August Event: The City is at War

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AUGUST EVENT: THE CITY IS AT WAR

Who: Everyone!
What: You pick a side, or you pick up the pieces
When: August 16th to August 23rd
Where: Primarily Nastrandir, though also Ensō
Warnings: Violence, injury, forcibly altered mindsets via magical influence, possible character death. Potential (and fully optional) dissociation and identity crises. Potential (and fully optional) spontaneous combustion. Otherwise, tag as you go!

We All Lose in the End
On cue, the recently uncovered...and decidedly faulty merotome shatters on the morning of August 16th. Those close enough may recall an odd popping noise, like a lightbulb exploding, or find a shard of some odd, rubbery substance caught in their hair. The wave that shoots out across both islands barely seems to stir the air, but the aftershocks of its passing are to be felt for the week to come.

Whether or not you noticed the sweeping burst of light as it roared over just about everything, you're bound to hear the loud, wailing sound that starts to emit from all over Nastrandir. It sounds like the world's worst kind of alarm, and it just keeps on going. That's to say nothing of the automatons rising steadily from the murk, or the fact that you might find that some of your fellow explorers are suddenly seeming a lot more trustworthy...and some of them are seeming a lot less. Maybe you latch onto personal terrors and preexisting grudges to justify the new onset of violence that starts to divide you from some of your fellows...or maybe it just feels right in some unquantifiable sense.

Regardless, those impacted by the merotome will find themselves gravitating towards Nastrindar sooner rather than later. Members of the Red Team are likely to initially head towards the ruins on C4 and D4. The swampy water flooding the island will eventually drive you to seek out more mountainous areas; the need to keep dry will vary from a strong desire to an absolute necessity, depending on the individual. As territorial instincts rear their head, this group will find that the war automatons no longer view them as hostiles. Now, these mechanical killers may even take basic orders, such as watching a certain location, fetching some basic materials, and, of course, upon whom they should aim their primary fire.

Meanwhile, the Blue Team will congregate along the shorelines, striking out inland through any route that keeps them close to a body of water - or in it. More likely to travel and fight in a pair or group, it's unlikely that members of this group will stay from the main party for too long, as their power is largely in numbers. While no automatons accompany them into battle, the waters surrounding and soaking into Nastrandir are their greatest ally, as they are capable of replenishing strength and healing minor wounds. Members of the Blue Team will be capable of continuing the fight for much longer than their Red counterparts, and their affinity with the waters will make them difficult to locate or pursue unless they wish it.

You Don't Get Another Shot
For those more resistant to the effects of this sudden shift will find that they're now unfortunately adrift between two warring factions, potentially with friends on either side. There is hope, however - those previously silent sirens are now blaring constantly, and it's very possible that their destruction could turn the tide against this needless bloodshed. The more of those you break, the looser the grip of this altered mindset will become, and the less hostile the automatons will be. Keep in mind, however, that while you may feel unaffected, the possibility stands that you've been marked for one side without your knowledge. And though this may prove advantageous to getting through to those that identify you as their own, those that do not may take your attempts to shake their morale badly.

Even violently.

Stick Around and See How It Ends
Thus far, the teams are as follows. If you see any problems, inconsistencies, or wish to change teams, please don't hesitate to contact us! While we're no longer accepting sign-ups to be RNG'd into a team, you can still decide retroactively which side you'd like your character to be situated on, if at all!

RED TEAM	BLUE TEAM
Alexei Dinoia Amaterasu Anthony J. Crowley Asgore Dreemurr Connor Murphy Edward Elric Erika Fisher Jules Dagger Samari Leonard Church Muffet Tim Wright Yukio Okumura Zidane Tribal	2B Alisaie Leveilleur Agent Washington Ben Hargreeves The Drifter Epsilon Héctor Rivera Herbert West Horatio Nullbuilt Kravitz Legion Mollymauk Tealeaf Ren Rin Okumura Steve Rogers

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In the meantime, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Intro
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Locations Page

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] August 16th: The merotome breaks, issuing a mind-altering wave; the sirens go off, and definitive sides in a conflict start to form
[ ♆ ] August 23rd: The conflict ends when those who have not been freed from the mind-altering influence either break free or burn to death
[ ♆ ] August 24th: The monthly Storytelling occurs late; characters who have died are revived in time to participate
[ ♆ ] September 4th: Extra time is allotted to those participating in the monthly Storytelling to compensate for the later date, and the Storytelling closes

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Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

What do you mean what am I talking about?

[He knows her. He knows he knows her. But he doesn't. He can't. She's not of Nastrandir. Which means she has to have come from the water, as an enemy.

Right?]

Don't you fucking shoot me. I'll shoot you right back. Go on back to the water. Leave. us. alone.

[a_shadow]

Sure you will.

[ He knows as well as she does he can't hit anything. She steps closer. ]

Who's 'us'?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[His hand tenses on the gun. He could shoot. Maybe should. Is she enemy? His nerves don't scream that, but--isn't she?]

Us from this island, intruder. If you're not from here, you must be with them, from the water. That's how it works.

[a_shadow]

What are you talking about? You're not from here.

[ She's genuinely getting worried, now. ]

Let go of your gun and let's talk, all right?

[motherfucking_ghost]

What, fuck no, I'm not disarming myself when you're still perfectly armed! Get the fuck out of here before I shoot your head off, lady!

[a_shadow]

[ Tex continues walking toward him, eventually stopping at a good, close range. ]

What did you call me?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He lets loose one shot, into the ground, by her foot, and backs up several steps himself.] You heard me.

[a_shadow]

I know you didn't just try to shoot me.

[ Because that's the only thing that explains the fact that he missed, right? ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

If you do not back the hell right up, the next one's going through you. Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you here to kill us when we didn't do anything wrong?

[a_shadow]

[ The man who stands before her is someone she knows better than anyone else in this place, and she knows the reverse is true of him. This is out of character for him, and insulting besides. She still doesn't see him as a threat, which is why she's more concerned with his behavior than his actual words. Her head tilts in sardonic disbelief, and she jabs the barrel of her gun in his direction. ]

What the hell, Church? Are you seriously threatening me? You know me. Stop this and come back to the hut where we can talk.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I am not going anywhere with you. I don't know you!

[He does. He doesn't. Something's familiar in a way that makes him antsy and confused. If she's not from here, and she isn't backing down, she must be an enemy. Right? Right. That's how it works.] I'm not falling for your tricks.