The decision has been made. LILITH Japan orders the Outsiders to mobilize to pursue the Imugi.
Given that they are in a foreign country, they are largely dependent on LILITH Korea’s resources. In response to the decision, the Korean branch provides some assistance: the Outsiders are given just enough vehicles to help transport them, essential supplies, and only a few operatives to help guide them. This is the most the Korean branch is able to give, as they must focus on relocating people and restoring peace following the attack.
LILITH announces that the Imugi is currently resting near Gangneung on the east coast and they must move quickly. The effects of Rift poisoning will grow stronger as they approach the source; a sign that they are close to a kaiju. Upon reaching the mountains just outside the city, LILITH informs them that they are right on top of its location.
However, there is no Imugi to be found. After searching the area, Outsiders will discover the source of the trace and the poisoning: eggs. They will find about twelve eggs. When they report their findings, Seokdang will curse. In their rush, they had followed the wrong trace. They didn’t track down an injured and resting Imugi—they tracked down the Imugi’s nest. So where is the Imugi?
Not long after, Outsiders will receive an update on their implants: the Imugi reappeared in Seoul. After seeing the corpse of its mate, it went berserk and attacked the city again. While many of the citizens were evacuated to nearby Incheon and remaining shelters, just as many perished, with the death toll at 168,000 and rising. LILITH’s Korean base is destroyed.
The Imugi was last seen flying north, but the Korean government prohibits the Outsiders from pursuing it again through their territory. By choosing to pursue the kaiju, the Outsiders have abandoned humanity and thus will receive no further support. They are ordered to leave the country immediately.
LILITH Japan will order them to collect as many eggs as possible and continue to the abandoned city of Gangneung, where they will arrange pick up and return to base in Tokyo.
▶ AFTERWORD.
Thanks everyone for participating in our first major Event Decision! We hope you had fun discussing what to do both ICly and OOCly.
After failing to capture the second Imugi and also failing to save a large portion of Seoul's population, characters will be shipped back to Japan. The events of the TDM will springboard from there. Feel free to use this post to thread out any aftermath threads if you would like.
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[ Ah. So he has had one experience, and that's it. She's familiar with that situation, all too familiar. ]
I see. It would appear we are bound by similar rules.
[ She wonders if Hades, Thanatos and the other Underworld deities in his pantheon took an oath similar to hers... Would that oath extend to their children? It seems to be the case. Regardless, she smiles at him. ]
Tis a truly wonderful - unique - chance we are gifted with. [An one-in-a-lifetime vacation, for her anyway. She knows her time with this avatar won't last, and after that... Well, she prefers not to think too much about it.] The surface world is full of wonders. I hope you will be able to enjoy it to the fullest ere you are made to return.
[ denji watched the other man carefully, quiet, and at some point— he wasn't even eating anymore. there were a lot of untruths coming his way, plenty of empty smiles. it's not he likes to call tsurumaru a liar, but he had a habit of hiding, but in time denji learned he is genuine where it truly matters. he knows he cares for aki and isn't malicious, so he doesn't mind it. however, this time it's different.
and when he finally hears a hint of truth at the end, something to grasp, denji's expression eases; not in relief, but something else. after all, those words held a familiar ache. ]
[Elysium pulls in. The snake desires to share its warmth - he may not have a tail anymore to wrap around his legs, but his hands move to put the drink down before they reach up to rest on the sides of the man's neck. His own head moves forward, and forehead knocks lightly against forehead.]
[The slate is clean, huh? It should be something of a relief. He never likes debts sitting if he has to let them sit. They accumulate, and grow to things untameable.]
You do know how to look after someone. [He admits, softly. The churning feelings from before at the news (-you abandoned humanity-) feels like its making a comeback, with a sigh.] Sit with me for a while, would you?
(He's quiet as he listens, takes in Ratio's answer, and watches him carefully. He may not be an academic like Ratio but he studies him with all the detail of a teacher waiting to catch a mistake. No, in his case, it's more like a general waiting to catch an opening.
If his voice were to shake, If he were to look away, If he showed any sign of doubt or weak conviction, Tsurumaru would surely catch it and make his next move.
But that small crack he had caught just a second ago is nowhere to be found.
Leaning in a little closer once more, propping his elbow on the table, he frowns. Shoulders relaxed, more at ease, perhaps even a little disappointed that there's no reason left to antagonize and fight...)
There are those in this world who are fated to carry a heavy burden. Not everyone can bear it.
(Which explains the foul air at the base.)
You should come back to the base, Doctor. You could set a better example for others.
(Translation......... Normalcy is good for morale when it's in the pits.)
(Happy tears... it sounds strange to him. Even if he knows its possible, he still associates tears with miserable things. BUt it's not like he really has time to think when he finds himself in her embrace.
He stumbles back, sitting on the damp sand with her arms around him and
Very slowly
He reaches around to hug her too, one hand rubbing the center of her back soothingly,)
Well, (He sighs,) As long as you're happy, Ere-chan.
(No one is allowed to feel sad because of him. He'd rather be hated than be the source of anyone's grief. But more than that, he'd rather be adored than hated.)
( to enter a god's dwelling... izou gives the room at most a cursory glance, far too used to people's mechanical trinkets to give the goldfish much thought. it's pretty similar to one of those vacuum gadgets or whatever, yeah? and damn near everyone's got those.
he rubs a calloused finger against the casing of this cigarette, and then... much like an animal would, sniffs it a couple times for good measure. just in case, as if that's going to give him any vital information from the get-go, quizzical in an odd way and not an ounce of shame to tell him that he ought to accept it more gracefully. )
... Maybe.
( it is. it is absolutely is a different story for him, and he's not too good at hiding it. well. he'd be shit at it even if he were sober. )
Just don't feel right for them to be, makin' an ass out of us... out of me when I'm doin' my damnedest out here. They think I don't, give a shit... that we weren't on top of stuff?
( he runs the smoke under his nose for a whiff, taking a moment to consider his next set of words before holding it out and waiting for a light.)
Maybe they don't see us as much outside of our abilities, though... all these branches. Sure, they provide shelter, and... care and shit, but I'm not just some... nobody dyin' for humanity out there. I got a name, and desires, and that's more than... more than half of 'em can say.
This is taking responsibility? Hiding away, giving up, and just becoming another burden for others to deal with. How can you be strong enough to help others when you aren't even strong enough to carry yourself right now?
(Ah, but he's become cruel. He's being cruel and he bites back his words,)
[ he honestly expected an outburst, and prepared for it, instead he might've encouraged the other boy to be more vocal with his concerns. denji didn't know if that would help, talking about it and all — in theory, it should. it never worked for him, but might be more helpful for someone like raidou. with that, denji listens— relaxing back on his chair until it hits the wall behind him, with the hard candy nestled against his inner cheek.
the fear of failure is common; one denji relates to, but not in regards to a bunch of nobodies. it must be exhausting, though. going through life feeling responsible for everyone around you. ]
I don't think you're a coward. You're human ...
[ and when it hurts, it fucking hurts. it's crippling. denji had no one before coming to this city, and he wished he did. but, yeah, let's not think about that. he sighs, contemplating his options here, spitting words of encouragement felt like utter bullshit in this situation. nothing more than lazy, repetitive dialogue that barely held its weight. denji is many things but he will never lie or fake it.
so, he asks another question, and he hopes raidou would reflect on it and take it to heart. ] Okay, but ... aren't you being too harsh on yourself? Was it really your fault?
[ hey, company duds were free duds, and all these kryptos had somewhere else to go. like buying real clothes outside of work and kaiju hunting. and snacks. so, so many snacks.
regardless, the floor is a fine and proper place to be for a creature of any status. beds, in choso's strange eyes, were a sacred sort of place, wherein the occupant rested upon and trusted not to be littered with foreign bits of unknown origin. ]
I am older.
[ the strangest fact, completely at odds with the rest of choso. ]
[Ah, so they're just going right there, then. That's fine. Dearka snorts, propping his chin up on one hand.]
Which part, the squabbling between our teammates beforehand or the wanton destruction afterwards? Or maybe you're referring to the scapegoating we got from all the ungrateful survivors afterwards?
[For what it's worth, he doesn't appear to have any visible lingering damage from the incident, despite how severe it may have looked. Also, he gestures to the bed, indicating that Elan can have a seat if he wants. No need to stay standing.]
here he's trying to pick his way through his sozzled brain and be uplifting, when all this answer does is bubble up a weird sort of frustration he hasn't felt in a long ass time. the violent sort, piercing straight through the haze like a knife, to memories of someone who clammed up whenever it felt like discussing something was trouble, his eyes bent on the horizon.
a horizon that didn't involve izou much, in the end. )
... Ice sculptures. That 'sposed to be funny?
( his other hand raises to jab a finger directly into her chest, not letting up in the least with the pressure. )
You didn't have a, problem gettin' pissed at me for somethin' personal before. But now, ... with a whole city in ruin and our asses to blame for it, the words just aren't spillin' from your lips somehow. Who gives a damn if that has to do with how you were... in the past? I'm talkin' to you, here, right... now. Not whoever the hell you used t'be, March. But it's fine. If it's that hard to rely on me right now, then don't bother. I'm used to folks talkin' around me. S'not gonna stop me from givin' a shit, whether you...
( a pause, to bite into his lip and stop yapping. bite down enough in all his current stupidity and irritation to prick his bottom lip and draw a bead of red. )
[ She'll take the spoon. Still not hungry, but she doesn't trust that Elan will let her get away with that and she doesn't really have the energy to be as spicy as she could be, so she'll just scoop up some rice. ]
( it's fine. he needs to hear it. needs to hear it as much as he repeats it, that strength being everything.
everything until... it wasn't, and then who was he? who was okada izou if he didn't cut finer and swifter than anyone? who was okada izou if he... if he...
but best not worry about that right now while his head is swimming. it is what it is, or... or whatever the hell ishmael just said. )
Y'know, Ish... yer a hell of a lot more... you're real put-together. Men would've been clamberin' all over each other to get a woman like you in my day.
You can borrow some of my clothes, or use the style upgrade.
[ Yuji has enough casual sweatpants and random other pieces here and there that he had gathered for Choso that he can spare some for Katsuki. If there was more that he could do to make things better, he would do it. He's been living in this room for the last few days with enough snacks and access to water to get by, but he knows that after this he and Katsuki are going to have to get out of here.
They can't just wallow away in here forever. They've still got things to do, and there are other people that are going to need them in the future.
Mourning can happen for now, but...
Yuji shifts, holding Katsuki against his body, stroking his fingers through his hair, against the shape of his spine, and he lets himself relax and try and calm down, to let himself breathe through the pain. They have each other, and that'll do for now. Eventually, Choso will come home and the three of them can take care of one another. ]
Not a pleasant feeling, and March reacts before she fully processes, one hand coming up to try and push his finger back. Away from her. And she recognizes that feeling welling up in her, one she's pushed down several times already, because there are people she can yell at and lose her temper with, but Izou has been hurt before. Izou has suffered and been unable to trust and she gets that, she wants to be careful, but.
Something snaps. She pushes off against the wall, just enough to fist her hand into the front of whatever he's wearing, and the dullness in her eyes? That's gone. She's glaring. ]
I just told you I wasn't fine! If I thought I couldn't rely on you, I would've lied through my teeth! All of that--all of that, what I just said, is how I deal with it, whether you think I was joking or not! What do you want me to say, Izou?!
[ Oh, this is hurting her throat. Oh, she should stop. She should really stop.
But she doesn't. ]
You want me to say I was against chasing after it? You want me to say that I feel like I'd rather be back in that ice block again because at least then I didn't have to feel how much this hurts?! Fine! I had to make Kabru drink something before he keeled over from blaming himself! All I could do for Marcie was hold her!! I didn't say a thing about Malkuth's post because I knew it was going to explode and I didn't have the energy to say anything even though she's my best friend!
I-- [ She takes a wobbly breath, eyes glistening. ] I'd feel ten times worse if I made anyone deal with me right now! But sure, whatever, let's just say I'm joking!!
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