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.
All tags on this log are worth 2 points and will count towards August AC.
[ After being transported back to the base in Japan, Marcille is sitting in a corner of the cafeteria in her LILITH-assigned hoodie and sweatpants. She's holding a single microwaveable pork bun in her hand, one small bite taken from the top where it steams. She looks worse for wear, understandably, like she hasn't slept or eaten since the initial battle. Fluorescent colors play over her eyes as she uses her oculars, unseeing to anything else around her.
After a while, the colors blip out. She looks (miserably) at whoever's nearby. Then she offers up the pork bun. ]
Do you want this? I can't finish it. It's really good.
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[ maki can't really eat much either, but she doesn't believe in wasting food. so she'll take the pork bun and decides she'll just force it down the pit of her stomach. ]
[ With her hands empty, Marcille idly rubs her fingertips and nails. Fidgeting. She looks off to a corner of the room. ]
I know it's too late— [ She breathes in sharply. ] That it's pointless to regret it now. We had the best intentions in the end, right? All of us. Why were we the ones who had to decide anyway?
[ there's a face he hasn't seen in a while. but, compared to the vibrancy she carried before, or even how curt she was over the network, this felt distinctly different. unlike those who took to the network arguing their points, callisto didn't put a lot of stock into his choice, nor did he truly considers its weight. for once, being here he felt free from the typical burdens that stuck to the back of his mind, and so he decided to act more on whim.
hence, he can't necessarily believe he made a better of the choices by not choosing to chase. regardless, he can't exactly ignore someone who has that sort of face. when he sees the pork bun, he grabs it and takes a bite, letting the silence fill the space between them before he eventually speaks: ]
Your idea of "really good" is quite different from mine. [ he could easily have brought up the topic of her baked goods probably having been better, or maybe that if this was her tastes, he was freed of that engagement. instead: ] Are you all right, Lady Marcy?
You can throw it out then. Or just leave it here and I'll throw it out later.
[ She sounds more defeated than irate. Marcille, fortunately or not, is running on empty. There's a stomach-lurching feeling of dread when she recognizes him, but she doesn't get up or shove him or even scold him for approaching her. She just awkwardly picks at her nails and looks away towards the floor, mouth pulled into a line, nose a little shriveled. ]
[ at some point, choso slots himself in nearby. a larger figure in LILITH greys, he sits straight-backed and quiet with hands in his lap, and for the longest time seems content to leave Marcille to her quiet and her tumultuous thoughts.
[ This time, Choso doesn't scare her. His presence is large enough and his voice is quiet enough that she notices him right away when the oculars blink off. She turns her head to glance at him and then looks at her pork bun. The orange-caramel color of the pork makes her feel hungry, but she knows she can't take another bite. ]
[ he was on his way back from the vending machines when marcille speaks up, a water bottle held in his hands. his expression softens, and the smile he gives is dimmed but genuine as he takes a seat next to her. ]
Here, how about we trade? [ he offers her the water bottle as he takes the bun. ] I've heard it's important to stay hydrated.
[ Zagreus is a small but pleasant surprise. Her brows lift. ]
It's you...!
[ It's been a long time for sure, but she hasn't forgotten him, even if his skin tone is noticeably different. (He finally gets to see her elf ears too.) ]
[ He looks at the pork bun. Thinks about how at one point in his life, he would have given anything for just a single bite. Now he has just about anything he could want - a roof over his head, regular meals, pleasant company - and it all feels like ash on his tongue.
No, she looks at the pork bun, frowns as if guilty that she hadn't thought of it sooner, and slips the bun back inside of the plastic wrap. She places it on the table in front of her and keeps her fingers curled over it as she looks back up at Wriothesley. ]
[ predictably, hunter has not eaten anything!! he sits beside her quietly. flapjack chirps at her-- it sounds encouraging, and lands on her shoulder, nesting against her cheek and trying to be comforting ]
[ hunter just shakes his head and nudges it gently back towards her ]
[ Looking at Hunter is so heartbreaking. First, she leans her cheek into Flapjack's cute nuzzling. ]
Thanks, Flapjack. I'm glad you're okay too.
[ And then she turns her attention to Hunter beside her. She wraps the pork bun again, sets it down on the table, and whether he likes it or not, she pulls him in for a big hug. ]
[ She really catches him off guard, addressing him while he's ambling past like that. Godzilla isn't usually one to turn down offered food but today's a rare exception, he raises a hand and shakes his head slowly. ]
I am fine. Store it for later, small one. You look as if you need as much strength as you can gather.
[ ishmael has slept normally, did her work ordinarily since coming back to base. going back to her old routine is good and all, but there's no escaping the newest set of nightmares she'd received from the mission. it's something she should be used to at this point, and yet...
she snaps herself out of it, blinking owlishly at the offered pork bun. ]
...Thanks. [ she'll take it off her friend's hands. she wishes she could say something, but she's never been one to offer decent comfort. ] Want me to get you a drink, at least?
[ At least Ishmael doesn't seem exhausted. Marcille happily hands the pork bun over. The stress of having to force herself to eat is minor, but it's still a small relief when it's gone.
She looks back at Ishmael, studies her a minute. Her eyes flicker down and then up again. ]
I don't normally feel like it, but... Do you mind if we drink something a little stronger?
[ well, considering their previous conversation and their unpopular sympathy towards that specific kaiju— it's only fair to assume she's not having a great day. ]
[ Following the breakdown he had near the nest, he's had several people shake him back to his senses, so he's at least been able to muster up enough drive to board the ship. That doesn't mean he has any desire to eat or drink or do anything to take care of himself. He isn't one to be mindful of that to begin with, and it goes doubly so when he's feeling lousy.
Marcille is someone he does want to know better and understand, but it's hard to maintain his practiced friendliness and easy-going demeanor when he feels anything but that. ]
Sorry ... I don't think I'll have much appetite for a while now...
[ The stress of the latest events makes that knot in Marcille's stomach around Laios and Kabru easier to ignore. She wants to get rid of this pork bun one way or another, and Kabru seems to be in nearly the same condition as her. She can't help feeling concern.
She lowers the pork bun back to the table, wraps it up in its plastic, and tucks it near the end of the table. Her eyes lower to her hands. ]
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but... what did you vote for?
[ The cafeteria itself contains nothing that Yesod needs, but he is watching for familiar faces around the base, those that he can't seek out without prior arrangements, as he might a handful of individuals. Catching sight of Marcille, he remembers her question for the people around her, months ago, and the way that the subject of death weighs on her. He recalls her participation in the network debate regarding that difficult decision to make, too, and the hopes that she expressed then. ]
...I'm afraid that I'm unable to assist in that regard.
[ Whether or not he would have any appetite himself aside... His gaze flicks to the pork bun before focusing on Marcille again. ]
There is no need to force yourself to finish it immediately.
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After a while, the colors blip out. She looks (miserably) at whoever's nearby. Then she offers up the pork bun. ]
Do you want this? I can't finish it. It's really good.
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[ maki can't really eat much either, but she doesn't believe in wasting food. so she'll take the pork bun and decides she'll just force it down the pit of her stomach. ]
...Holding up ok?
[ hah. like any of them are. ]
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I know it's too late— [ She breathes in sharply. ] That it's pointless to regret it now. We had the best intentions in the end, right? All of us. Why were we the ones who had to decide anyway?
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hence, he can't necessarily believe he made a better of the choices by not choosing to chase. regardless, he can't exactly ignore someone who has that sort of face. when he sees the pork bun, he grabs it and takes a bite, letting the silence fill the space between them before he eventually speaks: ]
Your idea of "really good" is quite different from mine. [ he could easily have brought up the topic of her baked goods probably having been better, or maybe that if this was her tastes, he was freed of that engagement. instead: ] Are you all right, Lady Marcy?
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[ She sounds more defeated than irate. Marcille, fortunately or not, is running on empty. There's a stomach-lurching feeling of dread when she recognizes him, but she doesn't get up or shove him or even scold him for approaching her. She just awkwardly picks at her nails and looks away towards the floor, mouth pulled into a line, nose a little shriveled. ]
Is anyone all right after what happened?
[ Apparently Callisto is...? ]
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eventually, he manages a quiet, ]
Have you been sleeping?
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Not really. What about you?
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And looks down at it. ]
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Can we share it, maybe?
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Marcille looks down at the bun. Her stomach tightens. ]
I don't know... Maybe we can just take bites whenever we feel hungry? It'll get cold eventually though.
[ IF they feel hungry. ]
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Here, how about we trade? [ he offers her the water bottle as he takes the bun. ] I've heard it's important to stay hydrated.
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It's you...!
[ It's been a long time for sure, but she hasn't forgotten him, even if his skin tone is noticeably different. (He finally gets to see her elf ears too.) ]
Are you sure? You just bought this!
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He shakes his head. ]
Save it for later. You might be hungry then.
[ The microwaves are there for a reason. ]
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No, she looks at the pork bun, frowns as if guilty that she hadn't thought of it sooner, and slips the bun back inside of the plastic wrap. She places it on the table in front of her and keeps her fingers curled over it as she looks back up at Wriothesley. ]
How are you doing?
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[ hunter just shakes his head and nudges it gently back towards her ]
You need your strength. Take it.
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Thanks, Flapjack. I'm glad you're okay too.
[ And then she turns her attention to Hunter beside her. She wraps the pork bun again, sets it down on the table, and whether he likes it or not, she pulls him in for a big hug. ]
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I am fine. Store it for later, small one. You look as if you need as much strength as you can gather.
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she snaps herself out of it, blinking owlishly at the offered pork bun. ]
...Thanks. [ she'll take it off her friend's hands. she wishes she could say something, but she's never been one to offer decent comfort. ] Want me to get you a drink, at least?
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She looks back at Ishmael, studies her a minute. Her eyes flicker down and then up again. ]
I don't normally feel like it, but... Do you mind if we drink something a little stronger?
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you okay?
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Hi Denji.
To be honest, not really.
What about you?
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Marcille is someone he does want to know better and understand, but it's hard to maintain his practiced friendliness and easy-going demeanor when he feels anything but that. ]
Sorry ... I don't think I'll have much appetite for a while now...
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She lowers the pork bun back to the table, wraps it up in its plastic, and tucks it near the end of the table. Her eyes lower to her hands. ]
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but... what did you vote for?
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...I'm afraid that I'm unable to assist in that regard.
[ Whether or not he would have any appetite himself aside... His gaze flicks to the pork bun before focusing on Marcille again. ]
There is no need to force yourself to finish it immediately.
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