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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Rough and abrasive, his life a misery so great that he had long since wanted to stop existing; Set had adored him, that wretched, hostile thing that yearned to be accepted for every purposeful evil he'd done. To test the limits of a god's adoration and see if it could ever be found lacking.
Izou reminds him a little bit of him. Minegishi Gen with his dead eyes, a dog of a boy kicked so often he could only want death, but was not going to die untended to. The intensity of that consideration was maddening, and Set can feel it burning again. The appreciations of a war god, looking upon a real warrior. And maybe a miserable person. ]
Do not be so worried! I still have my eye on you.
[ He ruffles Izou's bangs, teasingly. ]
I only meant that I would also like to meet the human "you", too. The one you were before becoming a Servant.
did it look like worry? he didn't even register it, more attuned to the far-reaching stems of his anger than anything else. but maybe it is worry, this astonishment that curls uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach, set having already rooted the seed of want in him for that affirmation. it's just a different worry from all the other ones he doesn't voice, a grown ass man who's only lately starting to grow more and more concerned for how others view him the deeper he bonds.
there's a tired pang inside his head, a reminder of the hangover, and izou settles down from his struggle to understand, gaze flitting away. )
Better you don't. Those final moments of mine weren't pretty. Though, ... to a god, it's probably no big deal, watchin' all that suffering. Humanity's always going through it.
( he'll dangle a hand to the back of his neck to help angle the compress. )
I'm interesting enough as I am now. The legend in the flesh, makin' the best out of this next life of mine.
No, it does not matter if they were not "pretty". It matters that they were yours.
[ As a god of war, both heroic and ignoble ends have been his to observe. He works intimately with those who oversee death and the dead, in his own ways; indirectly the cause of many's end. Izou was human once, and that means he was destined to die, however it was. He still would have liked to meet the human that became this spectral entity before him. They're the same, and they're also different. ]
Mortals are always so greedy about life. They are meant to begin and end, begin and end, cycles after cycles. Few break free of it to rest eternally. None that I have ever known receive a second experience as the same person. To my understanding, that you have means you are meant to be this man, [ he gestures to the man from head to toe ] and no other.
[ neat!? ]
What were your first final moments like, Okada Izou?
( it's a question that no one's ever asked him here.
he hasn't discussed his death closely with those who liked being around him even once, not even with the girl who held his hand gently and who he'd made cry once or twice thus far. there isn't a need unless they ask, and honestly, he's got better things to do than dwell on it or give them reasons to look on him with pity.
still.
izou can't ignore the nuance to that "first", discomfort welling in his stomach. )
All you got to know about it is... I couldn't see much 'till it was almost over. Just the dirt, and then, lop-sided... the sky. The second time...
( his hand was touching his insides, warm.
warmer than his person, a sick, unwanted thing that kept coming back to "life" after death thanks to a grave and pen on paper. chances to prove his worth time and time again. )
Mortals are greedy? ... They sure are. And what's wrong with that? I'm never gonna stop wantin', and if I'd had a chance to live longer, I would've stopped at nothin' to grab it. But here I am, a relic of the choices I made. The same man, every time, and maybe I'll actually learn somethin' this time. Not that I regret anything I did.
[ Death and dying are part of the mortal condition. They were not endless beings like the gods, not given dominion over their world save for how they adapted and innovated to it; what they had, amidst that weakness, was free will. No god would ever escape the confines of the order given to them, nor their duty to uphold the unspoken tenants of the reality they were born to.
Maybe it's why Set asks Izou about his death: because he'll never fully know it, not in the way a human would. ( Certainly, in his last game, he "died" a few times, but there was a revival mechanic so it never sunk in. )
Maybe he's just disturbingly curious, because he has caused many violent deaths.
Or maybe he just wants to know, for no other reason than he has a desire to listen. ]
That could never be all. What did you feel? What did you think? What was the last taste in your mouth? Was anyone there to witness your final moments, or were you alone? How did it happen?
[ There are brutal questions to ask, and Set has never shied away from them. He settles into a crouch by Izou, balanced on his toes like some sort of feral thing ready to sink claws into the poor man's brain and find the answers that will sate his curiosity. There's a lack of maliciousness to it, though. Certainly, it's rude, but his eyes are bright and round, his expression oddly youthful in the way all his stern lines have smoothed out. ]
Not every mortal takes pride in their greed. Most try to hide it, disparage it, rise above it, turn away from it, defeat it. Embracing it takes a different type of man. I see nothing wrong with your ambition. [ He flashes teeth, animal-sharp. ] Nor your lack of regret. It's reassuring to have you on the team. Some people cannot see past their failures, and hunger for the successes they know they are capable of.
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Rough and abrasive, his life a misery so great that he had long since wanted to stop existing; Set had adored him, that wretched, hostile thing that yearned to be accepted for every purposeful evil he'd done. To test the limits of a god's adoration and see if it could ever be found lacking.
Izou reminds him a little bit of him. Minegishi Gen with his dead eyes, a dog of a boy kicked so often he could only want death, but was not going to die untended to. The intensity of that consideration was maddening, and Set can feel it burning again. The appreciations of a war god, looking upon a real warrior. And maybe a miserable person. ]
Do not be so worried! I still have my eye on you.
[ He ruffles Izou's bangs, teasingly. ]
I only meant that I would also like to meet the human "you", too. The one you were before becoming a Servant.
i'm cry...
did it look like worry? he didn't even register it, more attuned to the far-reaching stems of his anger than anything else. but maybe it is worry, this astonishment that curls uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach, set having already rooted the seed of want in him for that affirmation. it's just a different worry from all the other ones he doesn't voice, a grown ass man who's only lately starting to grow more and more concerned for how others view him the deeper he bonds.
there's a tired pang inside his head, a reminder of the hangover, and izou settles down from his struggle to understand, gaze flitting away. )
Better you don't. Those final moments of mine weren't pretty. Though, ... to a god, it's probably no big deal, watchin' all that suffering. Humanity's always going through it.
( he'll dangle a hand to the back of his neck to help angle the compress. )
I'm interesting enough as I am now. The legend in the flesh, makin' the best out of this next life of mine.
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[ As a god of war, both heroic and ignoble ends have been his to observe. He works intimately with those who oversee death and the dead, in his own ways; indirectly the cause of many's end. Izou was human once, and that means he was destined to die, however it was. He still would have liked to meet the human that became this spectral entity before him. They're the same, and they're also different. ]
Mortals are always so greedy about life. They are meant to begin and end, begin and end, cycles after cycles. Few break free of it to rest eternally. None that I have ever known receive a second experience as the same person. To my understanding, that you have means you are meant to be this man, [ he gestures to the man from head to toe ] and no other.
[ neat!? ]
What were your first final moments like, Okada Izou?
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he hasn't discussed his death closely with those who liked being around him even once, not even with the girl who held his hand gently and who he'd made cry once or twice thus far. there isn't a need unless they ask, and honestly, he's got better things to do than dwell on it or give them reasons to look on him with pity.
still.
izou can't ignore the nuance to that "first", discomfort welling in his stomach. )
All you got to know about it is... I couldn't see much 'till it was almost over. Just the dirt, and then, lop-sided... the sky. The second time...
( his hand was touching his insides, warm.
warmer than his person, a sick, unwanted thing that kept coming back to "life" after death thanks to a grave and pen on paper. chances to prove his worth time and time again. )
Mortals are greedy? ... They sure are. And what's wrong with that? I'm never gonna stop wantin', and if I'd had a chance to live longer, I would've stopped at nothin' to grab it. But here I am, a relic of the choices I made. The same man, every time, and maybe I'll actually learn somethin' this time. Not that I regret anything I did.
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Maybe it's why Set asks Izou about his death: because he'll never fully know it, not in the way a human would. ( Certainly, in his last game, he "died" a few times, but there was a revival mechanic so it never sunk in. )
Maybe he's just disturbingly curious, because he has caused many violent deaths.
Or maybe he just wants to know, for no other reason than he has a desire to listen. ]
That could never be all. What did you feel? What did you think? What was the last taste in your mouth? Was anyone there to witness your final moments, or were you alone? How did it happen?
[ There are brutal questions to ask, and Set has never shied away from them. He settles into a crouch by Izou, balanced on his toes like some sort of feral thing ready to sink claws into the poor man's brain and find the answers that will sate his curiosity. There's a lack of maliciousness to it, though. Certainly, it's rude, but his eyes are bright and round, his expression oddly youthful in the way all his stern lines have smoothed out. ]
Not every mortal takes pride in their greed. Most try to hide it, disparage it, rise above it, turn away from it, defeat it. Embracing it takes a different type of man. I see nothing wrong with your ambition. [ He flashes teeth, animal-sharp. ] Nor your lack of regret. It's reassuring to have you on the team. Some people cannot see past their failures, and hunger for the successes they know they are capable of.