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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( "disapprove" ... that's a word he recognizes that cuts through the haze, often uttered in his direction by a certain mentor in life. it often came coupled with other words, like "disappoint", or "disgrace".
funny. they all start the same. what's up with that? )
Not even, gettin' shitfaced... would deter me from that. 'Specially when it comes to an escort mission. It's what, I'm best at. Never failed one.
[ Not failing a single such mission is an accomplishment โ or maybe it seems especially remarkable because lost lives were the norm in Lobotomy Corporation. How heavy does that make the weight of Seoul's rising death toll? The failure pinned on the Busan team?
Yesod checks the path ahead, confirming that he won't steer Izou into any objects. They have a stretch of the base left to cross between them and the entrance to the Brimstone wing. ]
This mission was a rather different experience, I take it.
[ Yesod's expression doesn't change as his gaze flicks back toward Izou. He nods, accepting the clarification. Hired as a bodyguard at times, an assassin at others โ it's possible that it seemed much more straightforward than the missions here. It's unlikely that it involved decisions such as the choice to make in Seoul. ]
Perhaps you would be a Fixer, in our City. Do you prefer that type of work?
( a spindling feeling wells up in him, the sort that makes one want to hold their breath. )
Couple of you've said I'd be decent at it, so... why not?
( he might as well have been born in blood, born to watch others bleed, like a weary dog just hoping someone will pay attention to him. the hand that'd been patting yesod on the shoulder rests. )
[ Yes, Izou would undoubtedly have plenty of targets to dispose of in their City. Questioning the status quo might be dismissed as pathetic idealism.
After another moment's pause, looking ahead again, Yesod adds: ]
...A long time ago, I was a researcher, part of a team. A colleague of mine was tasked with our protection back then. She was a Fixer.
[ And it should have been straightforward, a matter of keeping them safe from the dangers in the Outskirts โ not from themselves.
I only managed to save two people, Gebura said when he witnessed her final memories of that past life, the carnage that he was spared, having died his quieter mess of a death before it even came to that. She still has regrets โ but she still intends to protect her colleagues in her current life. ]
It's likely that the two of you have already met, one way or another. Her name is Gebura.
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( "disapprove" ... that's a word he recognizes that cuts through the haze, often uttered in his direction by a certain mentor in life. it often came coupled with other words, like "disappoint", or "disgrace".
funny. they all start the same. what's up with that? )
Not even, gettin' shitfaced... would deter me from that. 'Specially when it comes to an escort mission. It's what, I'm best at. Never failed one.
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[ Not failing a single such mission is an accomplishment โ or maybe it seems especially remarkable because lost lives were the norm in Lobotomy Corporation. How heavy does that make the weight of Seoul's rising death toll? The failure pinned on the Busan team?
Yesod checks the path ahead, confirming that he won't steer Izou into any objects. They have a stretch of the base left to cross between them and the entrance to the Brimstone wing. ]
This mission was a rather different experience, I take it.
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( pat-pat, on yesod's shoulder. )
Sometimes both, in one mission. You chat up a guy... make 'em feel comfortable...
( the same hand that was using him as support makes a dramatic chopping motion. )
โthen cut him down on the way home.
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Perhaps you would be a Fixer, in our City. Do you prefer that type of work?
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( a spindling feeling wells up in him, the sort that makes one want to hold their breath. )
Couple of you've said I'd be decent at it, so... why not?
( he might as well have been born in blood, born to watch others bleed, like a weary dog just hoping someone will pay attention to him. the hand that'd been patting yesod on the shoulder rests. )
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[ Yes, Izou would undoubtedly have plenty of targets to dispose of in their City. Questioning the status quo might be dismissed as pathetic idealism.
After another moment's pause, looking ahead again, Yesod adds: ]
...A long time ago, I was a researcher, part of a team. A colleague of mine was tasked with our protection back then. She was a Fixer.
[ And it should have been straightforward, a matter of keeping them safe from the dangers in the Outskirts โ not from themselves.
I only managed to save two people, Gebura said when he witnessed her final memories of that past life, the carnage that he was spared, having died his quieter mess of a death before it even came to that. She still has regrets โ but she still intends to protect her colleagues in her current life. ]
It's likely that the two of you have already met, one way or another. Her name is Gebura.
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( ... funny, how many of them seem to be connected.
to know your peers and still keep up with them must be an intimate feeling.
even if his were here, he'd still... )
So, you're here... servin' the same roles as before. Must be nice.