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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[ ish has been... doing all right, outbursts aside. at least she's calmed down since, but that is a result of keeping to herself since coming back to base.
normally she would've told izou to pipe it down. but instead, she takes a seat beside him with a long-suffering sigh. ]
Got any drinks on you?
[ just realized that they... probably didn't get paid for failing this mission WELP ]
but for the first time, that's the furthest thing on his mind... being that he's too OUT of his mind, which is kinda the point right now. cue izou licking his lips, stumbling into a seat next to ishmael. and i mean... really, stumbling, as he scoots it closer to her, lacking the usual boundaries he raises around pretty much everyone. )
I got this, soh-ju here... from Malkuth. Help yourself.
( malkuth... is that a taboo thing to say to ishmael right now? maybe. as if he cares.
and he'll even pour ishmael a glass, ... p-pour her a glass, that kind of spills onto the surface of the table. at least he's enthusiastic. )
[ APPARENTLY WE'LL FIND OUT ON THE NEXT TDM but our paychecks..... ๐ญ
at the mention of malkuth's name, ishmael makes a thoroughly offended face. like... ew....... but the soju brings back that one time of throwing herself up silly because of a preconceived notion, and maybe that's just something she needs right now.
so she takes the glass and chugs it until it's half-empty. ohhhh man, that hit the spot just right. ]
Mmm, that's... [ would've been a lot better if it didn't come from that bitch but beggars can't be choosers. ] That felt great. Pour me one more.
( even a totally wasted izou can recognize that disdain, and he waves it off with a hand after refilling her glass. )
Look. I know she's got a, ... real stupid mouth ( like he's one to talk ) and all, but... it ain't like she wasn't also givin' it her all out there. Yeah? Besides. What we oughta be doin' now, instead of moping over what's done is... drink to the fact we're still alive.
[ welp....... there he go. it's okay, she won't be long, and she's not yet drunk enough to get lost on the way to the vending machines anyway.
some time after, a can of beer slides across the tabletop and bumps his arm. ishmael's back with a couple more cans, and... that's it. sorry im still not sure if they're still getting paid at all after this. ]
Here. It's not as fancy as soju, but... [ she cracks hers open and extends it towards him. ] Cheers.
( the grumbling vanishes as soon as he's got a can in hand, and he's not gonna complain about the quality right now long as it's alcohol.
a simple man with simple joys, and as a thought pangs him... he glances out the corner of his eye at ishmael, a comrade so willing to share thoughts with him time-and-time again. a woman who wasn't as strong as him, physically, but had always been a pillar in other ways, and so... he taps a finger against his can, awkward. )
[ sorry, izou. it's not like you're the only one wallowing around here. ishmael takes a long swig, melting into her seat with a equally long sigh, eyes roaming up to the ceiling where the overhead lights flicker every now and then. ]
I mean, it's really not that deep. I just think you shouldn't be drinking alone, is all.
[ a small hum, before nudging weakly into his shoulder in return. ]
It's... not the first time I failed a mission like this one. But just because I'm used to failure doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be sad and frustrated about it. And so shouldn't you, Izou.
[ would she have taken her words back? not most of them. but now that her head's all clear now that the effects of the rift is dying down, she feels a little more bogged down now that the guilt is beginning to hit full-force.
she takes another drink and sighs out another sigh. she's going to repeat this process for a while. ]
Watch it. I don't wanna have to, drag you on back to yer room after this.
( like he's one to talk, that one eye heavy-lidded and the edge of his mouth starting to feel numb.
he's quiet for a minute, ... only to slam the can onto the table the next. )
Who said anything about... bein' sad? Frustrated, sure. But don't call me sad. I'm... stronger than that. Hell of a lot stronger. They oughta get their tech in line. Stickin' stuff in our brains... when they can't even track a beast properly?
( bro doesn't know he's going to come down hard from this later. )
[ bro he is slurring all over the place... it's fine. she's kind of used to bringing her mates' drunken asses from the tavern back in the day. simple, familiar things like these give her so much comfort already.
izou's complaints earn her a weak laugh, though. ]
...I know you're strong. [ in case he needed to hear that. ] And I never really had faith in this company in the first place. I guess you'd have to consider other factors as to why everything went to shit like that, such as the lack of resources, man-made honest mistakes, the Imugi being the strongest thing we've faced so far since coming here, but...
[ hold on, she's going to empty her can for this. ]
But that's that, and this is this. Nothing we can do about that 'cept to wallow until it's out of our system. Then it's back to work. Lather, rinse, repeat. [ spoken like a true wagie... ]
( 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.
[ oh god she almost spat out her drink. but she hacks and coughs when she gulps down a large amount of it instead. ]
--Where the hell did that come from?
[ IT'S SO OUT OF LEFT FIELD, HELP. wriothesley did tease her about that when they'd first confessed to one another, something about how every man within a ten-mile radius seemed to have an eye on her. she didn't quite get it, and she still can't comprehend it now. it's not like she's doing anything special to get herself noticed around here.
but the thought of it puts her in a contemplative mood once she's done hacking, and she takes another sip of what's left in her beer can. ]
That's because I'd already gotten it out of my system before all this.
[ it's funny, hearing izou say that when she was a pathetic sobbing mess in front of wriothesley not too long ago. she'd truly made her bed and lied on it like she said, but she was still being an ass to him at the end of the day. her heart wrenches, and she drains the last of her drink to help ease it a little. she badly wants to make it up to him, but where does she even begin? ]
I don't think I'd want anyone else, anyway. Even if... [ even if he decided he doesn't want her anymore. but that's a thought she really doesn't want to entertain right now, and puts down her can with a little more force than necessary. ] Never mind. What's done is done.
though his shoulders do jump at the force of the slammed can, waving his own in front of him a lot less contemplatively as his other hand gives her a reassuring couple of smacks on the back. let it all out, girl. )
What's done... is done. That about says it.
( nods solemnly, like he invented the whole damn concept. )
To hell with that branch. Wait 'till we, end up destroyin' these rifts for good... and go back and rub it in their faces. Celebrate over the graves of the fallen. And then, everyone... ( but him, of course ) can go back to wherever. For now, we drink. Drink 'till we drop!!
[ it's ok they're working on it rn, like two weeks from now
but ishmael doesn't know that. she's doomed to think that maybe her mans is biding his time until he finally breaks it off with her. but right now, she doesn't want to think about that. she doesn't want to think anymore, apart from the way izou rubs her back is very reminiscent of how her fellow sailors would soothe her and each other in the taverns. maybe that's why she chose to accompany him in this very moment. ]
Yeah... Yeah, you're right. [ there's a slight slur in her voice now, as she picks up her can. ] Drink 'till we drop. Till we can't think... anymore.
( ... many, many months ago, he might've given her a secret, more carnal glance as the two of them dipped heads into their drink in such close proximity. he might've even complimented her on the sunset glow that always radiated around her and spilled some stupid somethings off the tip of his tongue.
but izou's long changed loyalties in that aspect, and now...
ishmael's presence is simply comforting. comforting enough for him to keep rubbing her back like a good friend as they suck down every last drop now and on into the evening in the cafeteria. )
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normally she would've told izou to pipe it down. but instead, she takes a seat beside him with a long-suffering sigh. ]
Got any drinks on you?
[ just realized that they... probably didn't get paid for failing this mission WELP ]
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but for the first time, that's the furthest thing on his mind... being that he's too OUT of his mind, which is kinda the point right now. cue izou licking his lips, stumbling into a seat next to ishmael. and i mean... really, stumbling, as he scoots it closer to her, lacking the usual boundaries he raises around pretty much everyone. )
I got this, soh-ju here... from Malkuth. Help yourself.
( malkuth... is that a taboo thing to say to ishmael right now? maybe. as if he cares.
and he'll even pour ishmael a glass, ... p-pour her a glass, that kind of spills onto the surface of the table. at least he's enthusiastic. )
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at the mention of malkuth's name, ishmael makes a thoroughly offended face. like... ew....... but the soju brings back that one time of throwing herself up silly because of a preconceived notion, and maybe that's just something she needs right now.
so she takes the glass and chugs it until it's half-empty. ohhhh man, that hit the spot just right. ]
Mmm, that's... [ would've been a lot better if it didn't come from that bitch but beggars can't be choosers. ] That felt great. Pour me one more.
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Look. I know she's got a, ... real stupid mouth ( like he's one to talk ) and all, but... it ain't like she wasn't also givin' it her all out there. Yeah? Besides. What we oughta be doin' now, instead of moping over what's done is... drink to the fact we're still alive.
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Don't mention her name to me again if you know what's good for you.
[ she stands up. ]
I'll be back with another drink. Stay put. [ not that... he's fit enough to go anywhere in that state........ ]
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( his face scrunches up, like. lol. lmao?
nah. he's trying to get out of his seat. how do you... uncross your legs. fuck these plastic chairs. )
What, are you gonna... you? To me? I'd have yer head rollin' before... before...
( he holds his own glass in both hands, neck angling for a better look at where she went... wondering if she's gonna fill his cup too... )
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some time after, a can of beer slides across the tabletop and bumps his arm. ishmael's back with a couple more cans, and... that's it. sorry im still not sure if they're still getting paid at all after this. ]
Here. It's not as fancy as soju, but... [ she cracks hers open and extends it towards him. ] Cheers.
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( the grumbling vanishes as soon as he's got a can in hand, and he's not gonna complain about the quality right now long as it's alcohol.
a simple man with simple joys, and as a thought pangs him... he glances out the corner of his eye at ishmael, a comrade so willing to share thoughts with him time-and-time again. a woman who wasn't as strong as him, physically, but had always been a pillar in other ways, and so... he taps a finger against his can, awkward. )
Why're you... humorin' me like this?
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[ sorry, izou. it's not like you're the only one wallowing around here. ishmael takes a long swig, melting into her seat with a equally long sigh, eyes roaming up to the ceiling where the overhead lights flicker every now and then. ]
I mean, it's really not that deep. I just think you shouldn't be drinking alone, is all.
[ and so, here they are. ]
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... and then nudges back into her shoulder, tipping the can back against his lips. )
... Glad you made it. We made it, at least, enough to be... here, doin' this still.
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[ a small hum, before nudging weakly into his shoulder in return. ]
It's... not the first time I failed a mission like this one. But just because I'm used to failure doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be sad and frustrated about it. And so shouldn't you, Izou.
[ would she have taken her words back? not most of them. but now that her head's all clear now that the effects of the rift is dying down, she feels a little more bogged down now that the guilt is beginning to hit full-force.
she takes another drink and sighs out another sigh. she's going to repeat this process for a while. ]
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( like he's one to talk, that one eye heavy-lidded and the edge of his mouth starting to feel numb.
he's quiet for a minute, ... only to slam the can onto the table the next. )
Who said anything about... bein' sad? Frustrated, sure. But don't call me sad. I'm... stronger than that. Hell of a lot stronger. They oughta get their tech in line. Stickin' stuff in our brains... when they can't even track a beast properly?
( bro doesn't know he's going to come down hard from this later. )
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izou's complaints earn her a weak laugh, though. ]
...I know you're strong. [ in case he needed to hear that. ] And I never really had faith in this company in the first place. I guess you'd have to consider other factors as to why everything went to shit like that, such as the lack of resources, man-made honest mistakes, the Imugi being the strongest thing we've faced so far since coming here, but...
[ hold on, she's going to empty her can for this. ]
But that's that, and this is this. Nothing we can do about that 'cept to wallow until it's out of our system. Then it's back to work. Lather, rinse, repeat. [ spoken like a true wagie... ]
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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.
( UNPROVOKED. )
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--Where the hell did that come from?
[ IT'S SO OUT OF LEFT FIELD, HELP. wriothesley did tease her about that when they'd first confessed to one another, something about how every man within a ten-mile radius seemed to have an eye on her. she didn't quite get it, and she still can't comprehend it now. it's not like she's doing anything special to get herself noticed around here.
but the thought of it puts her in a contemplative mood once she's done hacking, and she takes another sip of what's left in her beer can. ]
That's because I'd already gotten it out of my system before all this.
[ it's funny, hearing izou say that when she was a pathetic sobbing mess in front of wriothesley not too long ago. she'd truly made her bed and lied on it like she said, but she was still being an ass to him at the end of the day. her heart wrenches, and she drains the last of her drink to help ease it a little. she badly wants to make it up to him, but where does she even begin? ]
I don't think I'd want anyone else, anyway. Even if... [ even if he decided he doesn't want her anymore. but that's a thought she really doesn't want to entertain right now, and puts down her can with a little more force than necessary. ] Never mind. What's done is done.
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izou not reading this tag: vibing
though his shoulders do jump at the force of the slammed can, waving his own in front of him a lot less contemplatively as his other hand gives her a reassuring couple of smacks on the back. let it all out, girl. )
What's done... is done. That about says it.
( nods solemnly, like he invented the whole damn concept. )
To hell with that branch. Wait 'till we, end up destroyin' these rifts for good... and go back and rub it in their faces. Celebrate over the graves of the fallen. And then, everyone... ( but him, of course ) can go back to wherever. For now, we drink. Drink 'till we drop!!
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but ishmael doesn't know that. she's doomed to think that maybe her mans is biding his time until he finally breaks it off with her. but right now, she doesn't want to think about that. she doesn't want to think anymore, apart from the way izou rubs her back is very reminiscent of how her fellow sailors would soothe her and each other in the taverns. maybe that's why she chose to accompany him in this very moment. ]
Yeah... Yeah, you're right. [ there's a slight slur in her voice now, as she picks up her can. ] Drink 'till we drop. Till we can't think... anymore.
[ she'll half-carry izou's drunk ass later. ]
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but izou's long changed loyalties in that aspect, and now...
ishmael's presence is simply comforting. comforting enough for him to keep rubbing her back like a good friend as they suck down every last drop now and on into the evening in the cafeteria. )