❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

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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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( NO KIDDING EDDIE YOU THINK but at least Peter is too dazed to properly sass about Edward turning into Captain Obvious Understatements... for now, anyway, who knows what he'll come up with a little time?

there's nothing on him that's broken, at least, though Peter is capable of breaking things with enough force. he's more or less fine, though, and slowly but surely shaking off the daze in his senses, even as they warn him about impending threats he can't even see yet. he appreciates the help to his feet, though he helps himself stand up before he's completely standing.
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No, no... I'm okay. ( he'd probably say that if he had been impaled, though ... wasting the healers on him when he healed so fast didn't make any sense. ) Thanks. ( now he had to find a place to go and get suited up, if he was going to be helpful at all. )

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[ Look he's just putting it out there!!

Once he's stood up properly, Edward lets go of him to stand on his own. There's no scent of blood so he at least knows that he isn't cut anywhere, it's most likely just the shock of the landing from not being caught properly that did it.

It's impossible to hide the fact that he can heal quickly when that's what his thoughts rush to, and thankfully that's enough for him to not push the issue either. ]

If you wanted a few minutes to unwind or prepare yourself for the next wave, [ "Prepare" however he sees fit, that is. Whatever getting suited up might mean. ] The pods we've pushed to the side so far should offer some shelter.

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( Peter is still half out of it, whether he wants to be or not... but even he finds it a bit strange that an absolute stranger had managed to accidentally remark about exactly what he's thinking about. there's a half moment of confusion, before it's cancelled out by everything else. if there's something there to be concerned about, Peter doesn't have the time or patience right now. not when his attention needs to be somewhere else.

he nods at the suggestion, glancing around finally after being a little too stuck in his head to start. he's coming out of the fog, or perhaps better phrased, getting used to the constant clamor. )

I should probably head over. I can figure out to be useful once I get there. There's gotta be something I can do.

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[ Not necessarily. He could also mean prepare himself mentally with how out of it and dazed he seems. From what he can tell by smell alone, the worst of it was probably just a bump. There isn't a stronger scent of blood from him other than what is in his veins. ]

If you won't get medical help, at least give yourself time to come around. You won't be much use to anyone if you stumble.

[ Or rather, he doesn't want him to be crushed under a pod that comes flying after because he stumbled the wrong way.

A beat, then: ]

Are you sure you don't need a hand?

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( god edward let him get hit by pods if he wants to, he'll probably be fine

does he need a hand? Peter shakes his head no, taking a few uncertain steps in the direction he thinks he's supposed to go, before he concedes at least a little. ) No hands needed, but I wouldn't say no to some guidance getting over there.

( it takes a lot for Peter to admit that he might need the guidance, he does tend to do everything by himself and assume he'll make it out in one piece. still, Edward might be right that he won't see threats coming when he's still so discombobulated, and just because he can take a pod to the face, probably doesn't mean that he should. )

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[ He keeps his distance, though that's also because it's easier on him as well to do as such. With that done, he's already looking back towards the direction they came from, though the pods seem to be slowing down a little again now. ]

It should be easier to move now, rather than later. I can accompany you.

[ It will also give him the time to heal up a bit as well -- as long as nothing huge comes crashing at them anyway. ]

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Thanks. ( it's not completely like Peter to show that he's not quite a 100% — he's more likely to ignore he's hurt than pay any mind to it. still, there's a lot still uncertain about being crash-landed in such a strange and foreign situation. he's being more careful than usual, and that's especially notable when he's usually not careful at all.

he falls into uneasy step behind Edward, instead of next to him. it does more to hide every wince to things he probably shouldn't be able to hear. ) And thanks... for helping me out. I know that's what we're supposed to do, but... ( he shrugs. not everyone pays mind to supposed to when its their own skin on the line. )

I'm Peter. By the way.

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[ Any normal person wouldn't be able to hear it, but he can. There's sympathy in it, because not everyone can heal as quickly as he can. ]

You don't need to, I may not know you... but I don't want to see people getting hurt.

[ Though there's a selfish reason for that as well, if people bleed it only kicks his thirst into overdrive. It's better that it's avoided as much as possible. ]

I'm Edward. [ He gives him a look over his shoulder, before frowning as he hears the whoosh of another pod before it crashes a few metres in front of them. He holds his arm out to stop Peter from walking right into it, but it might be a hint that he has better senses than he's letting on. ]

They're still coming in.

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continued here!