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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The weight of the death and the loss of life weighs heavy on a Yuji who feels it as if the blood is truly on his hands, who can't help blaming himself for the choice he'd made. If he'd stayed behind, he'd never have been able to take on the kaiju alone, but he might have been able to do something.
There was always something they could've done, wasn't there?
The grief is immense, painful, suffocating, and he turns his head to hide his face against the warmth of his older brother. His body, still growing, maturing into its muscles and its shape, is shaking with the tears that want to come, but he stops himself. He can't keep crying, he can't.
He leans into his brother instead, breathing in and out, slowly and quietly. ]
[ there are so many things they could have done differently, and each one is a needle burrowing into the soft spaces within. choso, he cannot help but wonder, too, cannot help but listen as yor’s voice echoes in his skull like a fading prayer: would some of us staying have made a difference?
there was always something they could have done. there was always a choice, and for the second time to great calamity, choso had made the wrong one.
the grief is a familiar one. it settles onto him like a veil, gauzy and encompassing, pinned in place by the regret of his actions so that by the time he realizes he’s crying, it’s too late to stop the flow like it’s too late to dam a raging flood.
fat tears roll down his cheeks to land neatly on yuji’s head, on the back of choso’s hand, hot in comparison to the cold he feels in his fingers, in his blood, in his flesh. ]
His arms wrap around his brother and he presses his face into his chest, his body, clinging to him and fighting his own desperate need to break down into tears. He's cried so much over the last few days that it feels as if he's been wrung out, that his body has been twisted and all the emotions he has have been squeezed away - but he still has so much hurt inside of him.
It's an endless, painful grief, an agony months in the making, a tetris game of loss and hurt that implodes inside of him. He can't do anything except lean into it, letting himself break while holding his brother, trying to soothe even as he shudders with it, feeling the desperation of Choso's own sadness.
How far they've come, he thinks, that Choso cries over human lives when once he would've taken them without a second thought.
Yuji's voice is shuddering as he speaks, hoarse, his throat sore from his tears and his sick, sick feelings. ]
There's a nice place on the way to the onsen. We can't plant thousands, but we can make something. We can feed the cats, and we - we can make sure they're okay.
[ His voice breaks, cracking on his words, burning, and he squeezes Choso tighter and tighter. His brother can take it, can handle it, can take the strength of Yuji's hurt just as he can handle the strength of Yuji's grip. ]
[ five and a half months ago, this moment would have been impossible to conceive; new and raw to the world, choso had no care for the fates of humans or curses beyond the well-being of his brothers, cared no further than what was needed to march toward a short-sighted vengeance.
five and a half months at yuji’s side has taught choso more than the young sorcerer could ever fathom. ]
We will never forget.
[ grief has choso’s back bowing, curling his bigger frame over yuji’s as the boy crushes the spirit back into his body. his bones groan under the duress, but choso wouldn’t trade this slow squeeze of his soul for the world. ]
[ The idea of living in a world without his brother is now impossible for Yuji, who clings to him with all his strength. The knowledge that Choso can take it, that he's strong enough to let Yuji hold on to him this tightly... That's something he can't take for granted, either.
He almost whimpers in the other man's hold, squeezing his eyes shut. ]
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The weight of the death and the loss of life weighs heavy on a Yuji who feels it as if the blood is truly on his hands, who can't help blaming himself for the choice he'd made. If he'd stayed behind, he'd never have been able to take on the kaiju alone, but he might have been able to do something.
There was always something they could've done, wasn't there?
The grief is immense, painful, suffocating, and he turns his head to hide his face against the warmth of his older brother. His body, still growing, maturing into its muscles and its shape, is shaking with the tears that want to come, but he stops himself. He can't keep crying, he can't.
He leans into his brother instead, breathing in and out, slowly and quietly. ]
We should plant flowers.
[ In remembrance. In honour. Something. ]
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there was always something they could have done. there was always a choice, and for the second time to great calamity, choso had made the wrong one.
the grief is a familiar one. it settles onto him like a veil, gauzy and encompassing, pinned in place by the regret of his actions so that by the time he realizes he’s crying, it’s too late to stop the flow like it’s too late to dam a raging flood.
fat tears roll down his cheeks to land neatly on yuji’s head, on the back of choso’s hand, hot in comparison to the cold he feels in his fingers, in his blood, in his flesh. ]
Un. We will plant many. We will make a garden.
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His arms wrap around his brother and he presses his face into his chest, his body, clinging to him and fighting his own desperate need to break down into tears. He's cried so much over the last few days that it feels as if he's been wrung out, that his body has been twisted and all the emotions he has have been squeezed away - but he still has so much hurt inside of him.
It's an endless, painful grief, an agony months in the making, a tetris game of loss and hurt that implodes inside of him. He can't do anything except lean into it, letting himself break while holding his brother, trying to soothe even as he shudders with it, feeling the desperation of Choso's own sadness.
How far they've come, he thinks, that Choso cries over human lives when once he would've taken them without a second thought.
Yuji's voice is shuddering as he speaks, hoarse, his throat sore from his tears and his sick, sick feelings. ]
There's a nice place on the way to the onsen. We can't plant thousands, but we can make something. We can feed the cats, and we - we can make sure they're okay.
[ His voice breaks, cracking on his words, burning, and he squeezes Choso tighter and tighter. His brother can take it, can handle it, can take the strength of Yuji's hurt just as he can handle the strength of Yuji's grip. ]
We won't forget.
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five and a half months at yuji’s side has taught choso more than the young sorcerer could ever fathom. ]
We will never forget.
[ grief has choso’s back bowing, curling his bigger frame over yuji’s as the boy crushes the spirit back into his body. his bones groan under the duress, but choso wouldn’t trade this slow squeeze of his soul for the world. ]
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He almost whimpers in the other man's hold, squeezing his eyes shut. ]
We won't. We'll... We'll do something.
[ Yuji is so tired, but he can't stop crying. ]