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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[ She could do more than just pull back—she could snap his arm, break far more than just his bones. He doesn't need to feel her scars to know what she's capable of; he'd seen it in the way she'd carried herself from the first day they'd met. But that doesn't bear relevance to his current thoughts, her hand warm in his. His focus remains fixed elsewhere, anchored by what's unspoken. Trust. ]
Only because it'd be new territory. [ simply, without his usual lilt. ] Volleyball was because it's a part of the quintessential beach experience, but let's do something that could be played in twos or fours this time. Ever try tennis?
[ A look over his shoulder, a grin. It doesn't linger long; for most of the time their hands are clasped, he keeps his gaze fixed ahead. ]
If you manage to break a racket, that's what would be truly impressive.
I know what it is and no, I haven't tried it. I think I killed someone with a tennis racket once, though.
[ Or some kind of paddle/racket-shaped thing. You used what you had, and she hadn't been able to afford weapons until she'd gotten work as a Fixer. ]
I can't remember if it broke. [ Well! A ball is less likely to break a racket than someone's head, at least!
She's also aware his gaze is largely focused in front of him, though she's not sure if that's for her sake, if he thinks she's uncomfortable, or if he just wants to make sure he's not about to run into something. He's never been that concerned about putting her out of her comfort zone before, so she's content to believe it's not that. ]
[ Gebura please. Only she'd talk about bludgeoning someone with a tennis racket so plainly. ]
… Wow! Good to know. Anything really can be a weapon in the right hands.
[ So he says, despite already being well aware of the fact. Elysium would add that Gebura wouldn't even need anything in her hands, but it's fine. They don't need to talk about that. But really, his reasons for looking ahead aren't anything special aside from wanting to give her her breadth of space; he hasn't forgotten the first time he'd offered her his hand, after all.
So, yeah. Tennis. He doesn't intend to pull the rug under her while the mood is still tangibly somber, and will release her hand whenever they enter the gym while making no show of it. Saves us (me) from writing out the tutorial, their real sports anime arc coming to a log near you one day. ]
[ Deeply appreciated. With her hand free, Gebura just takes a few seconds to quietly process the feeling. Warm.
Okay.
This was doable, even if it still has her uncomfortable upon contact. That's just a matter of getting used to it, or a reassurance to herself that she can still protect herself if she had to.
(But that was never the problem, was it?)
A breath, quiet. ]
... Satisfied that I'm fine now?
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Only because it'd be new territory. [ simply, without his usual lilt. ] Volleyball was because it's a part of the quintessential beach experience, but let's do something that could be played in twos or fours this time. Ever try tennis?
[ A look over his shoulder, a grin. It doesn't linger long; for most of the time their hands are clasped, he keeps his gaze fixed ahead. ]
If you manage to break a racket, that's what would be truly impressive.
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[ Or some kind of paddle/racket-shaped thing. You used what you had, and she hadn't been able to afford weapons until she'd gotten work as a Fixer. ]
I can't remember if it broke. [ Well! A ball is less likely to break a racket than someone's head, at least!
She's also aware his gaze is largely focused in front of him, though she's not sure if that's for her sake, if he thinks she's uncomfortable, or if he just wants to make sure he's not about to run into something. He's never been that concerned about putting her out of her comfort zone before, so she's content to believe it's not that. ]
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… Wow! Good to know. Anything really can be a weapon in the right hands.
[ So he says, despite already being well aware of the fact. Elysium would add that Gebura wouldn't even need anything in her hands, but it's fine. They don't need to talk about that. But really, his reasons for looking ahead aren't anything special aside from wanting to give her her breadth of space; he hasn't forgotten the first time he'd offered her his hand, after all.
So, yeah. Tennis. He doesn't intend to pull the rug under her while the mood is still tangibly somber, and will release her hand whenever they enter the gym while making no show of it. Saves us (me) from writing out the tutorial, their real sports anime arc coming to a log near you one day. ]
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Okay.
This was doable, even if it still has her uncomfortable upon contact. That's just a matter of getting used to it, or a reassurance to herself that she can still protect herself if she had to.
(But that was never the problem, was it?)
A breath, quiet. ]
... Satisfied that I'm fine now?