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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( ... he doesn't really deserve the worry, is the thing. look at him. always running from a problem, eyes heavy and mouth struggling to start a new sentence.
the titles of the texts reveal they mostly concern a certain time period, a tumultuous bygone era known as the bakumatsu, which is, relevant to this land's history but not really relevant to elysium. whatever he was looking for, was trying to find is lost in the pages. a reminder, maybe... or advice, or maybe he was just punishing himself further. it's a mystery. )
I call ya out here to, help me finish this... and now you're sendin' me back to my room. Can't call yourself a man unless, you finish the whole bottle.
( and yeah, he can be slung over a shoulder if need be... he's just complaining. )
[ Hello? Say that out loud so he can contest it on the spot!!!
But even if Elysium commits the titles to memory, he won't… really do anything with the knowledge, other than make associations as they arise. He's found Izou in a vulnerable state, and who knows how much of himself he's comfortable with revealing? It's more meaningful if Izou ever decides to tell him about it himself, and there are plenty of other ways for Elysium to be unnecessarily nosy.
It's just—picking into others' histories and sore spots aren't one. ]
When I said I was considering staging an intervention, what I really meant was that I was definitely going to stage one. Think of it less as me sending you back to your room and more…
[ Thinking about what he knows of Izou… He picks and chooses his next words carefully. ]
… me looking out for you. You're technically in public. Would you still be able to call yourself a man if your girl found you and she started worrying about you? I get wanting your own time, but not like this.
[ He closes up the books, puts them in neat stacks before he's back to looking at Izou with a helpless shake of his head. Yeah, he's going to start by trying to peel Izou off the couch by slinging Izou's arm around his shoulders. And if it looks like he can't walk, well…… he can always escalate. ]
Call me up before you start drinking next time. [ A huff!! ] I can be quiet, you know.
( bad news, elsyium... he is always looking stupid in front of his girl. it's a problem.
and he takes the gentle chiding in stride, gazing at the tiled floor as his feet work to keep up... this staged intervention of elysium's so much milder compared to the men that sneered while giving him a place to stay when he was at his worst in life. even that takasugi had laughed and tried to tell him everything he'd been doing was wrong in a playfully callous way, to the point izou had wanted to tell him to fuck off immediately, but.
izou shudders in a breath, a rough hand clutching tight to his arm for better balance. )
... I don't get why you're so persistent. Is this 'cause, you're tryin' to be my friend... or. 'Cause you feel bad for me? You think I don't know, gettin' all worked up like this... over somethin' I couldn't even help, in the long run, won't make things worse? ( certain extroverts had softened him a bit when it came to pushing away from others' kindness, but still— ) Lick yer own wounds first... 'afore you lick mine. We're all goin' our own separate ways when this is over... anyhow, and a dead man like me... isn't goin' anywhere.
Edited (gave him more words as a treat) 2024-08-26 20:12 (UTC)
… Just because we'll separate one day, it doesn't make the time we spend now any less meaningful. If that were the case, we wouldn't bother making connections at all. Forget having the choice to leave, who's to say someone won't die tomorrow? Or the day after? We're people. It's only natural for us to yearn. And you're alive right now, buddy. So spare me that dead man nonsense.
[ With the arm nearest to Izou, he reaches across to tug hard on his ear. The bright side? He relents quickly, if only to shift to urging Izou to hobble forward. ]
Anyway, I've never claimed to be virtuous. I do want to be friends with you, but don't you think that my being here is my methodology for licking my own wounds? Grieving is normal, and it manifests differently for everyone, but the least we can do for those we care about is to avoid self-destruction. People care about you. If you don't believe I do, there are names that come to mind, aren't there?
[ Instead of an angry Pomeranian, isn't it more like he's dealing with a stubborn Shiba Inu? walk… please… ]
Hahah... Care 'bout me. They sure do. And that's exactly why, ... it's startin' to make things hard.
( he wheezes it out, and it almost sounds like his voice might crack. pathetic. not at all like the boisterous young man in a glitched landscape, and not at all like the boisterous idiot who barks at the slightest pushback.
but then elysium tugs on his ear, and the immediate pain and ensuing annoyance is enough to climb him out of the pit of melancholy a little. he glares back, as fiercely as one can when they're... well. gestures at the whole of him, looking like he ought to be passed out somewhere. )
You aren't lookin' at me like you did, ... in that dream, so safe to say you actually do think I'm gonna keep goin' at this rate.
( and that there's some truth to those words. people who liked to busy themselves with others to cope, huh. he knew a good handful of folks like that. and he's walking. he's walking, okay!! the added difficulty here being their difference in height!!! )
... And don't think I haven't, thought about any of us dyin'. It's not gonna happen on my watch. I'm just... no matter what way it feels like I turn it over, in my head. It figures... I fell short somewhere. That I wasn't good enough, again. So I've gotta work harder... be better. Never let this damn organization look down on me again.
[ It's awkward for Elysium, trying to bend at his knees and hobble with a guy who's so thoroughly wasted… so you know what? Maybe he will bend at his knees further, enough to sling Izou's entire body over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Sorry not sorry that there's no cool way to go about this; it'll at least make it difficult for him continue taking swigs out of his bottle. ]
… Someone's getting ahead of themselves. Since when was this an individual responsibility? [ His easygoing tone is replaced with a blade, sharp enough to slice through bone. What a time for Elysium to be reminded of his own shortcomings: those feelings of inadequacy, only he'd never had grandiose illusions, in denial or not, about his own capabilities. ] If you alone were enough at your full potential to take care of the Kaiju, then the rest of us wouldn't be here. I get wanting to throw yourself a pity party——we're all struggling with the weight of our decisions in some degree or manner, but who are you to shoulder the entire burden onto yourself?
[ It isn't surprising, that for all of Izou's bravado, a shade similar to Elysium's own, lays layers upon layers of insecurity and self-doubt. The 'again' catches Elysium's attention, but now isn't the time to fixate on it, his grip on Izou's leg tight. ]
Be real. The only thing you're going to achieve by setting unrealistic expectations for yourself is worry others more. I'm not going to tell you that you didn't fall short, that you were good enough, or that you don't need to work harder or be better, that's for you to figure out on your own. But at the very least, you have to keep going. Think of the long term when you do. [ … ] Not set yourself up to eventually be crushed by your own standards.
( being... hauled up onto someone's shoulders is a completely new experience for izou, and where he would normally holler and struggle against it, he finds he's too slow in the moment to react aside from a grunt or two.
too slow in general, really, as the beautifully cool edge of elysium's dialogue pierces through the haze and into the shame that's burned black on the inside of him. a shame that's only surfaced with copious amounts of drink and with the disgraceful dismissal of their further help from across the ocean, where izou felt the burning rubble all around them was surely... some kind of mistake.
a mistake he had a hand in, like all the ones before, and all the ones he would keep making, and he grits his teeth as his chin bumps against the older (?) man's shoulder. it's all sound advice. more sound than most anything he'd been given in life, really, to the point it's overwhelming and almost beyond his understanding. a door cracking open that he instinctually wants to shut and keep closed with desperate hands shoved against it. his hands move erratically in an effort to grasp the fabric of elysium's clothing, but eventually, they too relent. )
What I can do, in the long-term...
( he should argue. say he really can handle this disappointment on his own, a sparkle of sunlight dancing on his childhood friend's smile and in his memory as he told izou he was great, but it all falls short in the face of elysium's blunt opinion.
all izou can manage to choke out is a dry sob, rubbing his cheek onto elysium's shoulder to wipe away the formings of a tear. )
Crushed by my own standards. Hahah. That'd... That's not gonna... long as no one treats me like a laughingstock like they used to, then... I'll try to last, ...long. Longer than back then.
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the titles of the texts reveal they mostly concern a certain time period, a tumultuous bygone era known as the bakumatsu, which is, relevant to this land's history but not really relevant to elysium. whatever he was looking for, was trying to find is lost in the pages. a reminder, maybe... or advice, or maybe he was just punishing himself further. it's a mystery. )
I call ya out here to, help me finish this... and now you're sendin' me back to my room. Can't call yourself a man unless, you finish the whole bottle.
( and yeah, he can be slung over a shoulder if need be... he's just complaining. )
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But even if Elysium commits the titles to memory, he won't… really do anything with the knowledge, other than make associations as they arise. He's found Izou in a vulnerable state, and who knows how much of himself he's comfortable with revealing? It's more meaningful if Izou ever decides to tell him about it himself, and there are plenty of other ways for Elysium to be unnecessarily nosy.
It's just—picking into others' histories and sore spots aren't one. ]
When I said I was considering staging an intervention, what I really meant was that I was definitely going to stage one. Think of it less as me sending you back to your room and more…
[ Thinking about what he knows of Izou… He picks and chooses his next words carefully. ]
… me looking out for you. You're technically in public. Would you still be able to call yourself a man if your girl found you and she started worrying about you? I get wanting your own time, but not like this.
[ He closes up the books, puts them in neat stacks before he's back to looking at Izou with a helpless shake of his head. Yeah, he's going to start by trying to peel Izou off the couch by slinging Izou's arm around his shoulders. And if it looks like he can't walk, well…… he can always escalate. ]
Call me up before you start drinking next time. [ A huff!! ] I can be quiet, you know.
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and he takes the gentle chiding in stride, gazing at the tiled floor as his feet work to keep up... this staged intervention of elysium's so much milder compared to the men that sneered while giving him a place to stay when he was at his worst in life. even that takasugi had laughed and tried to tell him everything he'd been doing was wrong in a playfully callous way, to the point izou had wanted to tell him to fuck off immediately, but.
izou shudders in a breath, a rough hand clutching tight to his arm for better balance. )
... I don't get why you're so persistent. Is this 'cause, you're tryin' to be my friend... or. 'Cause you feel bad for me? You think I don't know, gettin' all worked up like this... over somethin' I couldn't even help, in the long run, won't make things worse? ( certain extroverts had softened him a bit when it came to pushing away from others' kindness, but still— ) Lick yer own wounds first... 'afore you lick mine. We're all goin' our own separate ways when this is over... anyhow, and a dead man like me... isn't goin' anywhere.
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… Just because we'll separate one day, it doesn't make the time we spend now any less meaningful. If that were the case, we wouldn't bother making connections at all. Forget having the choice to leave, who's to say someone won't die tomorrow? Or the day after? We're people. It's only natural for us to yearn. And you're alive right now, buddy. So spare me that dead man nonsense.
[ With the arm nearest to Izou, he reaches across to tug hard on his ear. The bright side? He relents quickly, if only to shift to urging Izou to hobble forward. ]
Anyway, I've never claimed to be virtuous. I do want to be friends with you, but don't you think that my being here is my methodology for licking my own wounds? Grieving is normal, and it manifests differently for everyone, but the least we can do for those we care about is to avoid self-destruction. People care about you. If you don't believe I do, there are names that come to mind, aren't there?
[ Instead of an angry Pomeranian, isn't it more like he's dealing with a stubborn Shiba Inu? walk… please… ]
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( he wheezes it out, and it almost sounds like his voice might crack. pathetic. not at all like the boisterous young man in a glitched landscape, and not at all like the boisterous idiot who barks at the slightest pushback.
but then elysium tugs on his ear, and the immediate pain and ensuing annoyance is enough to climb him out of the pit of melancholy a little. he glares back, as fiercely as one can when they're... well. gestures at the whole of him, looking like he ought to be passed out somewhere. )
You aren't lookin' at me like you did, ... in that dream, so safe to say you actually do think I'm gonna keep goin' at this rate.
( and that there's some truth to those words. people who liked to busy themselves with others to cope, huh. he knew a good handful of folks like that. and he's walking. he's walking, okay!! the added difficulty here being their difference in height!!! )
... And don't think I haven't, thought about any of us dyin'. It's not gonna happen on my watch. I'm just... no matter what way it feels like I turn it over, in my head. It figures... I fell short somewhere. That I wasn't good enough, again. So I've gotta work harder... be better. Never let this damn organization look down on me again.
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… Someone's getting ahead of themselves. Since when was this an individual responsibility? [ His easygoing tone is replaced with a blade, sharp enough to slice through bone. What a time for Elysium to be reminded of his own shortcomings: those feelings of inadequacy, only he'd never had grandiose illusions, in denial or not, about his own capabilities. ] If you alone were enough at your full potential to take care of the Kaiju, then the rest of us wouldn't be here. I get wanting to throw yourself a pity party——we're all struggling with the weight of our decisions in some degree or manner, but who are you to shoulder the entire burden onto yourself?
[ It isn't surprising, that for all of Izou's bravado, a shade similar to Elysium's own, lays layers upon layers of insecurity and self-doubt. The 'again' catches Elysium's attention, but now isn't the time to fixate on it, his grip on Izou's leg tight. ]
Be real. The only thing you're going to achieve by setting unrealistic expectations for yourself is worry others more. I'm not going to tell you that you didn't fall short, that you were good enough, or that you don't need to work harder or be better, that's for you to figure out on your own. But at the very least, you have to keep going. Think of the long term when you do. [ … ] Not set yourself up to eventually be crushed by your own standards.
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too slow in general, really, as the beautifully cool edge of elysium's dialogue pierces through the haze and into the shame that's burned black on the inside of him. a shame that's only surfaced with copious amounts of drink and with the disgraceful dismissal of their further help from across the ocean, where izou felt the burning rubble all around them was surely... some kind of mistake.
a mistake he had a hand in, like all the ones before, and all the ones he would keep making, and he grits his teeth as his chin bumps against the older (?) man's shoulder. it's all sound advice. more sound than most anything he'd been given in life, really, to the point it's overwhelming and almost beyond his understanding. a door cracking open that he instinctually wants to shut and keep closed with desperate hands shoved against it. his hands move erratically in an effort to grasp the fabric of elysium's clothing, but eventually, they too relent. )
What I can do, in the long-term...
( he should argue. say he really can handle this disappointment on his own, a sparkle of sunlight dancing on his childhood friend's smile and in his memory as he told izou he was great, but it all falls short in the face of elysium's blunt opinion.
all izou can manage to choke out is a dry sob, rubbing his cheek onto elysium's shoulder to wipe away the formings of a tear. )
Crushed by my own standards. Hahah. That'd... That's not gonna... long as no one treats me like a laughingstock like they used to, then... I'll try to last, ...long. Longer than back then.