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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(It may be a totally different topic on the surface but the meaning isn't lost to him. He finds himself looking down towards her when she speaks and listening so carefully to each word. He isn't sure where this is going just yet but he knows its important so he makes sure to listen with the same care of a younger spirit listening to one much older for something to learn.
Hand in hers, he focuses on their fingers and he finds himself recalling something else. The way he'd felt his hands for the first time, each digit shaped to form a point. The way his heart took its first beat and pumped blood through this new form, bringing with it a lasting warmth that he didn't know he could keep. And despite having this form for some time...
It's curious.
It's wonderful.
It's surprising how much he's learned and how little he still understands.
But he knows she's right. Even back home, he isn't alone. Not anymore. What had started once as a pitiful citadel that could barely get by and lost more than it could bear for some time is now flourishing and full of life. He has comrades. He has friends. Other spirits he can rely on for support at long last and here... he has the same.)
I don't remember how I was forged or when I was born. (That was all so long ago and so insignificant, there was no reason to remember,) But I remember when I was summoned in this form.
I woke up to a great warmth, like burning and then I was given this form; this body and suffering. Anguish, pain, worry... the suffering of human existence. (Each word clearly spoken, weighted carefully,) I wondered why they would create me like this and before I could ask, I heard their prayers: "Fight for us. Lend us your strength. Help us in our mission. Protect our histories."
(Slowly, he fans his fingers out, moving each one by one as if studying how they move,)
Even after what they'd given me, I couldn't refuse.
(It would have been easy to curse them. To curse his own existence. But instead. he'd chose to cherish it all. )
And suddenly every story had meaning. Every story had feeling. I felt like I understood but in the end, I still don't stand this form.
[ She listens. Silently, eyes closed as he takes in every of his words. Ah... His is a cruel fate, isn't it? She already knew that, but to hear it worded so— She can't help but tear up. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she considers what to say.
She's no good with words. She has no skills when it comes to talking, to comforting the living, but she wants to say something. ]
All who live, once capable of thoughts, ask this question. [A pause.] Why have we been granted life, when suffering is all it gives us?
[ Everyone. Why call life a gift, why define it as precious, when the sum of one's experience will always be heavier with pain than with happiness? ]
Gods have it easy. We're born with purpose, whereas humans have none. Their entire lives are spent, walking ever towards an ending only they can choose the meaning of. [Of course, even gods have problems. Like her, where her reason for existing clashes with what she wishes she could be. But never could she pretend her struggles are as bad as those mortals face.] And between us, there is you. Born with a purpose, yet filled with the uncertainty that haunts the human heart.
[ Her hands are so cold... But she can feel his are warm. He was born in a manner close to that of the gods. Yet, his life is that of a human. Perhaps his is the cruelest of fates. The best of both worlds... But also the worst.
More tears fall down her cheeks, but she looks up at him smiling. She's sad, for so many reasons. For him. For those who passed. For her own failures. But sometimes tears need to come out, right? ]
I'll cry for you. Until the day your are ready to shed your own tears.
(Is that really how it is? Does everything really wonder that? Maybe he'd gotten off on the right foot after all.
But before he can really dwell on it, he hears sniffling and when he looks at her face, it's all wet and rosy from crying and he's surprised. He's taken aback and immediately and he kneels down to be at her level,)
Ah, don't cry.
(And he wipes at her face, the edges of his sleeve dabbing at her tears,)
I don't want that at all! I'd rather have surprises. (And he smiles at her, bright and strong,) The best life is filled with surprises!
And as long as I'm alive, I'll be sure to surprise you, Erechan.
(And squishing her cheeks gently,)
Let's surprise each other with what we are from here on.
[ How couldn't she cry? His purpose, his raison d'être— It wasn't given to him by the world. No matter how painful and cruel her fate is... She takes solace in the knowledge it couldn't be any other way. In knowing without her, the world couldn't function properly. But it is not so for him. He could be something else. He could be given the freedom to choose his purpose, he possesses the power to change his destiny.
Yet humanity denies him that right.
There is so much sorrow in his story, in the words he spoke. So much sorry and so much will. How could she not cry? All beautiful things have an ugly side, all lights cast shadows. And the ugliness humanity brings about is beyond any even the gods are capable of. Thinking of it like that... She understands Set and Tezcatlipoca a bit better. But just a little bit. ]
Thank you, Tsur-ruru.
[ ... Oops, it's the second time she's messed up saying his name. But she kind of likes how cute it sounds. If he calls her Erechan, maybe calling him Tsururu isn't that bad of a thing.
She smiles at him when he squishes her cheeks, but without warning, all of a sudden— She dives in and embraces him, closing her arms around him. Maybe because it feels like the right thing to do with a friend she's become so close to, but also because that way he can't see her crying even more profusely. ]
I-I'm not very good at hiding my emotions. But those aren't sad tears. If I was still in the Underworld... I wouldn't know what it's like to have a friend like you. [If that vessel dies, she may forget everything. She may go back to her old self, gloomy and lonely. So moments like this... They are even more precious.] So please let me cry for you. It makes me... happy.
(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.)
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(It may be a totally different topic on the surface but the meaning isn't lost to him. He finds himself looking down towards her when she speaks and listening so carefully to each word. He isn't sure where this is going just yet but he knows its important so he makes sure to listen with the same care of a younger spirit listening to one much older for something to learn.
Hand in hers, he focuses on their fingers and he finds himself recalling something else. The way he'd felt his hands for the first time, each digit shaped to form a point. The way his heart took its first beat and pumped blood through this new form, bringing with it a lasting warmth that he didn't know he could keep. And despite having this form for some time...
It's curious.
It's wonderful.
It's surprising how much he's learned and how little he still understands.
But he knows she's right. Even back home, he isn't alone. Not anymore. What had started once as a pitiful citadel that could barely get by and lost more than it could bear for some time is now flourishing and full of life. He has comrades. He has friends. Other spirits he can rely on for support at long last and here... he has the same.)
I don't remember how I was forged or when I was born. (That was all so long ago and so insignificant, there was no reason to remember,) But I remember when I was summoned in this form.
I woke up to a great warmth, like burning and then I was given this form; this body and suffering. Anguish, pain, worry... the suffering of human existence. (Each word clearly spoken, weighted carefully,) I wondered why they would create me like this and before I could ask, I heard their prayers: "Fight for us. Lend us your strength. Help us in our mission. Protect our histories."
(Slowly, he fans his fingers out, moving each one by one as if studying how they move,)
Even after what they'd given me, I couldn't refuse.
(It would have been easy to curse them. To curse his own existence. But instead. he'd chose to cherish it all. )
And suddenly every story had meaning. Every story had feeling. I felt like I understood but in the end, I still don't stand this form.
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She's no good with words. She has no skills when it comes to talking, to comforting the living, but she wants to say something. ]
All who live, once capable of thoughts, ask this question. [A pause.] Why have we been granted life, when suffering is all it gives us?
[ Everyone. Why call life a gift, why define it as precious, when the sum of one's experience will always be heavier with pain than with happiness? ]
Gods have it easy. We're born with purpose, whereas humans have none. Their entire lives are spent, walking ever towards an ending only they can choose the meaning of. [Of course, even gods have problems. Like her, where her reason for existing clashes with what she wishes she could be. But never could she pretend her struggles are as bad as those mortals face.] And between us, there is you. Born with a purpose, yet filled with the uncertainty that haunts the human heart.
[ Her hands are so cold... But she can feel his are warm. He was born in a manner close to that of the gods. Yet, his life is that of a human. Perhaps his is the cruelest of fates. The best of both worlds... But also the worst.
More tears fall down her cheeks, but she looks up at him smiling. She's sad, for so many reasons. For him. For those who passed. For her own failures. But sometimes tears need to come out, right? ]
I'll cry for you. Until the day your are ready to shed your own tears.
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But before he can really dwell on it, he hears sniffling and when he looks at her face, it's all wet and rosy from crying and he's surprised. He's taken aback and immediately and he kneels down to be at her level,)
Ah, don't cry.
(And he wipes at her face, the edges of his sleeve dabbing at her tears,)
I don't want that at all! I'd rather have surprises. (And he smiles at her, bright and strong,) The best life is filled with surprises!
And as long as I'm alive, I'll be sure to surprise you, Erechan.
(And squishing her cheeks gently,)
Let's surprise each other with what we are from here on.
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Yet humanity denies him that right.
There is so much sorrow in his story, in the words he spoke. So much sorry and so much will. How could she not cry? All beautiful things have an ugly side, all lights cast shadows. And the ugliness humanity brings about is beyond any even the gods are capable of. Thinking of it like that... She understands Set and Tezcatlipoca a bit better. But just a little bit. ]
Thank you, Tsur-ruru.
[ ... Oops, it's the second time she's messed up saying his name. But she kind of likes how cute it sounds. If he calls her Erechan, maybe calling him Tsururu isn't that bad of a thing.
She smiles at him when he squishes her cheeks, but without warning, all of a sudden— She dives in and embraces him, closing her arms around him. Maybe because it feels like the right thing to do with a friend she's become so close to, but also because that way he can't see her crying even more profusely. ]
I-I'm not very good at hiding my emotions. But those aren't sad tears. If I was still in the Underworld... I wouldn't know what it's like to have a friend like you. [If that vessel dies, she may forget everything. She may go back to her old self, gloomy and lonely. So moments like this... They are even more precious.] So please let me cry for you. It makes me... happy.
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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.)