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- *mission log,
- asuka langley sohryu [evangelion],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- caroline forbes [the vampire diaries],
- commander shepard [mass effect],
- darlene alderson [mr robot],
- elena gilbert [the vampire diaries],
- elliot alderson [mr robot],
- gildor helyanwe [original],
- joshua bright [legend of heroes],
- kate fuller [from dusk till dawn],
- lexa [the 100],
- luv [blade runner 2049],
- lyr,
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- rhan,
- rogue [x-men films],
- rust cohle [true detective],
- ryohji kaji [evangelion],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- seth gecko [from dusk till dawn],
- siva'co,
- the collector,
- ty
[mission: hyrypia] big, but not coarse - merely on another scale
CHARACTERS: Everyone
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :036 - DAY :037
SUMMARY: A multiverse away, new hatches wake on the Station. On Hyrypia, the Garstall hunt begins in earnest - and wraps up with terrible consequences.
WARNINGS: Animal hunting and slaughter, death, Bad Times at Ridgemont High. Need something added? PM the mod account!
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :036 - DAY :037
SUMMARY: A multiverse away, new hatches wake on the Station. On Hyrypia, the Garstall hunt begins in earnest - and wraps up with terrible consequences.
WARNINGS: Animal hunting and slaughter, death, Bad Times at Ridgemont High. Need something added? PM the mod account!
STATION 72
DAY :036
THE HATCH - NEW HOSTS
YOU WAKE UP and the universe and you in it are altered. --No. That's not right. You're you, the universe is as it's always been, and there's no 'suddenly' about it. But it's been a while, hasn't it? It feels like waking from a very deep sleep or coming up from the darkness of some wine colored sea. Nothing is different and yet everything is.
You find yourself lying in a small, hexagonal chamber with a gentle light emanating from its walls. If you were injured during your escape, you're now healed. If you were anxious or frightened or distraught, those feelings have been calmed. There's something peaceful about waking up here - like you belong. That feeling persists until you disconnect the IV running from the base of your neck to the chamber wall.
Then things get loud. A wave of emotion fills that peaceful void - fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety. A matching dread. An easy comfort. Some of these emotions might be yours, but they can't all be.
Eventually you find your way out of the pod, having found whatever belongings you brought with you and a change of crisp white clothes in a cubby near your feet. Once you descend to the Nesting Deck, you’ll find you’re not alone. There are a handful others very like you here, all of them somehow intimately familiar.
Welcome to Station 72. Beyond this room, the vast Station is quiet and still. It feels for all the world like a shell for some vast dark thing.EXPLORE the strange environment you've found yourself in. The Station seems to be both infinitely vast and strangely small. It's possible to wander along halls and through chambers for hours, only to turn a corner and find yourself in a place you've already been because your mind happened to think of it.
PREPARE for what's to come. Not long after your arrival, a pair of aliens arrive in a dark ship bearings mission kits for everyone. Get changed into your disguises, brush up on your mission briefing, and ask what questions you have while you can. It isn't long before you're loaded onto the ship and leave the Station behind.HYRYPIA - THE RED COAST
DAY :036
A CALLING
A FAMILIAR FEELING to those that know it is sign enough that the elder hosts must depart to fetch whoever it is remains on the station. But this time, it's not just two of them that strike out under the cover of night. Instead, all four of them make their way from Whalsome House.
( We will not be gone long. ) Collector’s voice is a cheerful lilt in their minds as she gathers a book in hand. ( Try to have only pleasant stories for me, when we return. )
And with that Rhan, The Collector, Siva'co and Lyr are gone. They take with them the comatose Hosts and leave the rest to their own devices.
HYRYPIA - THE RED COAST
DAY :037
THE HUNT
DAWN BREAKS over a coastline already bustling with activity. The day has finally come to take those long boats out beyond the shallows and hunt the massive serpent-like Garstall in earnest. A familiar horn is blown and anyone who wishes to participate files down onto the beach and is divided into groups, a dozen or two people for each boat. There's a celebratory air to the whole affair, a true pleasure in taking the boats out into the sea. For all that the Barithian Hunt was anxious and quiet and tense, this is is a day of laughter and shouting and singing rowing songs as the boats slash their way through the open water toward the massive creatures roiling through the deeper water off the coast.SHORT HANDED might not be the first thought that comes to mind on the bustling ships, but at some point during the hunt it becomes clear that Keya isn't present despite the fact that she's been attending every training session. Should anyone ask, one of the Descendants confesses that Keya skipped the hunt because Shee Naraxa secured a meeting between her and the heads of House Tyrisson concerning "her peace talk idea." The news seems to surprise one of the other Descendants; while it’s difficult to read her expression, it’s clear this is not what she expected to hear. She remains tense for the remainder of the voyage.
FINDING THE GARSTALL is simple enough for the experienced sailors of the Red Coast. They look for signs where the water’s color is more pronounced and where the waves seem to stir in unusual directions. They direct those who have less to do with controlling the fickle vessels to keeping a weather eye out for these signs, and to let out a cry when they spot them. Once a Garstall is spotted, all the nearby boats must rally together to take it.
ONCE SPOTTED what had been a pleasant but almost routine sail becomes something far different. Orders and directions are shouted down the lengths of the vessels. Hunters are armed and those in charge of ballast set to their stations.
The boats maneuver incredibly well for their size, their narrowness slashing through the sea to close on the Garstall that has risen near the surface. The beast is huge - larger than any single boat. It's like a great tree come to life, a twisting trunk of a body in the waves. The ships cut in separate directions, and when the signal horn sounds then the hunt truly begins. Hunters begin to hurl harpoons into the waves, aiming for the Garstall's sinuous body.
When the harpoons find their target, the whole boat shudders and tips. There's shouting and some laughter, the eager deck hands compensating for the drag of the beast by sliding weight across the deck to the opposite side of the boat. On one of the boats, a line snaps and sends the ship springing back the opposite direction - several of the sailors thrown into the water even as the hunters lose their footing. On another boat they fail to slide the ballast quickly enough and the Garstall wrenches them forward as it attempts to dive, leaving the other two boats attached to the beast attempting to compensate. On still another boat, they subdue a smaller beast much more easily. Sailors line the boat's side as one of the crewmen slides down the harpoon line, knife in hand to finish the job.
It’s a chaotic experience - but a successful one.RAISE A BLADE, RAISE A GLASS
IN THE AFTERMATH of the successful hunt, the Garstall's massive carcasses are dredged up into the shallows. It's hot work to beach the massive animal. Once it's in the foaming purple surf, the most delicate parts of it must be stripped from the carcass before they can rot. The harvesting of the fat under the Garstall's heavy plates can wait, but the exposed flesh must be stripped promptly to avoid rot. Luckily, this work is done under the guise of celebration and the result is half slaughter and half bonfire beach party as night falls over the Red Coast.BUTCHERY might not be the right work for everyone, but the locals leading the task are good natured and encouraging.
FEASTING on the sweet meat of the Garstall is a given. Huge slabs of meat are roasted over equally massive fires as the work is completed. Drinks are passed around. Music is played. Fashionably late, the heads of Tyrisson House come down for their manor (for a split second in the company of Shee Naraxa before she peels away to join the rest of the Descendants) to give another cheerful speech. The work is hard but rewarding, and for a moment the tenor of this place is so very good.A DREADFUL DISCOVERY
BUT A MONSTER IS HUNTING and just after the speech, a horrifying sense of dread grips the Hosts. It's sickening - a vomiting, visceral wrongness that reaches out of the universe and finds the symbiote and the Host mind and sinks its hooks there exactly as it did that night on the road from Naerstone. Should anyone follow that dreadful sensation, they'll find themselves in the twisted orchard near Tyrisson House, mist clinging low to the ground in the chilling evening, lit only by a pale moon. What waits for them there is a pitch black circle scorched into the loamy earth - so exact and so precisely like the one discovered so many days earlier. And near this perfect circle: the broken body of Keya, her throat split open and blood still wet on the ground.NEW FRIENDS (OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES)
NEWS OF THE MURDER SPREADS and all the envoys are encouraged to return to their quarters for their safety while those in the employ of Tyrisson house secure the area-- encouragement which turns to insistence until all the members of the Envoys have returned their respective housing. Lights are lit in every courtyard and at every corner. Tension runs high. During this time, as the Hosts wait in their own row of Whalsome House's low stone buildings, company arrives:A VISITOR arrives with a special request. An older Descendant wrapped in a heavy cloak with a deep hood comes knocking. When she reveals her face, Lakshmi might recognize her as Keya's aunt. "My name is Casiria," she says. "I believe you knew my niece."
It’s clear from her demeanor that she has far more to say before she goes.
FAMILIAR FRIENDS in the shape of newly hatched hosts and your senior chaperones arrive not long after Casiria's departure. They find their way to Whalsome House in a hush, having apparently faced some difficulty in dodging the added security. Better catch everyone up quickly.
((OOC Notes: This log serves as a general catch-all for events from DAY :036 through DAY :037. Please feel free to create your logs outside of this one, though we strongly recommend not forward-dating to the following morning. Please be aware that in the context of this log, new Hosts won't be present on Hyrypia until after Casiria has left. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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[ There's no mincing words. Bellamy had seen the tools, felt the gravity of their use in Cathaway's mind. ]
We don't know how much longer we'll be here. If he has the opportunity to go back to the ship, we should take it now.
[ Bellamy has a broodmate being shipped out as well, and the pain of it is clawing into his gut like talons. ]
If he wakes, they'll send him back. But there's no reason to risk his chances here. Misato, come on.
[ Bellamy reaches for her shoulder, then clearly thinks better of it. She's not Clarke. She won't welcome that kind of comfort from him. ]
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Misato casts her gaze around the room, slow and measured, like one standing on trial, face to face with the very members of the jury who will decide whether to sentence her guilty or innocent. Asuka would declare her guilty. Bellamy has spoken his stance. Kaji will withhold his until the end, his silence already an answer. But it is Gildor who stands as her one chance at freedom, and she holds him in place with a fixed gaze, so intentionally shutting out the rest, especially Bellamy who speaks nothing but cold reason. She speaks most surely. ]
You're his broodmate, aren't you? That means something. You're a part of him. So wake him up. You woke up from a coma too, right? Wake him up.
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it is perhaps one of the most invasive questions she could ever asked someone no more than a lucky acquaintance. kaji's gaze shifts only just enough to be caught by gildor, all grizzled and cautioning, looking for a sign of his immediate attention. still and quiet as a mouse, he shakes his head no, bad idea, don't you dare. someone needs to protect ikari's interests, although kaji's attempts anything but valiant. ]
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His heart sinks at Bellamy's blunt explanation, and for a second he's glad no one else can read the vibrations in the room. How his pulse reveals how quickly hope can slip at a few words. But Misato's pleas reignite it, because yes - he did wake up. So have others. ]
I can... [ His voice nearly cracks, and he clears his throat. ] I am a healer. I can try to, although... brains are fickle. My healing capabilities are general, not specialized. It may do nothing.
[ He won't do ask she asks and go plunging into the void Shinji has become. He may be the first comatose member of brood Mirfac, but Gildor is wise enough to know going down that mental hole is a path to despair. Still, he's not opposed to using other means, and until he's tried he has to believe there is something to be done.
His mental attention flickers to the others in room. A single high note rings out to them, C-sharp, struck along the outer edges of their collective consciousness. ]
It will not hurt him to try- [ And then for Misato, because Shinji cannot make this decision- ] -if you will allow me to.
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[ Asuka speaks up with a note of contempt ringing in her head, discordant, drowning out the C-sharp with a cacophony. She's - angry isn't the right word. Mad, maybe. Disappointed. Disgusted. On edge. If it were anyone else, Misato wouldn't be bleeding her heart out over them and if it were her, Misato certainly wouldn't spare a glance. Probably wouldn't even notice.
It's not really about her own history with Misato, though (or it is, but she's trying not to make it entirely about that). There's more here, more that she doesn't quite understand. She doesn't grasp at Misato's motivation, but she knows that she doesn't like the feeling of it. The sense of Misato desperately clawing and pushing and acting as if Shinji matters more than anyone else who's gone back or fallen into that endless sleep. There's something unwholesome about it to Asuka. A sense of oily slickness that doesn't seem to match up to Misato's words. ]
He's not special. She's not special. We don't do this for everyone else - we let them handle it. He's either going to wake up or he won't and if he wakes up on the station, fine, they'll send him down again.
[ She doesn't harbor much hope for Misato bothering to acknowledge her existence or even respond, but she addresses her anyway. ]
You're supposed to be an adult, right? Act like one. Or at least stop pretending you're doing this for him instead of yourself.
[ He deserves better than that. Even if he is Shinji Ikari. ]
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She's right wisps unspoken and unformed in the wake of Asuka's words, but Bellamy doesn't say anything more. Not yet. He looks directly at Kaji instead, expectant, silently demanding more from him. ]
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asuka is right, but for reasons she doesn't yet understand. bellamy's glance does not go unnoticed; kaji withers it unanxiously. save asuka, none of these people understand. none of them understand this has happened twice before. shinji has left twice before, and misato's force of will has by some ugly fate forced him back to hell. to gildor: ]
Don't be fooled. She's not his guardian anymore. Technically, Shinji's body falls under Station jurisdiction now. [ a point of obvious. and then finally,
finally, he turns his voice toward misato, speaking strictly as a professional. ] You never bothered to ask Shinji-kun what he'd want right now. Katsuragi.
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Do it.
[ Asuka, always second: ] Leave if you're not here to help.
[ She finds Bellamy hovering in the doorway, and he escapes her anger just.
Finally, finally, to Kaji: ] Now's not the time to pass me your will.
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[ Asuka folds her arms, stares at Misato like she can somehow reach into her head and wrest understanding out of it. And maybe she could now, but it's not something she particularly wants to do. ]
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[ kaji's not fool enough to traipse into a battle he's set to lose. misato's reply is dismaying, to say in the least. more disappointing is her treatment of asuka, though it doesn't surprise. he struggles to broadcast her name in private, narrowing their connection so to wall the others off. ]
( Have you said your goodbyes? Because it's time to go. ) [ spoken as to remove any protest, but don't take his words for it - he'll cross the distance and grab asuka's hand without further ceremony. he could tug her away if he so wanted, but decides against. better to make a slow show of leaving, all things considered. ]
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Misato.
[ He looks at Gildor, then shakes his head. Feeding her hope that there's a way to circumvent this condition isn't going to be helpful in the long run. When it fails, where will it leave Misato? It'll leave Shinji untouched, but her— ]
Come on.
everyone but Shinji is now back to full HP
[ Gildor reaches towards where he feels Bellamy move. A beat later, his violin suddenly materializes in that outstretched hand, called by it's binding and plucked from thin air. He could have gone to it's case to retrieve it, but like Misato, he's growing frantic. Maybe her emotions are playing to her- no, to his- no, to his symbiote's loss. But Gildor isn't one for holding emotions back, and right now he won't have Bellamy or Asuka or Kaji or anyone interrupt him.
And as heartless as he finds Asuka's perspective in all this, he at least grants her what she asks for. The part she is most correct about- ]
Let me... try. Not for her sake, not even for the boy's, but let me... try. [ For his own selfish sake. It's as close as he'll get to admitting it.
He steps cautiously closer and stops just before where Misato cradles Shinji, there to pray at the alter and hope for a miracle. He inhales, raises the violin to his chin, exhales, and begins to play. The one song Shinji knew, adapted from cello to violin. Despite how hard the boy tried to seal his mind off, Gildor had picked it up. He tries to call Shinji back with it.
Every bard spell only takes about six seconds to cast, and with it, a carefully measured strain is placed on the player. Not every note needs to be laced with magic, but his broodmate, every note rings with added energy while Gildor tests the limit. First he casts the basics - heal wounds. When that does nothing, he skips to heal critical wounds, hoping the spells will penetrate through to Shinji's brain. Wake up.
A minute in and still feeling nothing, he switches to mass healing. Though bard magic is not visible, there's an energy in the sound that begins to fill the tent. A breeze that shouldn't be present rustles their hair and robes. Wake up. Drops of sweat bead at his brow, and his fingers go cold as they glide across the strings. Wake up.
He kneels down, still playing, and casts heal critical again. And again. And again, until his stores of energy are rapidly drained away and he cannot reach the spell or Shinji with it. By the time he's run out of magic to cast, the song is nearly over. Rather than stopping Gildor finishes it, pouring that empty space the boy has left into the final flourishes.
The last drawn out high note is almost too unbearably hopeful for having failed. Gildor lowers the instrument to his lap and sits, frozen in silence. ]
( I'm sorry. )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciJcGy1J-nk
Her face betrays the fear, a momentary shift to surprise, mouth agape before she purses her lips to keep her frown at bay, turning to shoot Bellamy a sharp look instead. She makes no move to remove his hand from her shoulder, because she shouldn't move her hands from around Shinji.
The impromptu superstition has her believing that if she holds on firm enough that the boy would come back, like last time, that if she never lets her mind stray away from the thought of saving him, he would be back, like last time. She doesn't miss a note of Gildor's performance, because every single one could be the very one that calls Shinji back. And it shouldn't matter, but she doesn't take her eyes off of the bard either, placing her hope for a connection on an unbroken gaze on his unseeing eyes.
Not even when he apologizes does she flinch, because it hasn't failed, because it isn't finished. ]
Try again.
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She watches Gildor go through the motions and exhaust himself. All for the sake of Ikari. All because Katsuragi refuses to drink the bitter cup of loss like the rest of them. She's clearly hoping for something - another miracle, like the one that rebirthed Shinji from his entry plug or brought Unit 01 back out of the depths. So even as Misato demands that Gildor try again, Asuka decides she's seen enough. She's turned from vindictiveness and a strange sort of concern for Ikari to a sense of discomfort. A vague feeling of nausea and disgust as she gets a glimpse at just how much Misato wants this to work. She allows Kaji to lead her. Doesn't kick up a fuss. But she does aim one more parting barb and she doesn't seem to care that it might make Gildor bleed a little as well. ]
Pathetic.
thanks for the HP gildo
But there's no need to pull another spell from Gildor for the same result. Misato would have to see that, eventually.
(If it had been Octavia, Bellamy would never have been able to see that.) ]
No. Misato, no more.
[ His grip on her shoulder tightens, then pulls as if to drag her back. ]
Gildor's done everything he can.
[ Raven comes to mind suddenly, screaming in Bellamy's grip as they'd watched Finn murdered. It's an ominous comparison, and he shakes his head, dispelling it. ]
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When Bellamy pulls her back, she moves to grab him by the wrist, her threat unspoken but sharp in her eyes. ]
Let go.
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[ The threat of a physical fight hangs between them. Bellamy can't tell how far outmatched he is. He knows Misato's capable and strong, but he isn't sure of where the pair of them matched up when set against each other. He'd never expected to be in this position. ]
Don't make me carry out of here. None of us want that.
[ And probably better Bellamy drags her out than letting any of the other Hosts do it. They'd come to get Shinji and return him to the Station no matter what Misato tried. It was inevitable. Better she raged at him than one of the others. Bellamy made a better target. ]
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This anger tastes familiar, how the last time she was furious at the revelation of a creature inside her skull, it was him who came to take her beating, how obviously misplaced it is. How badly aimed her current offense is then, the way she moves her arm just so to twist his wrist close to snapping (but only close). Her grip isn't strong enough to hold on if he but wrests free, which would be what she wants, but she underestimates him for his youth and thinks a warning would suffice. ]
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The intent forms in his head a split second before he wrenches his fist away and grabs her by the arm. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Because he's going to lift her out of here if it's the last thing he does. ]
makes a bluff/persuasion check
[ Another demanding plea, as he senses Bellamy's forceful intent coming for Misato. It breaks him from the stunned stupor and pained train of thought Asuka's parting comment left him in.
This ordeal may be over faster with force, but it will only cause the rift appearing between the two hosts to deepen. With a child involved, it could become unforgivable - especially should that precious child be harmed in the process. So, still kneeling, Gildor steels himself with a breath.
He then reaches out to Misato and Bellamy's minds, grabs hold, and mentally plunges into the void that once connected him Shinji.
It is nothing the other two have not felt before, on much grander scales to be sure. Loss compounded on nothingness compounded on grief compounded on lack of explanation and closure. One more attempt to convince Misato of Shinji's absence in his own body. Gildor reaches and reaches and reaches and- ]
I can... feel him.
[ A glimmer of hope, quickly snuffed out. ] I can feel him slipping further, Misato. Please-
( ...send him back. ) [ He can't bring himself to finish the plea out loud, for his tune has certainly changed. ]
!!!
She ceases her struggling when Gildor calls out, letting out a gasp as hopeful as it is incredulous, and she expends all mental effort to reach out to that something that feels like nothing. Like grieving parents at a seance, she believes because she wants to believe, and so feeling that nothing slip through her fingers somehow feels like losing so much.
Her words come out in a shriek, and if she can't get her physical hands on the mage, she can subject him to a taste of her anger. ]
Don't! If you hurt him, I swear—
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It's done, Misato. If you want any chance of getting him back, he needs to go.
[ It's clear where Bellamy's put his hopes: into the Station and the equipment there and Cathaway's calmly imparted explanations. ]
We've tried everything. Can you do this for him, or not?
[ It's a last ditch attempt to reason with her. Bellamy doubts Misato will go down easily, but throwing her down and knocking her the hell out isn't outside Bellamy's realm of ability. ]