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 Koreaās 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 didnāt track down an injured and resting Imugi—they tracked down the Imugiās 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. LILITHās 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.
ā¶ 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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[ She sits quietly for a moment, thinking. Then she sets down her pork bun and smooths her fingers down a piece of hair over her shoulder, over and over. ]
Sometimes. I haven't been able to remember my dreams recently... Maybe because I can't stay asleep for that long.
[ Marcille notices where he's watching. She slows her fingers and lowers her hands, feeling a little shy about it suddenly and irrationally. Her hair lays very loosely braided where she left it.
She's looking at his hands now, but she's far away in her thoughts. ]
I'm fine physically, but it feels like I got hurt. [ She presses a hand over her heart. ] It's emotional pain, for all the people who died because of the vote.
[ Their vote. She swallows. ]
But what do you mean, the tunnels? The ones from the desert?
[ And is he only talking about sleep, or does he think about it when he's awake too? Whenever he closes his eyes? ]
[ even when her hands cease, his gaze remains fixed on her hair, the loose ends unraveling slow and unfettered.
emotional pain, for all who died. pain without injury, agony without recourse. is this what itās called?
what could he do to wipe it away? could it be? should it be? ]
The train tunnel.
[ his gaze travels up, follows the curls and twists of marcilleās hair until he finds the curve of her jaw, the set of her mouth, the lines around her eyes.
how long could an elf go without sleep? how long can a curse? ]
The one to Busan, but in Shibuya, too, the tunnels were full of chaos. It is all I see now.
I donāt want to bother Yuji, so I donāt sleep.
[ She looks back at him, this time with abject concern. She turns a little more in her seat, and though it makes her pulse leap a little bit, she finally reaches over and lays a hand over his. Her fingers can just barely curl over the width of his palm. ]
Maybe you don't want to bother Yuji, but you can tell me about them if you want. If it'll help.
[ despite everything, marcilleās eyes remain the perfect green of new spring growth, and choso cannot help but watch how they flit and flicker as she speaks. he only averts his gaze when the warm touch of her palm settles over the cold of his knuckles.
if he wants. if itāll help. he doesnāt know if it will, if anything could, if he should try to banish these jagged memories. he could tell her of them if he wants.
only if he wants. ]
Do you remember, when I told you what I have done? The underground train station of Shibuya is where it happened. We came through the tunnels.
[ it feels wrong, to take this comfort with that memory on his tongue, but choso is a selfish thing, shameless in how he twists his wrist to curl heavy fingers around hers. his eyes remain on the crisscross of their hands. ]
[ Marcille filters away the flustered feelings. Embarrassment is improvement's biggest enemy, she'd said to Laios once, and it's a code she lives by. When Choso turns over his hand and folds them over her fingers, she withstands the leap in her pulse. She focuses on him, his words, his ever-tired eyes. This is healing, she hopes, in a different way than sliding blood back under skin, knitting together wounds, reforming the bones. She wants to help him.
She nods, firming her grip, squeezing his hand for a little while. ]
They were both dead by then, so it was just me. I chose to throw my lot in with true curses. The plan was of their making, and I was only there to exact revenge.
[ the squeeze of her little hand is such a comfort, it stings, like a little needle of guilt stuck under the bed of a nail. ]
Mm. [ She nods, keeping her eyes lowered. What can she do for him? Give him natural sleep aids? Put him to sleep with magic? Would he just have more nightmares? ]
You must feel really guilty about it. This wasn't that long ago, right? Just a few months?
[ She covers their folded hands with her free one, as if it would anchor him while he opens his memory to her. ]
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I cannot. Not really.
[ a pause, then a glance up, searching. ]
Are you bothered by dreams, too?
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Sometimes. I haven't been able to remember my dreams recently... Maybe because I can't stay asleep for that long.
[ She turns a little to look at him properly. ]
You're having nightmares?
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I see the tunnels when I close my eyes. [ so, yes, he is. ]
Why can't you stay asleep? Is it a hurt? A wound?
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She's looking at his hands now, but she's far away in her thoughts. ]
I'm fine physically, but it feels like I got hurt. [ She presses a hand over her heart. ] It's emotional pain, for all the people who died because of the vote.
[ Their vote. She swallows. ]
But what do you mean, the tunnels? The ones from the desert?
[ And is he only talking about sleep, or does he think about it when he's awake too? Whenever he closes his eyes? ]
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emotional pain, for all who died. pain without injury, agony without recourse. is this what itās called?
what could he do to wipe it away? could it be? should it be? ]
The train tunnel.
[ his gaze travels up, follows the curls and twists of marcilleās hair until he finds the curve of her jaw, the set of her mouth, the lines around her eyes.
how long could an elf go without sleep? how long can a curse? ]
The one to Busan, but in Shibuya, too, the tunnels were full of chaos. It is all I see now.
I donāt want to bother Yuji, so I donāt sleep.
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[ She looks back at him, this time with abject concern. She turns a little more in her seat, and though it makes her pulse leap a little bit, she finally reaches over and lays a hand over his. Her fingers can just barely curl over the width of his palm. ]
Maybe you don't want to bother Yuji, but you can tell me about them if you want. If it'll help.
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if he wants. if itāll help. he doesnāt know if it will, if anything could, if he should try to banish these jagged memories. he could tell her of them if he wants.
only if he wants. ]
Do you remember, when I told you what I have done? The underground train station of Shibuya is where it happened. We came through the tunnels.
[ it feels wrong, to take this comfort with that memory on his tongue, but choso is a selfish thing, shameless in how he twists his wrist to curl heavy fingers around hers. his eyes remain on the crisscross of their hands. ]
We were on the tracks when the killings began.
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She nods, firming her grip, squeezing his hand for a little while. ]
I remember. It was you and your brothers?
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[ the squeeze of her little hand is such a comfort, it stings, like a little needle of guilt stuck under the bed of a nail. ]
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You must feel really guilty about it. This wasn't that long ago, right? Just a few months?
[ She covers their folded hands with her free one, as if it would anchor him while he opens his memory to her. ]
You haven't had one good night's rest since then?