❪ 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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archer ↣ third wave

[fakers]

DESCENT.

[ while the landing was hardly pleasant, archer was accustomed to rougher treatment than a simple freefall from law orbit in a tiny, unprotected death trap. hm, actually, on second thought, perhaps he really wasn't accustomed to worse things than this.

but that hardly mattered. he frees himself of his own pod easily enough - a simple reinforcement of his legs was enough to generate the force needed to break free. upon emerging from his pod, he was quick to get a survey of his surroundings. clearly, others had arrived before him, and were already at work trying to help those that had come after. typical... of course everyone around him would happen to be a do gooder.

but all the same, he turns his attention back upwards as well. catching one of these things from orbit isn't exactly in his job description... but he can immediately think of a dozen tricks that could help make make the next landing a bit smoother. ]

What a bother... [ all the same, he uses his enhanced vision to try to get a sense of which pods might be travelling a bit faster than others; once he ascertains a target, he quickly makes his way to get underneath it, chanting under his breath all the while. i am the bone of my sword. upon getting in position, he extends a hand upwards, projecting a rather pyrotechnical display in the sky that manages to stop a pod in mid air, slowly its descent as he slowly dispels each layer of the shield one by one.

if he decides the fall was cushioned well enough, he simply moves on without checking on its inhabitant. but in the few cases where he didn't quite stick the landing, he'll bother to approach and pry the door off a pod. ] Hm... I guess you're still in one piece.

BEARINGS, AND THE GATHERING THEREOF.

[ once the chaos of earlier has subsided, archer will take some time to scavenge through the supplies... mostly to find small things that could prove useful. rather than keep them to himself though (mostly since he really doesn't need any of these supplies), he'll go around to redistribute them to anyone who doesn't seem to have anything.

a tent here, and a sleeping bag there. if anyone questions why he's doing it, he simply shrugs and offers some terse condescending comment before continuing to move along his way.

later on, once that's all been taken care of, he simply takes residence up in a tree, keeping an on their surroundings. he doesn't need rest himself, though he is a bit drained from his repeated projections earlier in the day, but there's no telling what kind of threats might be out there. while people are sleeping, he'd rather be keeping watch.

for his own peace of mind, of course. not because he cares about anyone or anything .]

bearings

[ladya]

[ After the darkness of the night draws to the early hours past midnight, Aranea gives up chasing an uneasy slumber and climbs out of the tent, slowly and quietly, as to not to disturb the sleeping forms nestled around her. Straightening her body, she peers through half-lidded eyes somewhere in the horizon to see an ever watchful shadow.

As the dragoon approaches him and the tree the man lurks beneath, she is now dressed in appropriate garb largely due to this guy's distribution of vital supplies. Aranea stops next to him, and states what she imagines is the obvious. ]

You should go to sleep. [ She really hopes that he'll take her up on her offer. Even one hour of rest's better than none. ] Let me take over the watch.

[fakers]

[ admittedly, part of the reason he'd found a secluded spot away from the tents was that he intended to be left alone. so it's a little surprising that someone actually managed to come out and find him, let alone someone he remembers from earlier on in the day when he was dispensing supplies.

she isn't entirely wrong... he really could use some sleep, even if he didn't strictly require it. ]

I appreciate your concern, but I don't require sleep. [ he doesn't really want to get into the specifics much, but... ] And before you insist that everyone does, I'm not quite the same as "everyone." [ so to demonstrate, his body simply goes incorporeal for a few seconds, before reappearing. he had considered hiding the fact that he wasn't human, but what was the point here? others with abilities had already been able to ascertain as much earlier in the day. ] See?

[ladya]

[ She hasn’t taken into much consideration of his feelings — honestly, Aranea was hoping to be alone as well. Not that there’s anything actively stopping her from leaving him alone and going somewhere else that surrounds the periphery of the site, where she can ponder the day’s events in peace, but his sudden transparency does spark some interest. And so, she sticks around to bother him some more. Oh joy.

After whatever that display of power he just showed her actually was, Aranea falls into a pregnant silence before commenting. ]

Anecdotal, but seems it’s pretty common to apart of the freak show. [ Not bothering to provide further elaboration on that… ] Still. Unless you’re some kinda all-powerful god, even special snowflakes need to kick back n’ relax every one and awhile.

[fakers]

[ he can't really disagree with that... he's already seen more than his fair share of odd beings here, some that probably blow his little carnival tricks out of the water. it's a bit unnerving... but not something he's entirely unused to, either. ]

I suppose so. [ a shrug. ] But while I'm hardly a god, I'm not something that needs sleep either. Keeping watch like this is more than enough for me to recover.

[ that's at least partially true... the real answer is far more complicated than anyone would ever care to hear. ]

gathering thereof.

[tub]

[ why is archer actually the santa claus of the descent log???


did you ever think of this while you wrote this prompt??? still, when archer delivers the tent, shu merely stares at him. if he notices, shu seems perfectly comfortable with sleeping on the hard, cold, soil. his clothes still tattered, and basically... not a single supply to his name. he almost seems perfectly keen and ready to let archer claus go on his merry way, but suddenly... he speaks. ] ...

I don't need it. [ he releases a sigh. ] It's too troublesome to put together.

[fakers]

[ it's canon? don't try to call me out?

he really hasn't been paying attention to what he's been giving to who; if anything, he's just in a hurry to get it distributed to people that seem to useless to gather their own things. in this case, it's this dude too busy trying to look cool to take care of himself. ]

Don't be a fool, shelter is a valuable commodity right now. There's no telling what the temperature might drop too in the night. [ a sigh. ] If you're simply saying you can't put one together, that's another matter altogether.

[tub]

[ this and that are two totally different cases and you know it??

if archer was looking for "useless," then it's fortunate, because he just found it. as the epitome of lazy and incapable of doing anything on his own (including, getting dressed), he seems perfectly comfortable with laying there, even through archer's complaints. ] Heh. [ it's more of a drawn out sound, as he gives 1/14th of a shrug, because a full shrug would take approximately 200 units of energy that he does not have to spare.

but, he does have enough to say: ] Are you planning to become my mother?

[ ... ] Besides, who even knows how to put one together? [ is this common knowledge??

he didn't need one in the arctic tundra as he fought polar bears, so he doesn't need one now. but, is he going to properly communicate this? of course not. ]

[fakers]

[ the "mother" comment is so petty and out of left field that it should obviously be completely ignored and given no weight whatsoever.

unfortunately, that's not what happens at all, and for some reason it actually seems to successfully get under this dude's skin. just a little bit. ]

I feel sorry for any mother which such a pathetic child.

[ but despite saying that, he's already started unpackaging the tent materials. ] It's fairly common knowledge... and even if it wasn't, it isn't like it's particularly difficult to figure out. [ he's going to build one just to show you, dude. haha, take that. never mind that archer's just flat out building a tent for this kid now... ]

bearings, the tree

[jewelling]

[ If Archer thought that his good deeds would go unnoticed, then surely he was mistaken. He was fortunate enough to have an attentive (former) master who kept a watchful eye on him while he played “the generous giver”.

She wanted to approach him earlier, the temptation was there, but while he was a mission to see to that everyone had what they needed, Rin was already entangled with her own projects. It would have been too irrespirable at the time nor did the mage wanted to be a hindrance to him.

But once everything was settled and the night finally took over the sky, she managed to track him down. ]

Archer. [ If he was still alerted (which he should be), a familiar call will reach his eardrums while he took shelter.

And just in case her voice wasn’t enough to draw his attention, she kicks the tree with the bottom of her shoe (--not that would make much of a difference because she was no Hercules.). ]

Archer! I know you’re up there! [ She sighs as if she was about to admit to something humiliating. ] I’ve watched you go up there with my own eyes…

[fakers]

[ he's just doing his job man, cut him some slack.

of course, he'd been keeping an eye on rin earlier as well. there really hadn't been time for an awkward reunion earlier, so he figured he'd just put it off until rin was ready for one. (realistically, he just figured it'd be super awkward so he's been avoiding it until now, but he has a reputation for being cool and aloof to uphold). ]

Rin. [ he drops down from his perch without any fuss, figuring there's no real point in doing so. she was absolutely correct, after all. ]

There's no need to be so loud. I can hear you clearly. [ he glances at the tree, then her foot, and just lets out an exaggerated sigh. ] I'm not sure what that display was meant to prove, but shouldn't you be using your energy a little more constructively than that?

[jewelling]

[ Look, they’re not even together for a minute and he’s already coming for her.

The sigh alone was enough to stir her emotions into a frenzy. Her teeth gritted showed. As he spoke, the heel of her foot digs deeper into the bark of the tree (once again, It wouldn’t do much.) until she finally releases it and plants her now numb foot back onto the soft ground. ]

Unfortunately for you, Archer [ oh, this is the third time she used his name, he better watch out. ] this is what I call using my time constructively.

[ He was probably right. who knew what laid ahead from this point on. A wise and rational person would leave the redman be, retreat to the campsite, and retire for the night.

But, that was a wise and rational person. Rin was neither of those things, at least not at this very second. ]

I came all the way out here, out of my not-so-comfy bed, to keep you company and this is how you treat me? Why do I even bother?

[ basically, no bully. ]

[fakers]

[ that would imply there is ever a time where he is in rin's presence and not looking out. his tohsaka defenses are on full alert right now.

though it's probably a bit hard to see in the darkness, especially given how he towers over her, he can't help but smile slightly at her indignant comments. she may be good at keeping up her calm and collected guise most of the time, but there's only so long it could last. ]

You should return to your "not-so-comfy" bed and rest. There's no telling what may happen tomorrow.

[ it's a bit condescending, but there's also a hint of concern there. as if to drive that point home, he sighs again before adding: ]

After all, you did well today, Rin. You must be tired.

Santa Clausing!

[21stcenturyguy]

[I'm not saying Santa is shivering violently, but... he totally is. A sleeping bag is kind of a wish come true. Aoi grabs it and unzips it in a few shaky motions so he can wrap himself up in it like a big, fluffy blanket.]

I fuckin' hate the cold.

[He huddles for a minute or two, grumbling about this whole bullshit situation and that alien bitch couldn't've aimed for a nice tropical island, could she before he's warm enough to acknowledge the other silver-haired santa's presence.]

Whatta ya want for this? I ain't got much to trade.

[fakers]

[ all archer takes away from that tirade is that santa appreciates the sleeping bag... they aren't exactly luxury quality, but they're clearly better than nothing. for once, archer appreciates the fact that he can't really feel warmth or cold. not the same way a human can, anyway. ]

It's alright, this wasn't a trade. That wasn't mine to begin with.

[ he was one of those who landed earliest, so gathering goods from the pods after people were recovered from them hadn't been difficult. he wasn't the type to be shaken easily, so he hadn't gone into slight shock like many. ]

Just make good use of it.

[21stcenturyguy]

What, some kind of 'pay it forward' bullshit?

[Aoi rolls his eyes. All that feel-good karma crap was a fairy tale. He curls the blanket tighter around himself.]

If you've got a situation where essential goods are scarce, and you got access to 'em, you can set your own price, you know? That's basic economics, man.

[He probably shouldn't be lecturing the guy who just gave him this nice warm sleeping bag, but he's gonna though.]

bearings

[estimable]

[Only after Merlin goes to sleep does Saber decide it's all right to take a moment to wander away. For now the danger has passed and she's confident if anything happens she'll notice. There are others to look for and Archer's presence does does not go unnoticed.

He should expect her presence eventually, but as she approaches she appears up at the tree features forming a thin line. For a moment she doesn't say anything, but that doesn't last long before the swordsmen calls up:]

Archer.

[fakers]

[ of course, they'd landed in the same wave, so there was no way he'd missed her during the day. but she'd been busy assisting others, and he... well, okay, he'd been doing the same thing, but he'd like to pretend he wasn't.

all the same, he figured there was no sense in advertising their connection. or even the fact that they knew each other. on the station, it hadn't mattered... but now that they were down here, it was difficult to know who was trustworthy.

the station had come under attack... that was why they were down here now. while it was perhaps a bit paranoid, there was no way to know if everyone down here was actually on the same side. ]

Saber. [ he remains up in the tree for a few moments, before hopping down. he was already taller than her to begin with, no reason to rub it in her face. ] Do you need something?

[estimable]

[ The station was in many ways easier to avoid each other if they wanted. Most of her time had been spent in the simulation chambers or the stasis pods. Some of sleeping to store the little mana she had. But in the course of the days events despite everything that happened it's impossible for her to simply ignore the man. There were not many she knew yet and much less fewer she would trust in a battle.

...Even Merlin. Although he'd shown capabilities with his magic his approach to battle was far too young for her liking and he'd yet to show progress in his swordplay.

It was only natural; A lingering desire to check on a former ally or perhaps a fellow Servant? She waits, naturally unbending for him to come down. Because he would address her she knew and is not surprised when he does.]

No, at the moment it seems most of the encampment has managed to find rest. [She allows the words to linger in the moment before adding with just as little hesitation.] You have not seen anything out here?

stop watching people sleep archer smh

[ghettobatman]

[He's not the only one awake and watching other people sleep.]

[Well, watching in a manner of speaking. This battered blind man is restless; after meditating for an hour or so he stands up and starts roaming, cane in hand. He pauses over a few people as if checking on them, before gradually making his way over to where Archer's situated and sighing lightly.]

[Whether or not Archer makes a sound, he'll call out--]

Hello? Is someone there?

sleeping is for normies

[fakers]

[ while archer had noticed someone approaching from the direction of the camp, he hadn't actually realized that the man had noticed him. while archer wasn't exactly a master of concealing his presence, he figures it still should have been hard to notice him up in a tree in the dark.

although part of him wants to just ignore the call out entirely, doing so will probably end up drawing more attention in the long run. ]

Are you lost? There's nothing out here.

settle down batman there's only room for one batman

[ghettobatman]

[It was the kind of call out that was testing to see if someone would respond -- and someone did.]

I wouldn't say that. You're out here, aren't you?

[What a great comeback, Matt! Not]

Trouble sleeping?

wildcard

[global]

[ In terms of injuries, she's had much worse, but this isn't exactly her idea of fun. D. Va had descended in one of the later waves, but not the last. Unfortunate timing meant she had stood just a little too close to when one of them had exploded shortly after its inhabitant had been helped out. A painful burn runs along her left calf, though it hasn't stopped her from continuing her work.

To a point, at least. When the pain gets bad enough that even she can't ignore it, she searches for Mercy in the crowd. When that fails, she turns her attention to procuring one of the intact first aid kits. It takes a few minutes, but she finally spots one, buried beneath a large panel.

She leans down to raise it, but it's way too heavy. This is what she gets for missing too many lifting days. She looks up, waving over to Archer. ]

Hello! Could you lend me a hand?

[fakers]

[ though he hates to admit it, by the last wave archer is essentially spent. his chosen method of catching the falling pods out of mid air had been effective, but it was severely taxing his magical circuits. unfortunately, being out of gas had never been the type of thing that could stop archer, so he'd kept going anyway. as long as he could, at least.

still, he's clearly at his limit when he hears a young girl's voice call to him. ]

Hm? [ his eyes immediately go to her injury, bringing a slight scowl to his lips. it's an unreasonable thought, but one he always has in these situations: if he'd pushed himself harder, could he have prevented that somehow? ...no, that's a pointless way of thinking, and he knows that. ]

Alright. [ no pithy comment, he instead just moves over to the panel she's been trying to move. unfortunately, he has pathetic third wave strength, and not enough magical energy to enhance that any further for the time being. ] Stay back for a moment.

[ he can still probably lift this on his own, right? at the very least, he can't expect an injured person to do it. never mind the fact that there's clearly blood dripping from his arm, that's no big deal. ]

[global]

Thanks.

[ She's not thrilled about asking someone else for assistance, being that this has already been quite the humbling experience, so she makes a mental note to remember who this guy is and help him out later.

That is, until she notices that he's bleeding out of his arm?! Her eyes widen. ]

Eh?

Wait, I didn't realize you were hurt too! It's okay, I can go ask someone else to lift it! Go get help!

[ At the very least, if he's not stepping away, she's now stepping forward and trying to help lift it, too. It's honestly not prohibitively heavy-- just heavy for a 19 year old girl. ]