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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[Elysium pulls in. The snake desires to share its warmth - he may not have a tail anymore to wrap around his legs, but his hands move to put the drink down before they reach up to rest on the sides of the man's neck. His own head moves forward, and forehead knocks lightly against forehead.]
[The slate is clean, huh? It should be something of a relief. He never likes debts sitting if he has to let them sit. They accumulate, and grow to things untameable.]
You do know how to look after someone. [He admits, softly. The churning feelings from before at the news (-you abandoned humanity-) feels like its making a comeback, with a sigh.] Sit with me for a while, would you?
[ hello sir weren't you supposed to be allergic to sincerity?
It's the physical contact that goes beyond teasing, touch that has seemingly has no apparent purpose other than to keep Elysium close. The vulnerability in his tone and gaze, however genuine and however much it mirrors what he's trying to willfully ignore has Elysium immediately wanting to jolt back, bubble into laughter, and look anywhere but at him. Instead of doing any of that, he freezes. Perceptibly.
Are all their debts truly settled? ]
… Right… [ Eventually, he starts, a little stiffly. He has to mentally kick himself not to gape, closing his eyes with an exhale he tries not to turn into a shudder. … A press of his forehead back, and then he's straightening himself out again, all to plop himself top the blanket, a thin veneer of separation between their bodies. ]
I've seen you around, trying to cheer up others. [ … ] How similar is this place, you'd say, to Belobog?
[ rambly. as if trying to find something, anything, that'll stick. ]
[There's no reason to this. And honestly, even Sampo couldn't tell you how far this goes - whether its sincere, whether its insincere, whether he's just dabbling in it, whether he's really just tired and feeling the weight of those thousands of lives more than he'd like, being reminded of a faraway beach at the end of the world.]
[Could be anything. Could be everything. Could be nothing at all. He's leaning into it, though - at least, the fatigue is what he will admit before anything else.]
[What a problematic thing, to be human, huh?]
[Elysium plops next to him. He shifts, imperceptibly, a little closer. Not yet too close.]
Belobog? [Of course he wants to shift to a subject, and its one that's softer to him than most. He closes his eyes for a little while, still smiling.] Not especially similar! But people aren't in the best state of mind, in circumstances like they have.
[ A sea for two. A log cabin blanketed in snow for two. There's a lot to be regretful for and Elysium wonders if this will be one of them. For the time being, he breathes a quieter laugh, bringing a knee up to his chest to rest his chin atop of it. ]
Mm. I can imagine. [ … ] But I meant the view.
[ Did he? He could've been more specific to begin with. In a way, these large cities were their own bastions or humanity. Nevertheless, he burrows his face, rocking to his side to bump shoulders with Sampo, as if to suggest for him to loosen up (ha) before he returns to his original position. They're close. They're distant. They're both all at the same time, and it elicits a weird sort of comfort even when it shouldn't, compared to the tension of the last time they'd been in such proximity.
In the meantime:
< @ MONEYBAGS has been made an ADMINISTRATOR of [UNTITLED] >
controls of this idyllic world for Sampo to do what he pleases with, if he wants to do anything with it at all. ]
[The man bumps into him. He smiles at that, but the sudden popup makes his expression plummet - it almost looks like a brief moment of actual shock, even panic.]
...Hey, buddy. [Back to smiling again, though he's nervous, his hand reaching out to grasp the man's shoulder - he shakes it a little.] You really don't need to do that. That's- that's too much-
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[The slate is clean, huh? It should be something of a relief. He never likes debts sitting if he has to let them sit. They accumulate, and grow to things untameable.]
You do know how to look after someone. [He admits, softly. The churning feelings from before at the news (-you abandoned humanity-) feels like its making a comeback, with a sigh.] Sit with me for a while, would you?
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It's the physical contact that goes beyond teasing, touch that has seemingly has no apparent purpose other than to keep Elysium close. The vulnerability in his tone and gaze, however genuine and however much it mirrors what he's trying to willfully ignore has Elysium immediately wanting to jolt back, bubble into laughter, and look anywhere but at him. Instead of doing any of that, he freezes. Perceptibly.
Are all their debts truly settled? ]
… Right… [ Eventually, he starts, a little stiffly. He has to mentally kick himself not to gape, closing his eyes with an exhale he tries not to turn into a shudder. … A press of his forehead back, and then he's straightening himself out again, all to plop himself top the blanket, a thin veneer of separation between their bodies. ]
I've seen you around, trying to cheer up others. [ … ] How similar is this place, you'd say, to Belobog?
[ rambly. as if trying to find something, anything, that'll stick. ]
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[Could be anything. Could be everything. Could be nothing at all. He's leaning into it, though - at least, the fatigue is what he will admit before anything else.]
[What a problematic thing, to be human, huh?]
[Elysium plops next to him. He shifts, imperceptibly, a little closer. Not yet too close.]
Belobog? [Of course he wants to shift to a subject, and its one that's softer to him than most. He closes his eyes for a little while, still smiling.] Not especially similar! But people aren't in the best state of mind, in circumstances like they have.
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Mm. I can imagine. [ … ] But I meant the view.
[ Did he? He could've been more specific to begin with. In a way, these large cities were their own bastions or humanity. Nevertheless, he burrows his face, rocking to his side to bump shoulders with Sampo, as if to suggest for him to loosen up (ha) before he returns to his original position. They're close. They're distant. They're both all at the same time, and it elicits a weird sort of comfort even when it shouldn't, compared to the tension of the last time they'd been in such proximity.
In the meantime:
controls of this idyllic world for Sampo to do what he pleases with, if he wants to do anything with it at all. ]
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[Ah.]
[The man bumps into him. He smiles at that, but the sudden popup makes his expression plummet - it almost looks like a brief moment of actual shock, even panic.]
...Hey, buddy. [Back to smiling again, though he's nervous, his hand reaching out to grasp the man's shoulder - he shakes it a little.] You really don't need to do that. That's- that's too much-
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[ you know what
his reaction is making this worse, actually. ]
Enjoy! Later, Koski.
[ one peace sign later and he's gone just like that!!!!!!! ]
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[WHAT]
....Elysium?!
[HE'S FUCKING GONE??? TAKING OUT OF HIS PLAYBOOK AGAIN AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]
[yeah he will yell into this nearby pillow FUCKING. ELYSIUM. HE'LL GET BACK AT YOU FOR THIS YOU HACK]