lifeaftr | August Event: The City is at War

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

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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[Well, it's not underwater, so it could be worse.]

[Of course, it could certainly be better, and Muffet has to suppress a gasp of shock when she sees how bad it really is. She's up and moving almost before she's fully realized what she's seeing, moving on practiced instinct to get to her fellow monster and offer healing.]

You, clear a space to lay him down here. You two, set him down gently, don't jar his wounds. [She briskly orders the automatons with the ease of long practice, coming to a stop beside him.]

Your majesty? [Her voice is steady but gentle, unwavering. She was born and raised a daughter of a conquered people, exiled to a harsh and dangerous land they'd managed to make their own (in her true past or her false one, that much remains the same), and it was not a childhood that left room for doubt or panicking in the middle of a crisis.]

Please try to stay still, I'm going to do what I can to heal you.

[Asgore is conscious, but his breathing is quick and shallow, pupils blown wide enough to be nearly round. He makes eye contact with Muffet, moving his hand away from the wound in his shoulder. For all that he was trying to heal it himself, it doesn't look significantly better than the one in his side; he's past the point where self-healing is feasible, too weakened to produce the magic he'd need.

Without solid flesh to stop them, the bullets punched right through. In some ways that's almost better; there's no delicate veins or tissue in there to be obliterated. But you can see right through the small holes, and they're starting to get bigger.]

Human - a human -

[It hurts. His instinct is to clutch at the wounds, but he grimaces and curls the fingers of his good hand hard into the edges of his cape. It's important to stay still and let the healers work.]

He won't follow us.

[The enemy's not following him. They're safe. Asgore doesn't know if the man is dead yet, but he's certainly not climbing up here anytime soon.]

[Muffet lays her hands on him gently, one to the side and another to the shoulder, beginning to pour her own green magic into his weary form. She suspects that this is going to take all her remaining reserves for the day, at least- but she's got more than just that to rely on.]

[After all, unlike pure magic, monster food can be stockpiled.]

[Using a third hand to reach into her pockets, she pulls out a small bundle of coconut cookies. Once she can tell the healing magic's starting to take effect, she'll hold it out for Asgore to take.]

Here, eat these- slowly, the last thing you need right now is to choke.

[They're not as potent as some of her more complicated pastries, but sometimes every HP counts.]

[Asgore has closed his eyes as he felt the healing magic begin to work, just taking the moment to try and refocus. It's important to stay determined; he has vague memories of being injured before, and that's always the most important thing.

When Muffet speaks, he cracks his eyes open again and reaches out to take the bundle of cookies. His dominant arm is the one that's injured, but he still manages not to fumble them.]

Thank you.

[He'll start to munch on them, eating rather faster than he'd normally consider polite. There's still pain, but it's starting to recede. As it does, he starts to feel bad for this. What if others need Muffet's help later?]

Please, do not overextend yourself.

There's no sense saving magic and wasting time, your majesty.

[It has the air of an old saying, some easy idiom that slips out with little thought. Odd, for an island where a decent amount of the population doesn't have magic, but language can be funny like that.]

[Still, she's careful as she channels what green magic she can manage, healing as much as she can without pushing herself to exhaustion. A few long, tense moments later she sits back, taking a few deep breaths as her efforts stop.]

How do you feel?

[She hadn't been able to restore him to full health, but that should have been enough to get him solidly out of danger, at least...]

[Asgore's natural amount of HP is massive; it makes it difficult for someone else to fully heal him, but it also means that he doesn't really need all of it to be reasonably okay.

Carefully, he pushes himself up onto an elbow. Slight pressure over the wounds proves that they aren't crumbling anymore; there's still enough matter there to hold together, even if he can feel where part of his body was lost.]

There is...still some pain, but it is not unmanageable.

[He pops another of those little cookies into his mouth. His own magic is still well-spent, but once he's recovered he'll be able to pitch in as well. He can recover from this.]

Thank you.

[She smiles. Gentle, a little weary, but largely relieved. Proper rest and time to recover may be precious commodities on a battlefield, rare and difficult to keep hold of, but at least he's got a good chance now.]

You needn't thank me for this, your majesty. You would do the same for any of us.

[As would any islander with the magic to manage that much, really. They're a community, after all. Why wouldn't they care for one another in their time of need?]

Nonetheless.

[Asgore smiles back, only a bit strained. Doing the same in return would be his duty, but he doesn't say that; it's not only duty that makes him take care of his own. What sort of person would he be if it were?]

Please, you do not have to call me by title. Just Asgore is fine.

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