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Entry tags:
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- hollow knight: the knight,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ disney: mickey mouse,
- ✖ ffxiv: tataru taru,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: xion,
- ✖ lady trent: isabella camherst,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ original: yuka ichijou,
- ✖ shadowrun: gobbet,
- ✖ tales of the abyss: asch the bloody,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides
January Aftermath: What Would It Take
JANUARY AFTERMATH: WHAT WOULD IT TAKE
Who: Everyone!
What: The sun is reborn; time to recover
When: January 28th and beyond
Where: Everywhere! Ensō, Monsun, Chol, and the Islets
Warnings: Please mark any additional warnings as needed!
What: The sun is reborn; time to recover
When: January 28th and beyond
Where: Everywhere! Ensō, Monsun, Chol, and the Islets
Warnings: Please mark any additional warnings as needed!
Quiet Like The Snow
Come the sunrise on the 28th, the sun will launch itself into the air with a victorious shriek, its wings trailing plumes of fire behind it. The phoenix takes flight, reborn from the ashes. Though not all the shadowy beings have gone from the world, the reappearance of the sun is enough to make them slink off into the shadows- a fight for another day...or another evening.
Now, it's time for the hardest part. Now, it’s time to clean up.
Come the sunrise on the 28th, the sun will launch itself into the air with a victorious shriek, its wings trailing plumes of fire behind it. The phoenix takes flight, reborn from the ashes. Though not all the shadowy beings have gone from the world, the reappearance of the sun is enough to make them slink off into the shadows- a fight for another day...or another evening.
Now, it's time for the hardest part. Now, it’s time to clean up.
Chol
The grounds of Chol have reshaped seemingly overnight- as the morning light filters down across the land, characters will find most of the land has been blackened and charred, with many fires still raging inland. The Jormun will assist anyone who hasn’t yet to the western coast of the island; where not nearly as much of the phoenix’s impact has been felt, and a safe corridor of passage to the mana pool resides.
The shores of Chol are littered with corpses, both shadowy and scaled, along with an even smattering of crumpled paper and splotched inkstains. Despite the triumph of the fight, it did not come without its costs. The Jormun gather their dead and prepare to mourn them quietly. Those who perished in the fight will not see the sunrise from this unique perspective, watching the murk of the night tint to soft, milky yellow and pink, and then to a glorious new day.
Munin will greet the survivors with a mixture of solemnity and relief, thanking them profusely for their help. There is not much more that her people can offer you, at this point - they must grieve their dead, and she must return to the sea to prove that she has cemented her worth as a leader in the eyes of the other Jormun - but that does not mean that your stories will part forever.
The grounds of Chol have reshaped seemingly overnight- as the morning light filters down across the land, characters will find most of the land has been blackened and charred, with many fires still raging inland. The Jormun will assist anyone who hasn’t yet to the western coast of the island; where not nearly as much of the phoenix’s impact has been felt, and a safe corridor of passage to the mana pool resides.
The shores of Chol are littered with corpses, both shadowy and scaled, along with an even smattering of crumpled paper and splotched inkstains. Despite the triumph of the fight, it did not come without its costs. The Jormun gather their dead and prepare to mourn them quietly. Those who perished in the fight will not see the sunrise from this unique perspective, watching the murk of the night tint to soft, milky yellow and pink, and then to a glorious new day.
Munin will greet the survivors with a mixture of solemnity and relief, thanking them profusely for their help. There is not much more that her people can offer you, at this point - they must grieve their dead, and she must return to the sea to prove that she has cemented her worth as a leader in the eyes of the other Jormun - but that does not mean that your stories will part forever.
Ensō and Monsun
Ensō too, has seen its far share of battle. The full scale of just how much the Storyteller had kept at bay around the temple is revealed through the copious piles of shadowed corpses, several wane Jormun already at work on removing them. They assure anyone who seeks to assist that below the ocean, there is effective manners of disposal; such as large, active volcanoes to demolish the flesh before any untoward magics can give them new life.
Heat will slowly begin to return to the island, with slow coming to a halt and ice beginning to thaw. Whilst rugging up is still a requirement, characters will be capable of making their way back to the mostly unscathed islets to rebuild their own lives, or wherever else they may call home.
A notable change to Ensō, however, is as easy to find as looking up. Literally. Several floating land masses can now be seen high above the island itself- too far for anything distinguishable to be made out and too far for those capable of flight to reach. Those who watch these masses may be interested in how, over the course of a day, these strange masses seem to change shape entirely- almost as if they were simply a very unique cloud coverage that seemed ready to become a permanent fixture overhead.
Ensō too, has seen its far share of battle. The full scale of just how much the Storyteller had kept at bay around the temple is revealed through the copious piles of shadowed corpses, several wane Jormun already at work on removing them. They assure anyone who seeks to assist that below the ocean, there is effective manners of disposal; such as large, active volcanoes to demolish the flesh before any untoward magics can give them new life.
Heat will slowly begin to return to the island, with slow coming to a halt and ice beginning to thaw. Whilst rugging up is still a requirement, characters will be capable of making their way back to the mostly unscathed islets to rebuild their own lives, or wherever else they may call home.
A notable change to Ensō, however, is as easy to find as looking up. Literally. Several floating land masses can now be seen high above the island itself- too far for anything distinguishable to be made out and too far for those capable of flight to reach. Those who watch these masses may be interested in how, over the course of a day, these strange masses seem to change shape entirely- almost as if they were simply a very unique cloud coverage that seemed ready to become a permanent fixture overhead.
Additionally....
Though the Storyteller is once again nowhere to be found, exhausted adventurers will find three MREs in their packs, for anyone who could use a day off finding and preparing food. Currently, it's the best they can offer- though the Jormun promise that they will have their own spread to share after finishing collecting their dead.
Event Specifics
[ ♆ ] The 30th will see the return of any who may have died throughout the duration of the event. All revived characters will awaken at the Storyteller’s temple; remember, if your character has died, let us know here!
[ ♆ ] Item trades with the Jormun can be found on the OOC plotting post here! The number of Jormun available will dwindle through the following weeks, leaving entirely on the 10th of February. Even if you were only recently accepted, you are free to participate!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[His tone is cautiously neutral when he ventures in return:]
Could say the same thing to you.
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[But then another voice cuts through, and they jolt with surprise and turn to look at--]
Erika! Did you get hurt? [They'd have to be blind to not see the beginnings of tension starting, though, and they shake their head and hold up their hands in a placating gesture.] He's--he's okay, Tim's...he's been helping me.
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[Then she looks over to Tim - then glances at Chip, then at Tim again. Hmm. Well, that's... something, at least, possibly.] I'm their aunt. And, apparently, you're... Tim.
[How she manages to pack so much suspicion into that one syllable is a mystery for the ages.]
Helping, how?
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Checking up on them, mostly, [he offers, as evenly as he can.] For a while it was just them and Asriel. Kinda wanted to make sure they were doing okay, you know?
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[This really isn't the type of thing Chip is cut out for--they cause ruffled feathers, they've no idea how to even begin going about soothing them. They fidget and look back and forth between Tim and Erika, wishing that Grant were here--he'd know how to handle this.]
Do you--u-uh, should we...uh...
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assuming she would have seen/heard of asriel by now, lmk if i should edit
[Fortunately for everyone, that answer seems to be good enough for Erika - at least for the moment. She doesn't relax, exactly, but she seems a little less prepared to go for the throat at any moment.
She'll just keep an eye on this guy, for now.
She does, however, look to Chip when she asks her next question.]
Asriel's the... goat kid, right? [She avoids saying 'fae', because apparently those aren't so much a thing around here, though frankly a magic goat child seems pretty fuckin' faeish to her.]
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He keeps me honest. They both do.
[Should be careful. She's their aunt, meaning...well, they seem close.]
'S good you're here.
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I'm just...I haven't done that much...
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Of course, her only evidence for this before was herself and Grant, the latter of whom is just like that, but this sounds to her like more evidence for the theory that Chip has some kind of supernatural caretaking-encouragement field... possibly known as just being precious as hell.
When they reply, though, she glances over at Tim with slightly raised eyebrows, because can you believe this kid. She kneels down and nudges their shoulder, her mouth pulling into a lopsided grin, if only for the moment.]
Sorry, kid, but knowing you that sounds pretty fake. Not convinced you know how to not do, like... everything.
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[Maybe she's not as terrifying as he initially found her.]
C'mon, getting by on an island with your own place? I couldn't've done it when I was your age.
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If...if you say so...
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Uh, yeah. I mean, nice to meet you. Sorry I kinda... [looks like he lost a fistfight with a cement mixer?] ...last month was rough.