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 Koreaās 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 didnāt track down an injured and resting Imugi—they tracked down the Imugiās 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. LILITHās 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.
ā¶ 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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Yeah, thatās the part thatās easier said than d—
[ He starts with a sort of weary sarcasm in his voice, but heās cut off abruptly as Set steals his sunglasses. Itās a surprising gesture, and itās not one he immediately understands. It takes Setās defiant clarification for him to at least guess at where itās coming from, and it makes him laugh. ]
Sounds that bad to you, huh?
[ Thatās not surprising, exactly. Almost every god would fear losing their Authority. Becoming mortal, losing their Authority, itās akin to dying. But even as a younger, brasher god, Tezcatlipoca had never thought of his eventual fate that way. In the way that poetry and metaphor were something physical and tangible to the divine, the fact that he would eventually lose all of it felt fitting. In one interpretation, when the sun finally set for the last time and the world was given to darkness, of course its most powerful god would step forward to join it in perpetuity. But in another, and the one he personally, secretly favoredā¦
He would be the last one left. A mortal shouldnāt have to bear that terrible, lonely weight. Such was his form of mercy, and itās a quiet, understated thing.
Tezcatlipoca reaches up behind Setās back to place a hand on his head. He pulls him a little closer as he tousles his hair. Itās fond and annoying. ]
Well, aināt gotta worry about that yet. Only happens once the sun canāt reflect off my obsidian leg anymore. And despite what the rest of āem think, this world is still doinā fine, relatively speakinā. Iāll be concerned once theyāre gettingā to millions at once, and even thenā¦ Eh. They just aināt made to think that way, though.
[ He removes his hand, but itās so he can lean his head against Setās. Since heās curled up this way, heāll indulge it, even if itās definitely not to the same extent. ]
Thatās where you and me come in, seems like. Gotta push āem, otherwise theyāll be stuck moping. You run into Ereshkigal yet, for example? Sheās practically got a raincloud over her. [ ā¦ ] More than usual.
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[ He starts with a sort of weary sarcasm in his voice, but heās cut off abruptly as Set steals his sunglasses. Itās a surprising gesture, and itās not one he immediately understands. It takes Setās defiant clarification for him to at least guess at where itās coming from, and it makes him laugh. ]
Sounds that bad to you, huh?
[ Thatās not surprising, exactly. Almost every god would fear losing their Authority. Becoming mortal, losing their Authority, itās akin to dying. But even as a younger, brasher god, Tezcatlipoca had never thought of his eventual fate that way. In the way that poetry and metaphor were something physical and tangible to the divine, the fact that he would eventually lose all of it felt fitting. In one interpretation, when the sun finally set for the last time and the world was given to darkness, of course its most powerful god would step forward to join it in perpetuity. But in another, and the one he personally, secretly favoredā¦
He would be the last one left. A mortal shouldnāt have to bear that terrible, lonely weight. Such was his form of mercy, and itās a quiet, understated thing.
Tezcatlipoca reaches up behind Setās back to place a hand on his head. He pulls him a little closer as he tousles his hair. Itās fond and annoying. ]
Well, aināt gotta worry about that yet. Only happens once the sun canāt reflect off my obsidian leg anymore. And despite what the rest of āem think, this world is still doinā fine, relatively speakinā. Iāll be concerned once theyāre gettingā to millions at once, and even thenā¦ Eh. They just aināt made to think that way, though.
[ He removes his hand, but itās so he can lean his head against Setās. Since heās curled up this way, heāll indulge it, even if itās definitely not to the same extent. ]
Thatās where you and me come in, seems like. Gotta push āem, otherwise theyāll be stuck moping. You run into Ereshkigal yet, for example? Sheās practically got a raincloud over her. [ ā¦ ] More than usual.