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 trains don't run there it's faster if i pick you up! and pack light we're going by motorcycle
[ It's a good thing she can't see his expression because he's conflicted as he hits send. She doesn't need her arsenal of weapons because he doesn't plan to take her to a gun range at all. Considering all the shooting they did this month, he disagrees that more shooting is the way to blow off steam and had messaged her with every intention to mislead her, but then their conversation had gotten sidetracked into names and now he's feeling weirdly perceived and self-conscious about pulling off this deception. ]
[ Motorcycle? Since when does he have one of those, she wonders? That's not what tilts her head though. No, she's wondering what to bring if she's supposed to "pack light." Maybe just one of the Eagles...? ]
[ She's already dressed and ready to go, but only because she's been dressed in a long T-shirt and shorts this whole time. Not difficult at all to throw on some running shoes and grab a hat on her way out. Though, she stuff the hat into her duffel bag along with water, some actually decent granola bars...and one of the Eagles. She has to. Just for shits and giggles. And maybe because she wants to show it off. Maybe. ]
[ Elan sends her the location to one of LILITH's lots at base where his motorcycle is parked. By the time she arrives, he's committed to the bit and greets her with an innocent smile. Sorry about your shooting plans Lucy... ]
The weather's not bad for a ride! A bit muggy but I'll take it over acid rain on the forecast.
[ He wears a motorcycle helmet and sunglasses, and he passes her a second helmet as he settles into the seat. ]
[ No sign of any guns on him. Hrm. Perhaps she should've left hers in her room. Maybe, maybe not. No sense worrying about it now. How much trouble could they get in on just a ride around?
She wonders if she's baiting trouble with such a thought.
Lucy takes the helmet with a soft "yeah" and slowly slides it on over her head. The inside scrapes a little against her horns, but briefly. Not enough to be uncomfortable for an extended period, thankfully. And once it's secured, she climbs on behind Elan.
She hesitates to actually grab onto him. This is close...too close. It's just because of safety but still, she takes a moment longer to prepare herself mentally before her arms finally slide around his waist. Her face burns more than she'd like as she sinks against his back. ]
[ Don't worry, he has a license which he obtained a while back to ride his motorcycle around Tokyo (and maybe someday, even farther away). This is his first time carrying someone though, and he's in a good mood, grinning ear to ear as he pulls back the throttle.
They weave through traffic for a while before turning onto an old road leaving Tokyo. The city streets give way to overgrown paths and if she's asking any questions, he's deflecting them with vague answers. It's a surprise, you see, and so on.
Eventually, Elan pulls to a stop in an old lot. Cicadas buzz in the distance. A ferris wheel peeks out from behind the trees. They're at the abandoned theme park. Come to think of it, it had been Nyuu who'd come last time and not Kaede. He parks the bike and pulls off his helmet. ]
We've been gone a whole month. Good to see the kaiju haven't trampled the place.
[ She's not one to get motion sickness, thankfully for the two of them, but her stomach still lurches as they speed off. Lucy gradually forgets the initial awkwardness of holding on in favor of just watching the city go by. Blurs of lights, cars, people, signs; all pass by as if they're just illusions. It would almost enough to put her to sleep if not for the sudden turns or the natural jostling of riding a bike over uneven pavement.
She perks up as the ferris wheel comes into view. This park looks familiar even after all this time, and she's likewise surprised to see it still standing. She stays on the bike as she lifts the helmet off her head, but her gaze stays on the park with visible curiosity. ]
This place is...this is from months ago, isn't it?
Yeah. It's out of power, sorry to disappoint, but I still come out here to get fresh air.
[ It's sorta his getaway, since base feels like a cage, and the city can be too noisy and crowded. Elan dismounts and stretches his arms over his head. His secret plan is really to just touch grass, chill out, and when they have no steam left to blow, then they can take to the gun range with a cool head. Though obviously he wouldn't mind whiling the whole day away with her... ]
[ Secret base...yeah. That describes what this place has become to him, and Kaede is the first one he's shared it with. The rides are defunct now, so there's no way to find out, but he wonders if she's scared of rollercoasters like Nyuu. That would be surprisingly cute.
Leading her further in, they come to a rusted trailer with new curtains on the windows. Evidently someone's been fixing things up. There's rustling in the bushes as they approach, and if Kaede looks fast enough she might glimpse the tail of a scampering cat. Elan unslings his backpack and pulls from it a bag of cat food, which he dumps in a bowl at the foot of the vehicle to pspsp the stray cats back. ]
Usually there's a pack of them running around here. They can be kinda prickly around humans. Like you.
[ The trailer is a surprise and yet not. She wonders how long he spends camping out here. Given how little he cares for LILITH, she can't blame him if he spends every hour outside base as possible. Before she wonders what the interior looks like, she spots the cats, or their tails, and immediately crouches. She stays as still as possible with her hands across her knees to watch them, or, rather, to watch Elan fill their bowl and entice them back with a free meal. Not that she expects the felines to take to her right away. She's a stranger to them, so the best she can do is seem nonthreatening.
Though that's hard to do when she's frowning up at Elan for the remark. Worse still that he's not even wrong. She's in a good enough humor to add extra sarcasm to the quip that follows. ]
[ He blinks at first, before her words click and his expression spreads into a fond smile. ]
I didn't think about it like that, but now that you say it, I can't unsee it.
[ She really is like a prickly cat! Elan drops down in the grass besides her, sitting cross-legged to wait and see if the stray will come back. ]
Speaking of, how are your horns?
[ They had been damaged in the fight a few months ago if he's remembering correctly. It doesn't look like they're causing her pain, but he also doesn't know the first thing about them. ]
[ Dang it. She should've just kept her mouth shut. Maybe if she'd played dumb-!! Ah well. She'll just have to brace herself for any future cat-themed teasing. ]
Still a little sensitive, but it's tolerable. They don't hurt, anyway.
[ She's eager to not go through them breaking again, though. It was painful, inconvenient, and overall just not a good time. ]
[ His gaze lingers on her horns. She's lucky there's no lasting damage. If he starts thinking about all the close calls and needless suffering they've been put through, he'll start feeling bitter, so he pushes those thoughts away. ]
[ What she is... It shouldn't be a hard question to answer. Still, she pauses and hums in thought as she wonders just how to say it all. So much awful, bloody history condensed into less than twenty years.
Finally, she breathes out a steadying sigh and sits down properly. She faces him head-on, face grim as the grave. ]
They called us "Diclonius." Me, and all the ones born after me...born because of me. Because I infected their parents with my "arms."
[ He had brought Kaede out here to relax, so seeing her expression turn grave, he realizes he must have tread on a sensitive subject and is facepalming internally. Good going! Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. This feels important to hear out though, and he is curious about her... ]
I think I would've noticed if you grew extra appendages.
[ He has his guesses about her "arms" but he's not going to bring up the girl from the desert, that would be a sure way to tank her mood even further. He's not prying hard either, he'll hear out whatever she feels like sharing with him. ]
They're invisible. They're like if you could move your own arms but without flesh and blood limiting that movement. And they're stronger. Faster.
[ To demonstrate, she looks over at the bag of cat food nearby and lifts it up into the air with one of them. The bag floats over to her and tips so a small handful of kibble drops into her palm. ]
[ The urge to roll her eyes at the pun is...yeah, too strong. Sorry, Elan, she can't help it. It's a well-humored response, at least! What with her soft "heh" to go along with it. ]
Yeah, they're pretty useful.
[ The bag of catfood plops down on the ground in front of her so she can funnel the kibble in her hand back into it. ]
Before coming here, they were sharper and longer. And they carried a virus that rewrote human DNA. Gave their children horns like mine..."arms" like mine.
You have nothing to worry about. They took that power from me when I came here...I think.
[ She assumes LILITH would, at least, since they dulled them down so much already. Her gaze falls onto Elan's hand, and she gives him a quick glance as if to ask "are you sure?" before one of her vectors reaches out.
The hand slides into his with no sound and no real presence. He'd be forgiven for thinking it isn't there at all if not for the pressure of what feel like fingers pressing gently down on his hand. ]
[ Elan rubs his thumb along the back of her invisible hand and squeezes and unsqueezes it lightly, feeling out the shape of her hand that he can touch but not see. Then he closes his hand around hers and shakes it up and down. It probably looks as goofy as his smile right now. There. Now they're friends. ]
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i'll join you
but let me pick the spot
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that's fine
just send me the location when you're ready
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it's faster if i pick you up!
and pack light we're going by motorcycle
[ It's a good thing she can't see his expression because he's conflicted as he hits send. She doesn't need her arsenal of weapons because he doesn't plan to take her to a gun range at all. Considering all the shooting they did this month, he disagrees that more shooting is the way to blow off steam and had messaged her with every intention to mislead her, but then their conversation had gotten sidetracked into names and now he's feeling weirdly perceived and self-conscious about pulling off this deception. ]
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okay
should I bring water or something?
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let me know where to meet you
[ He will toss some stuff into his backpack that look suspiciously unrelated to firearms and head out. ]
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[ She's already dressed and ready to go, but only because she's been dressed in a long T-shirt and shorts this whole time. Not difficult at all to throw on some running shoes and grab a hat on her way out. Though, she stuff the hat into her duffel bag along with water, some actually decent granola bars...and one of the Eagles. She has to. Just for shits and giggles. And maybe because she wants to show it off. Maybe. ]
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The weather's not bad for a ride! A bit muggy but I'll take it over acid rain on the forecast.
[ He wears a motorcycle helmet and sunglasses, and he passes her a second helmet as he settles into the seat. ]
Grab on to me.
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She wonders if she's baiting trouble with such a thought.
Lucy takes the helmet with a soft "yeah" and slowly slides it on over her head. The inside scrapes a little against her horns, but briefly. Not enough to be uncomfortable for an extended period, thankfully. And once it's secured, she climbs on behind Elan.
She hesitates to actually grab onto him. This is close...too close. It's just because of safety but still, she takes a moment longer to prepare herself mentally before her arms finally slide around his waist. Her face burns more than she'd like as she sinks against his back. ]
Ready.
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[ Don't worry, he has a license which he obtained a while back to ride his motorcycle around Tokyo (and maybe someday, even farther away). This is his first time carrying someone though, and he's in a good mood, grinning ear to ear as he pulls back the throttle.
They weave through traffic for a while before turning onto an old road leaving Tokyo. The city streets give way to overgrown paths and if she's asking any questions, he's deflecting them with vague answers. It's a surprise, you see, and so on.
Eventually, Elan pulls to a stop in an old lot. Cicadas buzz in the distance. A ferris wheel peeks out from behind the trees. They're at the abandoned theme park. Come to think of it, it had been Nyuu who'd come last time and not Kaede. He parks the bike and pulls off his helmet. ]
We've been gone a whole month. Good to see the kaiju haven't trampled the place.
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She perks up as the ferris wheel comes into view. This park looks familiar even after all this time, and she's likewise surprised to see it still standing. She stays on the bike as she lifts the helmet off her head, but her gaze stays on the park with visible curiosity. ]
This place is...this is from months ago, isn't it?
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[ It's sorta his getaway, since base feels like a cage, and the city can be too noisy and crowded. Elan dismounts and stretches his arms over his head. His secret plan is really to just touch grass, chill out, and when they have no steam left to blow, then they can take to the gun range with a cool head. Though obviously he wouldn't mind whiling the whole day away with her... ]
Come on, I'll show you around.
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[ She shrugs with a smarmy little smirk on her face. She hops off the bike and sets the helmet on top of it before turning to fully face the park. ]
Still pretty cool you set up your own base in a place like this.
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Leading her further in, they come to a rusted trailer with new curtains on the windows. Evidently someone's been fixing things up. There's rustling in the bushes as they approach, and if Kaede looks fast enough she might glimpse the tail of a scampering cat. Elan unslings his backpack and pulls from it a bag of cat food, which he dumps in a bowl at the foot of the vehicle to pspsp the stray cats back. ]
Usually there's a pack of them running around here. They can be kinda prickly around humans. Like you.
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Though that's hard to do when she's frowning up at Elan for the remark. Worse still that he's not even wrong. She's in a good enough humor to add extra sarcasm to the quip that follows. ]
It's because of the horns, isn't it?
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I didn't think about it like that, but now that you say it, I can't unsee it.
[ She really is like a prickly cat! Elan drops down in the grass besides her, sitting cross-legged to wait and see if the stray will come back. ]
Speaking of, how are your horns?
[ They had been damaged in the fight a few months ago if he's remembering correctly. It doesn't look like they're causing her pain, but he also doesn't know the first thing about them. ]
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Still a little sensitive, but it's tolerable. They don't hurt, anyway.
[ She's eager to not go through them breaking again, though. It was painful, inconvenient, and overall just not a good time. ]
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[ His gaze lingers on her horns. She's lucky there's no lasting damage. If he starts thinking about all the close calls and needless suffering they've been put through, he'll start feeling bitter, so he pushes those thoughts away. ]
So if you're not a cat... What exactly are you?
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Finally, she breathes out a steadying sigh and sits down properly. She faces him head-on, face grim as the grave. ]
They called us "Diclonius." Me, and all the ones born after me...born because of me. Because I infected their parents with my "arms."
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I think I would've noticed if you grew extra appendages.
[ He has his guesses about her "arms" but he's not going to bring up the girl from the desert, that would be a sure way to tank her mood even further. He's not prying hard either, he'll hear out whatever she feels like sharing with him. ]
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They're invisible. They're like if you could move your own arms but without flesh and blood limiting that movement. And they're stronger. Faster.
[ To demonstrate, she looks over at the bag of cat food nearby and lifts it up into the air with one of them. The bag floats over to her and tips so a small handful of kibble drops into her palm. ]
They're convenient, but lethal. Or, they were.
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Sounds handy. [ ...bad pun. He grins and moves on. ] You must be speedy with chores.
[ While they're chatting, a stray cat emerges from the shrubbery and makes for the bowl of cat food. ]
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Yeah, they're pretty useful.
[ The bag of catfood plops down on the ground in front of her so she can funnel the kibble in her hand back into it. ]
Before coming here, they were sharper and longer. And they carried a virus that rewrote human DNA. Gave their children horns like mine..."arms" like mine.
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I'm not going to grow horns, am I? Should I be worried?
[ He looks completely unworried. Maybe he shouldn't be facetious but that's just how he is! ]
Hey, give me your hand. Your invisible one.
[ Elan sticks his hand out for a handshake, looking at her expectantly. ]
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You have nothing to worry about. They took that power from me when I came here...I think.
[ She assumes LILITH would, at least, since they dulled them down so much already. Her gaze falls onto Elan's hand, and she gives him a quick glance as if to ask "are you sure?" before one of her vectors reaches out.
The hand slides into his with no sound and no real presence. He'd be forgiven for thinking it isn't there at all if not for the pressure of what feel like fingers pressing gently down on his hand. ]
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Nice to meet you, Miss Diclonius.
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we can probably wrap this one up c:
aye aye o7