]

[ Even if she was not fond of the tartness, she's still drinking it all the same. It was an offer out of kindness, and she'd be a jerk to deny it. ]

Mmhphm — but tart can be gross if it's too much.

[ Her eyebrow perks curiously at his comment. She looks at the bottle, inspecting it as if there's some hidden label to it. Whatever he means by it, it was a coy slip of the tongue. ]

Lemme guess — you totally drank these on epic battles like some video game character? [ She's 1: trying not to project and 2: has been around Futaba too much. She takes another sip. ] It's a miracle it survived the drop, though.

[vacuum]

[ He has a retort in mind, and he would be using it if not for her sudden warning and the way she abruptly punches ... the glass with her bare hands. ] Oi!

[ With his quick reflexes, Chuuya manages to jump out of the way in the nick of time, avoiding the flying glass shards. He stares, stunned for a second that someone could be so reckless. While he ... has been known for the same recklessness, at least he's trained his body well enough to take it. He's assuming she hasn't. ]

Sheesh. You're a real idiot. [ If she had waited a few more minutes and let him properly harass her, he might have opened the latch for her in the end. He was actually planning to, because he doesn't have enough of a grudge against her to leave her trapped inside when freeing her is so easy. ]

It's glass, you know ... [ Glass is sharp. Her hand's probably not okay, and he glances at it to see if his guess is correct. ]

[vacuum]

[ this is a gen thread why am i being harassed

In Japan they don't call acquaintances by their first names but that isn't important enough for him to bring up. Everyone called him 'Chuuya' back then, anyway. ]

Yeah. [ Since there's no one else sharing the camp with them, it's probably a good idea to get to know her. ]

What made you join the military? From what I know, not a lot of girls want to.

nothing is more beautiful

[quivers]

[ She watches the gradual build, seeing the the thought process of panic through the constant shift of his eyes. All through it, she keeps emotion out of her own face as best as she's able, simply watching, even as the amusement of it eventually gives way to the formation of a satisfied smile.

When he catches on, she finally breaks, snorting into hearty laughter. ]

I'm sorry, that was too good to pass up. You were really freaking there for a second, weren't you?

hey i hate captcha but i hate overflow more

[burglarize]

Yeah — it's really weird to explain but I promise I'm not some nutjob. My — uh, friends — all had them. It was kind of like having a superhero that you can summon...?

[ Okay, she sounds like a nutjob. But, as Ann stands up and Carmen suddenly fades from her large, spiritual form into, well, nothing... she looks to 76 with a small smirk. It was a confidence boost but Carmen, in her opinion, was her better half. ]

She's the only way I'm able to heal. I owe like — everything to her.

[ascertain]

Hmmm... nope! Apology not accepted.

[ It doesn't get much blunter and ruder than that-- assuming that everything of hers was on display including her tent with a sign that said 'no one allowed' was just too much for her to forgive, considering a witch isn't very forgiving in the first place. ]

Try again, get out, or suffer the consequences.

[ascertain]

Go ahead and do it. Let's see what a Seraph really is!

[ascertain]

I am Lambdadelta, Witch of Certainty. There's a lot of other things that comprise my title, but I'm getting tired of throwing it all around, so I'll leave it at that.

[ So she thinks she won't be any help for trying to go home, huh... ]

Regardless of our benevolent captors, don't you think we, as a group, should be organizing ourselves to find out more? I mean, we don't have all the information yet and we have no reason to believe we'll be given all of it!

[circulets]

... It won't be as impressive as you're assuming, but I'll show you a little of what my artes do.

[ He lifts a hand, staff appearing from seemingly no where - it's then that he aims at a tree, two streams of water hitting it quickly. He lowers the staff then, looking to Lambdadelta once more. ]

Well, that's just what basic water artes can do.

[underwhelms]

[ Stepping back, he looks up at the sky, only a few pods coming down now as the last wave of refugees descend. They're not particularly close together—JJ supposes he can at least thank Darma for that much consideration—so honestly, JJ doesn't think they're in too much danger of being flattened any time soon.

But that also means that JJ can't really get a sense of camaraderie by walking over to anyone else that's had the pleasure of being hurtled through the air like a tennis ball.

He keeps watching though, until the sky is clear and blue, and then he clutches his pack as he frowns at the other teen's back. ]

Hey, isn't that enough?

[ Despite being someone usually bursting with energy, JJ's already drained by the experience. He needs a moment to process everything that's just happened, but he also isn't in the mood to do it alone. ]

[ofobedience]

[Made personal indeed, made precious. One small point of familiarity in a sea of alien strangeness, and it's something he'll hold on to throughout all this. Just the tiniest thing, in the midst of lost worlds and chaos and confusion, but it always has been the smallest things that he's learned to cling to. All he's ever had.

And so he laughs softly as he walks away, dismissal in the sound, despite that there's that odd tugging in him, a bright sensation behind the ribs and a confusion that prickles along his Spine because once again, concern for his wellbeing is the very last thing he expects to find. Either here, or anywhere else.

He'll remember it, though. He will.]

Tschüss.

[He responds in kind, and with that he walks off into the smoke and the noise, in search of more sealed pods to pry open.]

((OOC: Aaaah we can say she came to find him for sure and helped him with some people! He'd even like it. And if he had any idea she finds anything about him charming he'd be bemused and flattered at the same time. He's used to people thinking he's worthless or offputting ahah ;;))

[ofobedience]

[And Giovanni, in turn, likely feels hotter than most, what with the buzz and thrum of kinetic energy that had just burned through his blood, his bones. With the way Kerberos always and ever rages within him.

Briefly, he eyes the other being with something like steady appraisal-- he feels like stone rather than flesh, so cool to the touch is he, and once again there's the vague light of curiosity in him. Wondering just what this man could be. But just like before, he lets it go almost as quick as the thought arose, as ever too lost in his own concerns to linger too long on anyone else's.]

I'll say.

[he shrugs, releases his hold on Edward. Glances about at the chaos raining down around them.]

But I suppose it's why they sent me down so early. I can survive it. Although how much use I'll be beyond that, I really can't say.

[He can't catch any falling pods. But he can at least open them. Carry those within to safety.]

[unchainedwolf]

Oh.

[He's....actually somewhat surprised by that. Normally elves (which he still thinks she is) would go for the healing first and traditional means second.]

If it's quick then so be it.

[juniberries]

[Buddy you shouldn't ASSume.]

It will be quick.

[Not that she's a professional healer; most intensive healing is either thanks to magic or the healing pods on the Castle-ship, but a simple patch up is just that. Simple.

She feels weird touching a stranger, though, so as she does take some medical supplies out, she motions a bit to the side of her face, in reference to his.]

If you could bend forward a bit and move your hair aside, I'll be able to assess the damage and clean it up.

[exorion]

[to yonder overflow]

[cacoethical]

"A pleasure to meet you too, Claire." In spite of himself, there's this habit. Be polite, smile, use someone's name whenever possible but not to excess. He learned his manners at the seat of the best: the deeply unmannerly, from whom he needed something. From whom, in fact, he'd needed everything, and for a very long time. It's easy to break it out under duress, even now.

That isn't, of course, to say that the phrase is hollow: it isn't. He's plenty glad to meet her. The fact that he can summon more than a quantum of charm, even given how frightened he clearly is, probably says more about him than he intends it to, however. This does not, of course, occur to him -- he nods his blessing and watches her go, thumbs tracing over the places her hands had touched his as though he suspects himself somehow changed.

He waits, too -- with a minimum of fidgeting, even, perched obediently in the same spot in which she left him when she does return.

"You know, I've accomplished a lot of unfortunately impressive things in my life. Not sure I'd put it past myself. Impressively unfortunate?" He sketches a little gesture in the air with his forefinger, back and forth, and furrows his brow. What's the best order here? Both options are their own sort of true, really. "Although I confess that in spite of an astonishing penchant for making only mistakes it's all worked out rather well so far."

His attention slips back to the here and now and where he's sitting and who he's talking to and he has the good decency to look faintly sheepish. "More or less."