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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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[It curdles sickeningly beneath his tongue, swelling like a blister, snapping the words out coldly.]
Wake the hell up, Gobbet. We've all been through shit. You wanna dance around waving a streamer, screaming about how goddamn much you've suffered? We've all suffered. None of us is gonna know what it's like for everyone else unless we share our literal souls - which is possible by the way, not sure if you knew that, but it is, so that's fantastic! - and for some reason, I don't think anyone here is gonna be too eager to do that!
But you can believe whatever you want, y'know? Go ahead and keep thinking that no one has suffered like you have, if that gives you a free pass to walk around and do whatever you want, as long as you make it out in one piece.
Just don't, [he spits the word like it's poisonous,] don't you ever put words in my mouth, like you know what I'm thinking. 'Cause clearly? You don't.
[People like him, too good for her?]
[She's got to be fucking joking.]
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[The words are out of her mouth before she can consider them.]
You missed the point. The point wasn't that I've suffered more or less than anyone else, it's that who I am and what I do means I don't get to feel empathy like you do.
[A hasty recap of what she just said, she thinks. She hisses the next words with another sharp jab of her finger.]
I don't want your pity, I wanted you to understand that you're wasting your fucking breath.
[Wanted. Past tense. Now she just wants you to realize you've done irreparable damage to her trust in you. So she will show you, Tim, what she does when people see her vulnerabilities and try to hurt her anyway. She will retaliate.]
[Gobbet's fist connects with his jaw in a blur of motion. She shakes her hand off, idly considering her reddened knuckles as she turns, again, to walk away from him.]
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[Of course he does.]
[He's already been stabbed, beaten, bruised. What's one more scar atop everything else? It's not the sting of her fist that really does the damage; it's how he lands, heavily, breath rasping out in a short, pained sound he can't wholly suppress.]
[A fresh patch of red creeps out across the bandage over his side.]
[The breath is static in his lungs, and his eyes are clenched shut, but he still manages a low, derisive drawl of sound out from underneath gritted jaw.]
Yeah. Guess you wouldn't.
[Does she feel better, now?]
[He sure goddamn hopes so.]
[Now that the woudn't reopened, it'll be a pain to get it to close again.]
very bad no good awful wrap
[That's what she repeats to herself as she leaves the temple, shedding the regret already knotting her chest with a forced grin. She will continue on, as she has been, this time without the goal of helping anyone on her shoulders. It was a burden, after all. Life will be easier without worrying about how Tim's doing, how he's getting along with himself these days.]
[Should have let her walk away the first time.]
[Maybe there was a better way to do that, she admits, but regret is not her style. Handwringing is for people who have the time and mental energy to devote to that sort of thing. She's too busy, too focused on surviving this ordeal. Gobbet isn't a handwringer. She doesn't worry about her actions. She's...she's above the consequences. Tells herself over and over as she picks her way across the beach.]
[Should have let her walk away the first time.]