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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That may be the case. [ that she is one of the ones who had voted, and in turn, it was also true that there were those whose lives were ultimately sacrificed in light of the decision. it isn't that believes those numbers are inconsequential, but— ]
However, there was no way to have predicted this outcome. At the same time, by their sacrifice, who knows how many more lives were saved. [ though, it's clear he speaks mostly in hypotheticals. it isn't that he believes he should comfort her at a time like this, but that these were simple facts, even in war. ]
I just think an outcome without sacrifice... it doesn't often exist. [ when he concludes with this, he digs in his pocket, and leans over her. he seems to be asking for her hand as he pulls out a handkerchief and seems to be trying to hand it over to her. ]
Marcille knows that what he's saying is the truth. She's turned those exact words in her head many times, even spoken them aloud to people in hopes that they would embed themselves in her. Instead, when he reminds her of the obvious, her face crumples a little more again. You don't know that. Even if we couldn't predict it, thousands of people are never coming back.
She bites those words back behind her teeth. Even Callisto doesn't deserve to hear that. It also feels worse, somehow, saying them out loud, like bringing them into being.
The gesture in front of her gets her attention again. She looks at his hands with surprise and then suspicion, tilting her head to one side to inspect them further before her gaze flicks back to his.
Then, because she's still weak to chivalric gestures, she hesitantly reaches over and lightly sets her fingers in his palm. ]
What's this for?
[ please don't be a freak please don't be a freak ]
[ to be honest, he feels like even now there probably is a lot she may have wanted to say. or he could merely be reading the situation entirely incorrectly. but, he was firm on the stance of believing that there was no use overthinking it now. it's not to trivialize the lives lost, obviously, but just like death and war often went hand and hand, he figures it was an inconvenient truth of this world that they would also need to come to terms with.
when she actually settles her gaze back on him, he does seem to relax his features just slightly, as if relieved to see her return to "normal." whatever normal actually entailed, but it was better than seeing her so glum. even if he's sure those feelings themselves haven't dissipated.
when she gives her fingers, he holds onto her hand with his gloved ones. gently flipping her palm so he can set the handkerchief in the center of it. ] I just thought you looked like you needed it. [ maybe not yet, but... ] Unless you wanted me to wipe your eyes for you?
[ she's not crying but listen... does the intentions count...
This is bad, because she really didn't expect the sincerity. She's shocked into silence, fingers curling around the handkerchief as it's set in her hand.
Marcille really did look that bad, didn't she? Her cheeks grow warm just in time for her eyes to sting and go glassy with tears. She thought she was all cried out. ]
G-Get real.
[ The fact is that if he or anyone did that she would be very weak to it. Kill her.
She keeps her eyes lowered as she unfolds the handkerchief and wipes her eyes. The red in her cheeks can be chalked up to the tears. Nothing else. Shut up. ]
[ if she wasn't at all offended by the gesture then he considered it its own silent win. not that he brings any attention to this fact. actually, her reaction only serves to further put him at ease. it seemed like she would be okay at least. not that he doubted it, but even soldiers on the battlefield could lose their motivations, or find themselves confused and riddled with guilty feelings.
they weren't easy to disperse, so if even temporarily this helped, then he couldn't really ask for more. at her lowered gaze, he does purposely cast his gaze at least, as if pretending not to see. but, he does give a slight half-laugh. ] That is great news. I wouldn't want the lady's forgiveness to run so cheap.
[ is this a joke? sort of. ] They do also say hate is also not so different from any other emotion...
I am merely stating that I do not mind your emotions.
[ but, her expression tells him that this may be an appropriate time to take his leave. or at least derail the conversation topic at hand, and so, he continues. ] Glad to see you aren't holding back. But, you really should at least get something to drink later. Your hunger can come after that.
[ after all, if they're going to continue on, he figures it would be good for everyone to be prepared. ]
[ Marcille still eyes him with suspicion. The answer is unsatisfying somehow, but she can't find a way to respond to it. Callisto seems to do and say whatever he feels; Marcille's honest and irritated reactions seem to get his attention even more. Unfortunately she isn't a good liar.
Her hackles lower the more he goes on, though. He's being genuinely thoughtful again, and finally she lowers her eyes back down to the handkerchief in her hand. ]
[ to be honest, he was a bit uncomfortable with gratitude, if just because he wasn't often on the receiving end to it. at least, not in a personal way like this. handling the state affairs of the empire and being praised for that felt a bit different, and a smidge superficial, after all. there was nothing impressive about doing something that simply had to be done.
so her thanks does end up making him feel a bit at a loss for words, though he sure doesn't seem keen on showing it. he moves forward in his words, instead: ] If you took my words seriously then that's enough.
[ about getting something to drink and eat, that is.
with that said, he places a hand on her head, or attempts to. just sort of hovering there before he instead places it on her shoulder, a last show of encouragement, before he ends up moving on. ]
[ It's a good thing he didn't actually set a hand on her head; it may have felt a little degrading despite her appreciation. She just watches wide-eyed as his hand floats from her forehead over to her shoulder. He's being careful with her.
It's hard to hold a contradiction in her head, being both irritated with some of his actions and touched by others. She just sits there quietly and watches him go, curling her fingers around the handkerchief before using it to wipe her eyes and nose.
At least this gives her something to think about other than what happened in Korea. ]
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However, there was no way to have predicted this outcome. At the same time, by their sacrifice, who knows how many more lives were saved. [ though, it's clear he speaks mostly in hypotheticals. it isn't that he believes he should comfort her at a time like this, but that these were simple facts, even in war. ]
I just think an outcome without sacrifice... it doesn't often exist. [ when he concludes with this, he digs in his pocket, and leans over her. he seems to be asking for her hand as he pulls out a handkerchief and seems to be trying to hand it over to her. ]
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Marcille knows that what he's saying is the truth. She's turned those exact words in her head many times, even spoken them aloud to people in hopes that they would embed themselves in her. Instead, when he reminds her of the obvious, her face crumples a little more again. You don't know that. Even if we couldn't predict it, thousands of people are never coming back.
She bites those words back behind her teeth. Even Callisto doesn't deserve to hear that. It also feels worse, somehow, saying them out loud, like bringing them into being.
The gesture in front of her gets her attention again. She looks at his hands with surprise and then suspicion, tilting her head to one side to inspect them further before her gaze flicks back to his.
Then, because she's still weak to chivalric gestures, she hesitantly reaches over and lightly sets her fingers in his palm. ]
What's this for?
[ please don't be a freak please don't be a freak ]
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when she actually settles her gaze back on him, he does seem to relax his features just slightly, as if relieved to see her return to "normal." whatever normal actually entailed, but it was better than seeing her so glum. even if he's sure those feelings themselves haven't dissipated.
when she gives her fingers, he holds onto her hand with his gloved ones. gently flipping her palm so he can set the handkerchief in the center of it. ] I just thought you looked like you needed it. [ maybe not yet, but... ] Unless you wanted me to wipe your eyes for you?
[ she's not crying but listen... does the intentions count...
is he at least 1% less freak here? ]
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This is bad, because she really didn't expect the sincerity. She's shocked into silence, fingers curling around the handkerchief as it's set in her hand.
Marcille really did look that bad, didn't she? Her cheeks grow warm just in time for her eyes to sting and go glassy with tears. She thought she was all cried out. ]
G-Get real.
[ The fact is that if he or anyone did that she would be very weak to it. Kill her.
She keeps her eyes lowered as she unfolds the handkerchief and wipes her eyes. The red in her cheeks can be chalked up to the tears. Nothing else. Shut up. ]
I'm still upset with you, you know.
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they weren't easy to disperse, so if even temporarily this helped, then he couldn't really ask for more. at her lowered gaze, he does purposely cast his gaze at least, as if pretending not to see. but, he does give a slight half-laugh. ] That is great news. I wouldn't want the lady's forgiveness to run so cheap.
[ is this a joke? sort of. ] They do also say hate is also not so different from any other emotion...
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Thank god he says something insufferable afterwards. She squints her red-rimmed eyes at him and leans forward, scrutinizing. ]
What's that supposed to mean?
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[ but, her expression tells him that this may be an appropriate time to take his leave. or at least derail the conversation topic at hand, and so, he continues. ] Glad to see you aren't holding back. But, you really should at least get something to drink later. Your hunger can come after that.
[ after all, if they're going to continue on, he figures it would be good for everyone to be prepared. ]
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Her hackles lower the more he goes on, though. He's being genuinely thoughtful again, and finally she lowers her eyes back down to the handkerchief in her hand. ]
Yeah. I probably should.
[ ... ]
Thank you, really. This was nice of you.
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so her thanks does end up making him feel a bit at a loss for words, though he sure doesn't seem keen on showing it. he moves forward in his words, instead: ] If you took my words seriously then that's enough.
[ about getting something to drink and eat, that is.
with that said, he places a hand on her head, or attempts to. just sort of hovering there before he instead places it on her shoulder, a last show of encouragement, before he ends up moving on. ]
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It's hard to hold a contradiction in her head, being both irritated with some of his actions and touched by others. She just sits there quietly and watches him go, curling her fingers around the handkerchief before using it to wipe her eyes and nose.
At least this gives her something to think about other than what happened in Korea. ]