❪ 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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Comments

[fakers]

So you were from the first wave, I take it?

[ you ranked higher than him, crowley... he will never forgive you for that. but what was it again? "the inhumanly strong shall be first"? well, this person didn't exactly look human to begin with... no human body could support a neck that thicc. but the rest more or less confirmed he was probably something other than human. ]

...a good idea. There's no telling what might happen; the less time we waste the better.

[ he can faintly hear the sound of rushing water, so he'll just head in that direction. that may mean exposing his back to crowley, but he still doesn't particularly seem like a threat for the time being, super strength or not. ]

[eusford]

[ have you ever considered mcfucking dying?? also archer can comment on crowley's neck when he's done lookin like he's trying to give dumbo a run for his money. ]

Don't make it sound like the world's out to get us.

[ Even though that's exactly what it seems like. Not that he minds, really, for what they've been told his previous world has been destroyed so it's not like it could get any worse. (He doesn't even bother knocking on wood.)

The most the man earns when he takes steps ahead is a small sigh, the vampire sticking to his own pace. ]

I'm pretty sure I'll hear anything coming our way miles before it actually gets close. I think our only problem would be if people left us behind.

[fakers]

[ he's not the one with big floppy ears here yo... ]

Isn't it? We did wake up hurtling to our deaths this morning.

[ now, what world exactly is out to get them is the question... but not one they're going to figure out while bathing and/or washing their clothing. for now he finally takes his red cloak off, which at this point is literally just dripping blood onto the ground. good times. ]

So those ears do serve a purpose then. [ he could just flat out ask what crowley is, but what fun would that be... ] Moving a group that large takes time... I don't think we need to worry too much about getting left behind. [ though other people just deciding to take off is a possibility, it's not one archer cares about. ] It'd be foolish for any of us to try abandoning our landing site until tomorrow, at the earliest.

[eusford]

[ they don't flOP ]

But the thing is we didn't die! So it's fine.

[ Not that he's concerned. For the time being he's completely unaware of how limited his regeneration powers are, still in belief that the only thing capable of killing him are the sun and whatever weapons humans at home were using. ]

Yeah, they're not for show... [ Is he trying to be funny?? ] Well it doesn't really matter to me if one or two people leave or not. We're all headed to the same place. [ They're not his responsibility. If they die that's on them.

But they soon enough make to the river and Crowley's taking a seat beside the water and leaning back against a nearby rock. Dipping his hands into the water and watching as remnants of red start to wash off his gloves. ]

walks in late with starbux

[antipathic]

[ Naturally, Sesshoumaru had heard (and smelt) the approaching men well before they arrived at the river. Archer's scent is familiar, which surprises him considering the last time they had met, it'd been in the simulator. One would assume it would conjure fake smells as well, but — no, it's definitely the same man, thankfully with more articles of clothing this time than the last.

There's another unfamiliar scent, something that is both different from Archer and the humans at the crash site. Sesshoumaru isn't interested in "saving others" as the woman voice had urged him, but he'd been able to usher others of the way before he decided his own wounds needed cleaning. He doesn't care about letting others touch him, either — which makes this location ideal for the privacy and isolation.

Except not so private at all, with their arrival. He picks up the blood immediately, and he steps away from the river in order to avoid having the tainted water sully his white robes further. It's already tattered as it is. He shifts his gaze to Archer, deciding to acknowledge only him for now. ]

Oh, you're — Archer, huh? So you're not just an illusion from that machine.

[fakers]

[ archer isn't too surprised to find sesshomaru already at the river, seemingly awaiting their arrival. he'd been able to seem him from afar long before they'd arrived there, though he hadn't recognized him immediately. he's more accustomed to sesshomaru... well... without clothing, a feeling that is probably mutual. sorry crowley, for whatever reason out of this trio you're the only one who hasn't seen the other dudes naked. ]

I didn't expect to encounter you here, of all places. [ then again, it's not exactly strange that someone else would have the same idea he and crowley had had. though unlike crowley and archer, it doesn't really look like sesshomaru had exerted himself much before coming down for a refreshing dip. ]

At least you've thoughtfully already confirmed for us that the water is safe.

[ unless sesshomaru isn't actually near the lilypads and is some sort of weird rash covered mess at this point, i don't know. ]

[eusford]

[ Honestly he wants to keep up the trend of not seeing either of them naked. Please stay clothed. He's not even going to strip. ]

Oh, you two know each other? Hello~

[ Someone's gotta be pleasant between these three hot messes. ]

Have you been here long? [ That's the only way they'll know if he's actually breaking out and near death Crowley really just lead like 50+ people to their death. ]

[antipathic]

Hm. The water is not safe.

[ It's a firm suggestion; Sesshoumaru didn't really need to reveal that, truly. The fact that he does is at least acknowledgement that he accepts Archer as a formidable swordsman, despite his handle conflicting handle.

Sesshoumaru would have been content ignoring Crowley also, but he smells different as well. At least this is a "demon" that Sesshoumaru vaguely recognizes. Still, he can't make sense of exactly what he is. Which is why he scrutinizes the man a little before returning to his armor. He then looks at the lilypads near his feet. ] You were in first wave. That means you are strong.

[fakers]

I wouldn't go so far as to say we know each other... Passing acquaintances, at best. [ the less you know the better, crowley. archer has seen things. seen things no mortal (or immortal) man should see.

that's always why he's probably avoiding eye contact with sesshomaru right now, instead studying the water. he'll at least approach it, placing a hand down on its surface to analyze it with his stupid magical fate powers. ]

Tsk, he's right. This isn't water a human can drink. [ or, more importantly, wash themselves in. ]

[eusford]

[ Crowley may give off the impression that he's zoning out and everything is going in one ear and out the other, but in truth he actually is paying attention. Albeit poorly, watching Archer reach down and work his magic as his lips form into a small 'o' in acknowledgement. ]

That's unfortunate.

[ Because they can't bathe themselves, he doesn't care whether or not if it's safe for humans. ]

Oh? [ He finally remembers that Sesshoumaru asked him a question. ] Hm... let's just say that I'm stronger than a normal human. [ By a lot. Plus immortality and what not, but he doesn't need to mention all of that. ] I'm sure this guy here [ —he's patting Archer on the back— ] is a lot stronger than me, haha!

[antipathic]

Not only humans.

[ It's harmful for nonhumans like them, as well. Sesshoumaru may have been washing himself here, but that's only because he's near the red lilypads. There's poison in the waters surrounding it.

Sesshoumaru doesn't change his expression; he appears bored by the idea that he may be weaker than Archer. Still, he finishes equipping his armor, his boa slightly wet but rapidly dries from either his own body heat of the night wind. ] He's a familiar. What are you?

[fakers]

[ wow, watch it dude. archer kind of ruffles at the back patting, but rather than saying anything he just slides out of the reach of crowley's bizarrely long arms. ]

I don't know about that. [ crowley seems plenty strong, and brute strength has never been archer's forte. still, while crowley's strength likely makes him a threat, he doesn't seem particularly ill-intentioned.

sesshomaru, on the other hand, archer has never been able to get a read on. the fact that he was out here already means he probably hadn't been bothering to help back at the landing site; at the very least, archer doesn't take sesshomaru for the type that would.

while listening for crowley's answer, archer just bends down to start cleaning his shroud. because washing the blood out of that really should be his top priority right now. ]

[eusford]

http://nysalogs.dreamwidth.org/1719.html?thread=1808823#cmt1808823

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