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 Koreaโs 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 didnโt track down an injured and resting Imugi—they tracked down the Imugiโs 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. LILITHโs 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.
โถ 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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[ There's a split second when he leans on her that she stiffens, but the very next instant, she's relaxing again. ]
Same with the problems humans create for other humans. [ Her eyes close, but despite her exhaustion, she doesn't feel like sleeping just yet. Her body is still energetic, aggravated. ] With monsters, they can't do anymore damage once they're dead. With humans...it seems like the one causing problems is always a symptom of something worse, something harder to root out. So it eventually just happens again.
[ Dang it. She should've just kept her mouth shut. Maybe if she'd played dumb-!! Ah well. She'll just have to brace herself for any future cat-themed teasing. ]
Still a little sensitive, but it's tolerable. They don't hurt, anyway.
[ She's eager to not go through them breaking again, though. It was painful, inconvenient, and overall just not a good time. ]
my four hour two parter shaking hands with your html...
A considerate and respectable answer telling of your character if I've ever heard one; a tried and true argument for why people excel in groups more often than independently. I'm inclined to agree with you, heheh.
So on that note! [ what note ] I better see what it is I can do to get us started while I have the chance. Who knows if something's going to break or invade in the next few days?
[ If she thinks his recycling habits are wild she should get a look at his reading list sometime. It's mostly poetry... ]
Indeed. It is your kind's repeated flaws. [ He's not saying that to be mean it's just obvious to him. ] Greed, arrogance, anger, many things rise up to blind humans to their approaching disasters. Sometimes it is a wonder your kind has lasted so long... then one sees what you are capable of together and your survival again makes sense. A species as impressive as you are foolish.
[ Yes that's supposed to be a compliment. ]
I am uncertain how much these factors played in our defeat however. My thoughts keep returning to the initial splitting of the packs' attentions. If we had battled the enemies one after the other at our full strength I feel we would have faired far better.
[ aren't they all exhausted? who isn't running on fumes after it all? at the first sign of a hint of sanctuary or something more familiar her body teeters into shutting down. to protect itself when the shock wears off.
there are so many lost souls today. hiyori silently prays for them. for the survivors, too. for the struggles and hardships they are sure to face. that they stay strong. keep fighting. don't give up. please. ]
Thank you...
[ releasing a long breath after ereshkigal's promise, she puts her head on her shoulder. wherever those souls go, she hopes it's a place that's as warm and protected by an entity as worthy as this goddess. one who tries so hard for others. who is lonely, too, just like another god she met.
... are all gods lonely, she wonders. whether minor or all-powerful. as long as they have a person just for them.
she makes one more small prayer. this time, to her god of fortune. for ereshkigal to find her someone, too. ]
[ to be honest, he was a bit uncomfortable with gratitude, if just because he wasn't often on the receiving end to it. at least, not in a personal way like this. handling the state affairs of the empire and being praised for that felt a bit different, and a smidge superficial, after all. there was nothing impressive about doing something that simply had to be done.
so her thanks does end up making him feel a bit at a loss for words, though he sure doesn't seem keen on showing it. he moves forward in his words, instead: ] If you took my words seriously then that's enough.
[ about getting something to drink and eat, that is.
with that said, he places a hand on her head, or attempts to. just sort of hovering there before he instead places it on her shoulder, a last show of encouragement, before he ends up moving on. ]
well, she knew elysium was thoughtful and kind in his special way, too. just gotta dig beyond the flaunting and showboating a bit. it's too familiar. a different brand but familiar.
[ ishmael usually tries to keep a stiff upper lip in situations like these, and for the most part she thought she was doing pretty well with not breaking down and everything -- she'd already done that in front of wriothesley, after all. but doing it again in front of marcille felt right. it's as though she's back on the pequod again, crying her heart out, seeking solace from her dear friend at the time.
so eventually, she returns marcille's embrace, hiding her tear-streaked face on the other woman's shoulder as she hiccups. ]
E-Everything. It just... feels like everything's falling apart for me.
[ as much as ishmael wants to tell her about what happened recently, it's... something that she'd like to fix with him on her own. please bear with her. ]
I'll get ahold of myself in a bit. [ sniffle ] Just... stay with me for a while.
his lips purse momentarily, before: ] Is that...? [ part of the past he saw? he has to wonder. or someone completely unrelated to his fate? he stops himself mid-way, however. ] You're not wrong. That's usually how it goes.
... You say all that, but aren't you still being relied on? [ was there a difference? ]
[ 'If I'm not replaced.' Hunter speaks the words with such ease; it would have him frowning if he hadn't already anticipated them to some extent. ]
That might be the case where you come form, but… I'll give you my objective perspective of LILITH's current circumstances: if they wanted to replace us, they already would've. Maybe this failure will trigger something, I can't tell you it hasn't with absolute certainty. But what I can is, the reality is that they haven't perfected the technology that brought you and me here. So for the time being, we're all they have. And this part's more of a gut feeling, but I don't believe they're as inhumane as some of our colleagues would have us believe, either.
[ … There's the summer episode, for one. Their willingness to retrieve memorabilia from their homes that have nothing more than sentimental value. Their living conditions could be worse, but they could also be better. They were all treated equally—that had to mean something. Back to pats since… they seem to go over better. He isn't that fussed. ]
… Anyway! It's a secret. If you're feeling jealous, I can always give you more of my time. No big. I've got tons of it to go around.
she's not taking anything with offense. it's not like he's wrong. all she does is lower her gaze to her knees and furrow her brow. humans ARE flawed beings, but hiyori believes they are all fundamentally good. it is experience and circumstances that change them - that which breeds greed, arrogance, anger, and everything else wherein they find their downfalls.
the last compliment (?) has her smiling privately toward her lap. foolish, huh? she can agree with that, too. at least when it concerns herself. ]
You mean Everlight and Redemption being assigned to Seoul and Brimstone and Revelation being sent to Busan? [ she considers it. ] But wouldn't Busan have been left entirely undefended against a kaiju if we chose to do that...?
[ you can probably guess hiyori's answer to the trolley problem. sacrifice none. ]
( His laugh is ever so slightly unhinged, but relieved too. )
Ah, well. You might be right about that one. And I don't know, Nanami-san. My presence upsets. But I don't have anywhere else to go this time.
( Unfortunately he tends to care more than he'd like. But for now he seems content not to worry too much about it, drinking more of the vile liquor, letting it burn. )
So, it's your job to protect the past? Is that it? even if it's a shitty one?
[ for someone as simple-minded and ignorant, denji didn't find the heroic appeal nor the excuse for slaughtering all those men. more importantly, does tsurumaru regret it? he says it doesn't, yet denji can argue otherwise. if the other man was expecting any critique from the half-devil, he won't get one. the death of strangers didn't faze him. ]
[ It's a good thing he didn't actually set a hand on her head; it may have felt a little degrading despite her appreciation. She just watches wide-eyed as his hand floats from her forehead over to her shoulder. He's being careful with her.
It's hard to hold a contradiction in her head, being both irritated with some of his actions and touched by others. She just sits there quietly and watches him go, curling her fingers around the handkerchief before using it to wipe her eyes and nose.
At least this gives her something to think about other than what happened in Korea. ]
[ Whether or not wearing the cat ears is required for it, Yesod wants to listen to the songs again. It goes beyond the music itself, beyond enjoying it "purely for their beats" โ even as someone who had no existing personal connection to the band.
Elysium likely knows that, he thinks. ]
...Thank you.
[ Yesod begins with that when Elysium's own brief musical demonstration ends, removing the cat ears from his head to hold them carefully in his hands. ]
Others are unable to request any of their songs on your behalf, then, without the memories associated with them and your home.
[ Let alone arrange concerts. A casual comment is easy, expressing something impossible, but it sounded convincing enough to be an earnest wish. ]
[Manjoume, being considered sensible? Truly we are in hell.]
It'd be one thing if these implants were being provided under more trustworthy circumstances: you know, like we actually a choice being here and fighting rather than seeking these things out of desperation to make sure we don't get ourselves killed out here. But well, they're not, so I'm not interested in taking the risk on getting one, regardless of how helpful they might or might not be.
[ Geto's always cared too much. that's how his problems started in the first place, isn't it? Gojo also cares too much even if it's in a more abstract manner sometimes. still, the two idiot senpais care deeply. that's why it's so painful for them. ]
( To stay, to fit into this new shape, to let himself become something new. He's not very good at showing that, nor is he even certain it's for the best. But he has been doing it, slowly, agonizingly. )
Sometimes it's hard. I haven't been around many people beyond my family in years, Nanami-san. Them or the cult. And that doesn't require a lot of normal behaviour. I don't always remember how to be. But I'm making an effort.
( Unfortunately he's also a bitch with something wounded in him, so it doesn't always work. )
[ the will to change. that's what he's always admired about his seniors, all three of them. the will and ability to twist themselves into something new, something they felt fit them better.
Nanami has never managed to follow their example, stuck forever with the terribly disillusioned and irreparably shattered heart of his second year self. too afraid to let loose and go wild because he's seen what it does to sorcerers. he's not like them, not at all - or so he keeps telling himself. it's part of the reason why he's never achieved a domain expansion. ]
Things like that take time. Nobody is asking you to turn yourself inside out instantly, Geto-san.
[ at least Nanami isn't. in fact, he hasn't asked for anything, has he? ]
Take it easy. There's no use in beating yourself up or forcing it. Some days will be easy, others will be shit. Just don't run.
[ setting down his glass, he lets his gaze settle on Geto's face. ]
If you run again, I'll hunt you down and drag you back like a dog.
( It feels horribly like relief, and it's not something he wants to look at too closely, too afraid of what he might find out if he does. So instead he just rolls his shoulders, narrows his eyes a little. )
Fine, fine. Drink your drink. Aiy, I used to be respected.
( He likes the frankness more, either way. And eventually he hums. )
It's really good to see you again. I hope you know that.
( "disapprove" ... that's a word he recognizes that cuts through the haze, often uttered in his direction by a certain mentor in life. it often came coupled with other words, like "disappoint", or "disgrace".
funny. they all start the same. what's up with that? )
Not even, gettin' shitfaced... would deter me from that. 'Specially when it comes to an escort mission. It's what, I'm best at. Never failed one.
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