Field Mission 2: Elegy Effigy Part 3

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I'm. I'm so sorry. NAVIGATION 1. ELEGY EFFIGY: THE FATE OF THE NETHERIL "The Adventure Zone - Crystal Kingdom Song [Complete]" (Watch on YouTube) A. THE OASIS TOWN, A MIRAGE With Terezi and Chiron at the wheel of a revitalized airship, they touch down in the middle of Vista Virs as the destruction winds up to a fever pitch. There's not much time left for this city as the Sandworms begin a final barrage against the bustling Oasis town. Destruction is imminent- and you have a choice. Help the Needlers and the Kitsune get onto the ship and wait for the torrent of attacks to die down, or stay within the limits and stall for as long as you can. For those of you willing to fight the good fight, know that the battle is a losing one. There are simply too many of them in number and size, and not enough power among the Reclaimers to successfully avert their ire. Do what you must; explode the topaz on the outside limits, take motorcycles and become the carrot on the stick, fire magic straight into their mouths to slow them down. It's only a band aid at this point, but every second you keep them away from Vista Virs, more lives are able to be saved. Anyone looking to stay within the airship can do their part as well. The area you're in is rather spacious, complete with several halls of military issued bunk-beds, a mess hall, an empty library, and, of course, the engine room. Some of the more famed Kitsune hunters (Suwa and Ishisaru) are nowhere in sight. True to their noble intent, they're still down there, doing everything that they can to slow the destruction down. They strike, and they destroy. From the airship's main observation deck, you see the long hanging archway of Vista Virs fall into the lake below. You see Stylosa trying to bring people together through an old jaunty tune, turning their attention away from their homes being dismantled piece by piece. All in all, the casualties are a little higher than anyone would hope for. But you've done everything you can. And just like that, the cold chill in the air dies. The winds cease to whip around. You can feel the dread in the air alleviate, and the sandworms all stop to stare off in the distance, as if a war horn has blared, calling them off. And all around you, the topaz that once glowed a sickly yellow return to a cool, cloudy saffron. You don't know what's happened, but you can guess it. The Architect's Pen has been retrieved, and the veil between worlds restored. After a while of anticipation and waiting for a signal of a secondary wave of attack, the airship lowers down. And it's a quiet, somber scene. B. THE LABORATORY Roxas, Futayo, Kenpachi, and Wash have infiltrated the laboratory compound and disabled the cosmoscopes that were allowing the mingling of worlds. Legion has been sucked into the Astral Plane, and with it, the rage of the Netherese Empire finally subsides, no longer trapped and stewing beneath the topaz of the desert. Bubbles are called down and the injured are carried away. For those of you who are a little bit more inclined to the... self-servicing side of the alignment scale, the laboratory is open for looting. There's a good deal of experiments that Lucas was working on back in here, and we'll leave it up to you in what you find. Just don't go too crazy; he didn't create a laser death ray, although- maybe that would've been a little helpful in the preceding hours. Lastly, if you have a grudge against Hodge Podge, now's the time to yeet that thing into the trash compound. The robots there have effectively overthrown their domineering manager drones, and live in a perpetual state of peace and communistic society. That's not to say that it's entirely smooth; there's still quite a lot of things to suss out for them and what that means. If you've got the spirit of leadership inside you, it might be worth it to try and help them establish at least some order. It might be helpful too, one day- when Vista Virs is eventually rehabilitated. Twocas, Lucas' doppelganger, eventually makes his way back to town with the help of Roxas and Wash. Pretty much everyone around here glares and tenses up when they see him. It's almost like they can smell the wrongness in his own nature. What happens next is, actually, somewhat surprising. They talk. Lucas and his twin have a heart to heart about their mother, and if you're paying attention, it's pretty heart wrenching to see. In the end, Twocas starts to cry, and Lucas, well. He gives him a really, really awkward hug. Like the reflections you saw in the caverns below, he fades away and becomes whole with his other half again. But the joining of the two hits him hard. "I created him to split my grief away from me. I know... now, of course, that... it was a really, really bad idea. I just couldn't live with it. It hurt... so, so, much and I just. I didn't know what to do with all that pain. I'm sorry, everyone. This is my fault. This is all my fault. There's nothing I can do to bring the town back to the way it was before. The only thing I know I can do is pay for my crimes. I'm ready to return to the Moon Base. Lucretia can decide what happens to me." Maybe you're happy with this outcome, maybe it's bittersweet. But eventually, Killian will slap a pair of arcane handcuffs on him, grab him by the collar, and call down a bubble to Vista Virs. Lucas was right. It's time for him to accept the responsibility of what he did. C. THE CAVERNS AND THE DESERT Now sealed off, the caverns remain home to no one but a sleeping God of Death. Sseth remains in there, his worshipers all sacrificed upon his birth into this world from the Celestial Plane. It's incredibly dangerous and ill-advised to return back in there, but we're not going to stop you. Several parts can be cleared away by hand with enough effort and enough moxie to Indiana Jones your way down. There's villages of Yuan-ti nests dotted throughout the caverns and ripe with various jewels, gems, and fine trinkets. If you can stomach looking at a giant reptilian god sleeping away, it's all yours. But note, the ever looming presence of evil strongly exists there. This is not a completed job, not by any stretch of the word. Although the god sleeps in the caverns below, his influence is pervasive. Spend a long enough time down there and you'll start to feel a malevolence touch your heart, like a black and oily hand clasping around your brain, whispering madness directly into it. Otherwise, the desert is rather calm. There are still monsters about, but it seems that the chaos has come to a halt. If you've got a heavy heart, you might be able to ride out and camp for a night or two before returning to base. Anyone who sleeps out there under the stars will have a peaceful, albeit surreal dream of occupying the body of an animal, traversing across the sands. It should bring you some peace, but maybe not enough to undo the trauma of meeting your reflection or any of the other quite awful things that have happened since your arrival in the Netheril. But everything comes back to Vista Virs. Return to town, or return home to the Moon Base, the choice is yours. But there's still stuff to do if you have the time and energy to spare. Some say that keeping yourself active helps you not dwell. We imagine some of you would be very keen on taking that to heart. 2. THE FIGHT, THE RETURN HOME For those of you who have not assembled to retrieve the Grand Relic, this still isn't the time to be sitting on your hands. There's so much to be done if you intend to make it back to the Moon Base. A. IN THE THICK OF THINGS With all the chaos unfolding in and around Vista Virs as the sandworms approach, there's little in the way of impactful support for the Needlers, merchant Kitsune and even your fellow Reclaimers who have been affected. If you're up to it, and if you're able, here are a few options. Of course, you are always free to have your character do what would best suit them. ○ First aid, or final aid: Healers, this is your time to shine. With the symbiotic relationship between the Kitsune and Needlers, and with many of them having never seen a conflict past Netheril survival, hunting and a bitter rivalry with the Kobolds, there's a dearth of effective healing magic. Will you be tending to the injured? Or will you be the one to hit that unfortunate button on the bracer to send a Reclaimer back home for revival? ○ Hang back and fight: Speaking of the Kobolds, you may run into one or two, looking to sneak their way into Vista Virs to pilfer some of those increasingly valuable resources. It's going to take yourself and a fellow Reclaimer to stop them — or an even wider-scale conflict with the Kitsune of Vista Virs. You may choose to fight, or if you've managed to befriend a group of Kobolds in the past, maybe you can reason with them. The choice is yours. ○ That's a morale: Maybe you can't heal. Maybe you can't fight, either. But you probably know at least one (1) good joke, right? Keeping the mood light while the plane of the dead literally creeps to your front door is not an easy task, nor is it any less important than the others. Park yourself at one of the kotatsus at The Succulent, grab yourself a glass of flavored water, and try to keep your mind off of impending disaster. ○ Fuck this shit I'm out: It's not like this can get any worse, right? Assuming you can find somewhere safe to bail, that is — keep in mind that if you choose this option, you may be subjected to a course even worse and more mandatory than Stop Dying 101 at the Moon Base. B. THE AFTERMATH It is, unfortunately, the way that a war with an unspeakably thorough destruction such as the Hunger occasionally plays out. Your efforts were not in vain. But collateral damage could not be helped. The tall, haphazardly constructed yet beautiful settlement of Vista Virs has been destroyed by the sandworms. Casualties could not be avoided. Among the wreckage, the shredded and splintered framework of the boardwalks you've inhabited for the past month and a half, a lone monument to the tenacity of the Needlers remains: A lake, pristine as ever, even if it's currently littered with debris. As the story goes, the Thorn that wrung out the nearby cacti to create Thorn's Thumbprint gave the Needlers the endurance, the strength they needed to survive in a harsh environment such as the Netheril. And Thorn's Thumbprint remains. They will survive, just as they always have. You may comfort those who have lost so much. You may help with rebuilding efforts. You may give them your word that you'll be back to help rebuild — which isn't a lie. Ultimately, though, you will have to return. C. HOMEWARD BOUND Your visit to the Netheril is over. After a month in the unforgiving desert climate, you return to your quarters on the base, where your bed's been freshly made, the water in the shower's warm, and the food is far more appetizing. It's time to rest. At some point past your initial return, though, a message appears on your bracer. It's not quite an acknowledgment of what happened at Vista Virs. That'll come later, and in a setting that's more formal than a message through the bracers. It has come to my attention that the Culinary Operating Official Kitchenmate, or the robot you all have affectionately termed Bender, is functioning exactly as intended, according to the man who constructed it. My sincerest apologies for those of you who have suffered collateral damage from Bender's more adventurous culinary forays. Terms of amends may be addressed in the future. Rest now. We will provide aid to the citizens of the Netheril. And we will discuss your efforts at a later date. 3. OOC NOTES Congratulations on obtaining the second Grand Relic! For those of you who participated in the Call to Arms, you can use this log to thread out the results. As a reminder, in order to qualify for a token to use in the Gacha, you will need to provide a link to your CTA thread from this log. There will be no RNG for this post. As noted in the third extra prompt, you are going home, and will be back at the Moon Base by March 10th. You may use this log for homecoming prompts as well. We'll have a proper Interlude plot for you and new Reclaimers in the coming weeks! We hope everyone enjoyed their visit to the Netheril! We're so thrilled with all that you've accomplished. blurb code by photosynthesis

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QUESTIONS

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[ribticklers]

What's the highest quality tech stuff that could be carried out of the lab by one person and put in a bubble?

Also, would the reclaimers be allowed to clear the debris from the water, or is it still a no-touch, no-magic deal?

[petsthedog]

this is a useless question but are ishisaru and suwa okay after the sandworm fight

[gotyourbach]

I know it says no RNG but if Kaede were to, say, intercept a group of kobolds and disarm one with the intent of talking them out of their nefarious plans, could she please use Strongmouse's Laughing Amulet to tell them, "This is more treble than it's worth."

:)

[notthatbutler]

I know you guys said no RNG, but in the interest of chance. Dwyer left the goat he befriended in town while everything was happening.

What is the chance that the goat survived.

[cluelesscavewoman]

This has probably been asked somewhere else. But how does the infirmary heal people? Is it normal care and stuff, possibly with space drugs/magic to speed things up?
And how are unruly patients that won't. Sit. Still. Handled?

Just checking before I make Futayo a menace with some crutches.

[unrecovered]

Is there anything in the lab that Garfield would find valuable or worth bargaining/trading for, or does he only deal in magical items?

Also, can Wash bring a robot back with him? Would any of them be interested in coming?

[seasaltkeys]

Will there be opportunities to talk to Killian either here or on the Lunar Interlude?

Roxas would probably just want to check and make sure Killian is doing alright (so it can even be handwaved).

[erythristic]

hi mods! coming to you with a question that's half investigation, half lore.

so, due to a mix of things - people talking about death being reversed, ghosts pouring out of the boundary in the caves, etc. - upon return to the moon base grell's going to be determined to start seeking out information on death customs, planes and deities in faerun. since this is a pretty broad category to start delving into, i was wondering if this could become more of a research project for her to start work on instead of just "can she find some books", to become something like a hobby/specialty over time that could be refined through searching, listening, and however else to learn and understand what's going on.

also the minute she hears about the raven queen she's going to fall in love with her, but that's a side issue.

basically, would it be fine to say that this could start to be an ongoing background personal search for her? and if yes, then related question - what kind of books can be found on moon base to kickstart this? (note, i'm totally fine waiting for the next lunar interlude to roll an investigation check or so!)

CTA - relic retrevial team

[cluelesscavewoman]

A team can be 3 fighters and a barbarian, this is balanced - ic planning post

[cluelesscavewoman]

[seasaltkeys]

[2B]

[Roxas doesn't immediately return to the Moon Base. Their victory at the lab, in recovering the relic, seems to have come at a steep price with the destruction of the town. And Roxas can't say he's ever really seen such destruction. It's a stark contrast to New Aspen. And it's kind of scary, just how powerful things are in this world.

He helps out where he can, looking for survivors and wishing he had cure, or clearing out wreckage with his Athletics. It's tiring work and someone, at some point, should tell him to take a break. Especially before he burns himself out.]

[2C]

[Eventually though, Roxas does return home. And it's nice, to be back on the Base. He's not sure when he started thinking of it as home, but that's where it is and he looks forward to sleeping in his bed and maybe not having a mission for a while. He wants to check on Killian, and possibly Lucas as well, just to make sure they're okay. He wants to check on everyone else as well. And he will.

But for now, he finds himself on one of his favourite places, which is the edge of the Moon Base, looking out over Faerun. This whole mission had given him a lot to think about. Doubles, existence, the planar system, grief. Things that he had never really considered until now. It's a lot, for one kid. One thing he can't shake, however, is that he did do something. He rescued someone, and helped recover a Relic. And that leaves him with a good feeling. That maybe he is cut out to be a Reclaimer, a hero, after all.

For now though, all he really wants is some ice cream.]

wildcard

[oculusriffs]

[that was a hell of a month and change, and quite frankly? Dave's exhausted.]

[it's why, whenever Roxas wanders back to their room from wherever he'd been, he's all cleaned up and flat on his back on his bed, arms behind his head. the shades are, for once, pushed up and resting on his forehead. he's not really one to be seen without them on, and the fact that he's just casually lying there, eyes out on display, might speak to how well he's already settled down back at the Moon Base.]

[he turns his head to look over at Roxas.]

Hey. Heard what you did.

CTA; closed

[horsepowered]

[At the first splutter and choking moment of the airship roaring to life, Chiron was convinced it had to be a fluke. It would only ever make sense as a fluke, because the odds were so against them. Against the stone needed to make the thing work in the first place still being there. Yet it all was, and it was working.

It's one victory of many that they have to achieve. The point of the airship, after all, is aerial cover to deal with the sandworms. Height and enough firepower to drive the worms off with as few hands as possible, and then decisions to make about what comes next.

A question for the ages, what comes next? Chiron lets it echo in his brain as manages steering the airship, guided not by any kind of knowledge with regard to technology (he is an ancient Greek mythological centaur, after all) but pressing buttons and a decent chunk of luck.

He's also pretty sure that the button he's pressing now will ensure that the most important and vital question of this mission will be heard throughout the ship.]

Terezi, are the weapons in working order?

[His voice is calm. There's been far stranger things he has encountered in his life, and so calm is easy. Natural.]

[iustitia]

[Oh hell yes. As the airship rumbles to life around them, Terezi can't help but pump her fists in victory. She doesn't know a thing about engineering or wiring or anything like that -- despite Venus telling her what to do to calibrate the controls, she half-expected her inexperience to screw everything up. It's a minor miracle that things have gone this well so far. Maybe they've got a real shot at getting everyone through this.]

Hold on, lemme go check!

[Maybe that hope was a little premature. It doesn't take an expert to tell that something's wrong when she dashes into the weapons room. She knows that very particular tangy smell of fear and disappointment coming from the kitsune mechanics.

There's a very concerning k-chunking noise whenever they press the button to fire. Something, somewhere, seems jammed and unresponsive, but nobody can tell exactly what.

Terezi's no expert, but that's proooooobably a problem.]

I've got bad news for you, captain. The weapon systems are down.

[Her words are maybe a little too lighthearted for the situation when she returns, but she doesn't really have the luxury of letting panic set in right now.]

CTA Erika & Soldier 76

[bu773rfly]

[There's kitsune hauling away the heavy parts, whole speaker blocks and tools and massive coils of wire; Erika's job is to pick out the little pieces. Time ticks away in a faint, repetitive thumping in the lab's ventilation system. Erika tunes out commotion in her peripheral vision and pries a mixing board out of its console.

She vanishes into a pragmatism zone when things get tense like this. Panic canceled, decisions expedited. Inside the lab, it recreates the station's atmosphere, like a physical pressure bearing down on her shoulders. Erika crouches, gets both arms under the mixing board - lift from the knees, just like we learned - and picks it up. It's not that heavy, but neither is she. Between that and the contents of her backpack, she's at her limits for now, encumbrance and time and sheer number of variables she can give herself room for error on. Back to town, mind whirling, for the moment of truth.

Her pace on the Way Out is brisk - not as fast as the kitsune passing her, but not slouching - and her breathing quiet but deep.]

[mylawn]

[It's a solid plan, especially given the fact that they have no real options in a situation like this. Dealing with sandworms one at a time will be much different than trying to take on a whole horde of them at once, but it's not like they have any other choice. While the town prepares for the worst, 76 and Erika take some of the hunting parties into the desert to get to work on a long shot that might, at the very least, buy them some time.

The contents of the lab are a pleasant surprise at least, with plenty of equipment that's useful to them. It doesn't take them long to pack up what they need, though without much technical expertise, there's not much he can do during this part of the plan than act as muscle. He's perfectly content with that, for the moment.]

Let me get that.

[76 is loaded down with other equipment, but what is he good for if not putting his own strength to use? He can handle Erika's equipment, and the sooner they make it back to town, the better.]

Just put it on top.

CTA; closed to faolan

[burnsgolden]

[At least Lucas opting to hole himself up in his room for the time being made her job a little easier. Yang still wasn't entirely sure what to make of all this but if guarding him is what she's assigned to do then she'll do it. Ideally no one has to die to resolve any of this. Maybe that was a foolish thing to hope for but she does anyway with all her heart.

Thankfully things have been uneventful so far. Currently she's in the room with Lucas while her partner remains vigilant outside. It's here Lucas suggests a walk, a need to get some fresh air to clear his head, and while Yang is initially against it she finally relents when she sees the tired expression on his face. Even if she doesn't know what to make of all this she still has a degree of sympathy for him. When she thinks of all she'd lost, well... maybe there was a time she could have walked a similar path.

Yang knocks on the window to get Faolan's attention, motion for him to join her inside. Once he does she lifts her hands to her hips.]

Hey. How's it looking out there? [If he's spotted anything suspicious or strange then they're staying put. Otherwise she'll see what he thinks of Lucas's request.]

Lucas wants a favor.

[reticence]

[Lucas has admitted that he doesn't feel safe here, and though Faolan does not exactly know why he trusts the other man's gut feelings enough to step up and play bodyguard as the situation demands. He does not know his partner Yang well, but she seems capable enough. And perhaps a bit more personable at first glance than Faolan himself, which is for the best considering the state of Lucas' nerves. Faolan is no nursemaid. He will do the job as required, but as far as reassurance is concerned...

Not knowing what exactly he is looking for, Faolan does his best to secure the perimeter of Lucas' room outside nonetheless before settling down just beyond the door for what he suspects will be the long wait. That is until he hears the tap on the window, glancing up and over his shoulder to spot Yang waving at him from inside. Pushing up, he steps inside to join her. Raising an eyebrow at her words.]

A favor.

[He raises an eyebrow at Lucas himself before turning back to Yang again.]

And what sort of a favor might that be?

[mylawn]

i. evacuation

[As soon as it becomes clear that their ideas to drive the sandworms away aren't going to work, 76 springs into action in another capacity. He's lived through fights like this before--where the best way to save the most lives is to abandon their position entirely. It's never easy, but it's the only choice if they want to survive. A town can be rebult. The dead can't be brought back.

So he thought, anyway, but he knows the Kitsune and the Needlers don't have the luxury the Reclaimers do.

He fully plans to stay on the ground, even as others board the airship--76 owes it to the Kitsune at this point, after all. He'd be remiss in his duties if he didn't see this through to the very end, and he's swift to locate any fellow Recliamers on the ground with him.]

Come on, it's time to move.

[He won't be coming on board, but he will most certainly be ushering you in that direction, shield out and ready and waiting for any debris.]

ii.aftermath - desert/lab

[He's been through calamaties like this before (perhaps with fewer sandworms), but it never gets easier. In the wake of the destruction, 76 should just be glad they were able to save the lives that they did, but he still finds himself needing a moment. Everything seems too still, and perhaps part of him is waiting for the other shoe to drop, even though he knows that the mission is over--that the relic is back in the Bureau's hands and the threat atgainst Vista Virs has subsided in turn.

Still, it's difficult for him to fully turn "off", so he takes a motorcylce and heads out into the desert. The closer he gets to the caves or the lab, however, the more likely it is that he sees the silhoutte of a fellow Reclaimer (that's you) and is compelled to make sure they (you) aren't in trouble.]

Need a ride?

[He prefers working alone, sure, but there's safety in numbers out here, especially when it comes to last-minute scavenging.]

iii. aftermath - vista virs

[Once he's had a moment of reflection, however, 76 doesn't waste any more time. There's still work to be done, and he won't be heading back to the Moon base until he at least starts the cleanup process. He's well-suited to it, too, his enhanced strength allowing him to move heavy (like really heavy) debris with ease. How is he doing that? Maybe it's best not to ask.

Some things, however, are too heavy even for super-soldiers, and this particularly unwieldy piece of wreckage has him beckoning you over.]

Give me a hand with this.

iv. wildcard

[76 is mostly going to stay on the ground in Vista Virs, first helping to evacuate and then to clean up and rebuild, but feel free to catch him near the airship or doing one final spelunk as well. Hit me up on plurk at whitticus.]

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[mccreehaw]

Nice shield. Impersonating Reinhardt?

[ It's admittedly a weak joke, but when isn't McCree making light of something or another? Seeing Jack with a shield out is something new, and he can't help poking at it (verbally, not physically). ]

Figured I'd hold the line 'til more people are on board. Plus it gives me time to smoke.

[unrecovered]

1. Back to life, back to reality

[They were successful. The Architect's Pen is in Wash's soft storage, Legion has been sent packing, and the veil between worlds has been restored. They've won.]

[And then they return to town - or rather, what's left of town - and Wash realizes that isn't the case at all.]

[The mission was a success. The collateral damage has been massive.]

[For a moment, he sees Armonia as he remembers it from his last weeks on Chorus: an utter wreck, cratered in the middle, best seen from a distance because the radiation from the explosion was still too much for standard-issue armor to offer any protection. That battle had been a success, at least to some measure, but there had still been a war to win, a genocide to stave off.]

[And that's what this is. A battle won; a war in progress; a genocide to survive, to end before it succeeds in ending you.]

[He's done this before. He will damn well do it again.]

[But for now, he's walking Twocas into town with Roxas. He'll entertain questions or conversation if you fall in step with them; God help anyone who tries to stop them.]

2. Snake, it's a snake

[Wash is standing outside the entrance to the caverns, looking...unsure, to say the least. Sure, he heard about what transpired, but after everything that's happened, he's not sure he trusts it. So if you get close enough to talk, he has a question:]

Are we sure it's asleep?

3. Hit me with technology

[Wash has gotten the layout of the lab fairly well - enough to find his way around, at least. It helps that the robots recognize him as one of the people who helped overthrow their master and free them, and they are more than happy to help him.]

[You might find him in conversation with a gaggle of these robots, advising them on the do's and don't's of government. He's not the best at this, but he's trying, and the robots are certainly getting ideas. He's welcome to assistance; he's also welcome to heckling. Some things just feel like home.]

[You might also find him deep in one of the lab's work spaces, gathering together tools and raw materials - metals, wiring, computer chips and innards, plastic, etc - and packing them neatly in a crate the robots have helpfully procured for him. It's looting, but with a purpose.]

4. In somebody else's lake

[It's wet, messy work, but someone's got to do it, and Wash is well-prepared for it. He can be seen cleaning out Thorn's Thumb, walking out of its depths in full armor, dragging a chunk of debris that's a little too big for him to handle without the added maneuverability of full submersion in the lake.]

Hey, can you help me with this?

5. If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

[Wash is one of the last few to return to the moon. Despite how badly the state of Vista Virs has been getting to him, he still feels the need to help for as long as he can, because he can and they need it. Still, he finally returns, utterly exhausted, armor coated in the grit of the desert and the dust of a ruined city, and makes a beeline for the mess hall. He can be found there, sitting at a table, helmet hooked to his hip and mug of mediocre coffee in his hands. First things first.]

[Over the next few days, he can also be found in the Archives with his nose buried in research. If this is the world he's stuck in, and the war he's fighting, then he needs to at least know the basics in order to be prepared. To that end, he's studying geography, history, and...magic. He's not planning on learning it, but if he has some idea of how it works or what it's capable of, he can at least be prepared. He might also look exhausted, because he's been studying in favor of sleeping. "Oops" doesn't quite apply, because that's absolutely on purpose.]

[If he's not in the archives, he's in the dojo, running through training programs and practicing his swordsmanship. He could use a training partner, or someone to teach him the finer points of fighting with a blade longer than a dagger; he could also use someone with the wherewithal to haul him off the field and back to his room for the nap that he visibly, desperately needs and is refusing to take.]

6. Wildcard

[Have something else in mind? Feel free to throw it in! Hit me up at kiaxet if you want to plan.

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[gambolshroud]

[Blake has also dedicated herself to clean-up duty, doing whatever she can to help those who survived the attack to get up and running again— whatever that means in these circumstances. Vista Virs won't be what it was again, at least not anytime soon, but she feels that the Reclaimers owe this to the people here.

Given how vital the lake is, its current state is worrisome, but it can be salvaged. She, too, has been doing her part to clear debris, and when Wash asks for help, she wastes no time in joining him, reaching to grab hold of the opposite end of the refuse he's trying to pull from the water. She's already soaked, so there's no reason to hesitate.]

Here, I've got this end— looks like you were making pretty good headway with it, at least.

[notthatbutler]

2B: Tell me you'll never do anything so utterly idiotic ever again.

[Well, they did it - Sseth has been contained and knocked out by some miracle of fate, and despite the pain in his no-longer-bleeding nose from where his topaz shadow had clocked him and the bruises and cuts and whatever else he sustained from escaping the cave collapse, Dwyer's still trudging along. The healing staff, as always, helps with that, though he seems to sag considerably more when he sees the state of Vista Virs.]

...You have to be kidding me.

[Still, he goes on in, picking his way through wreckage and debris towards where the injured might be congregating and offers his services. Resident or Reclaimer, Kitsune or Needler, he doesn't care, and gently waves off anyone who tries to tell him to go and get looked at himself.]

No, no, I'm fine. You're not. That means I've got work to do.

[There's a reason his personal credo is "Work before rest." Still, part of him is keeping an eye out especially for his goat friend. After all, the poor thing might've gotten caught up in this absolute disaster of a mess and...

No. No, he can't think about it that way, or he'll get sad. The goat wouldn't have deserved to die, they did nothing wrong.

If you don't encounter him healing, though, you might find him actually taking a moment to breathe, pointedly watching a kitsune merchant from afar. She seems to be taking care to guide a goat through the wreckage, and at the sight, Dwyer is...honestly relieved? Truly. It's not like Madame Director would have let him bring a goat up to the moon anyway, right?]

2C: Well, that's that. Walked a half-dozen feet. Time for a nap.

[Of course, all things must eventually come to an end, and Dwyer, though he is willing to stay and heal for as long as he's needed, also knows his own limits. When it's time to pack up and head back to the Moonbase, he goes without complaint, though with a bit of sadness in his heart.

Mostly for his goat friend. Even if they're okay, he's going to miss them. They're a good goat. But he's got other things on his mind, too - gods and their power in this world, and what he ought to do as a Cleric. He actually hadn't given the otherworldly power he'd been deemed worthy to channel much thought, save for the usual respect his healing abilities always held, but...after coming face to face with an actual deity, even if it wasn't "his"? Yeah, he...he ought to get schooled on things. How else could Dwyer be of use here if he didn't?

He goes to the Moonbase medbay pretty much immediately, sheepishly allowing whoever's on staff to lecture him about his injuries (the nose in particular - they're pretty sure it's broken, why didn't he get something done about that immediately? Setting it is going to hurt like shit, and it can be healed, but who's to say he won't be made to wear a splint on it for a couple days just in case?). He'll stick around there for a little bit to check on any Reclaimers laid up from injuries or death-revival, pointedly not getting in the way of Dr. Tank or any nurses/aides that might be working. He's not a doctor. Interfering here wouldn't be right.

After a while, though? He's going to his quarters to sleep. You'll have to knock pretty loudly to get him to come to the door, but it isn't a lost cause if you want to check on him.]

medbay.

[erythristic]

[if she had her way, she wouldn't be in here at all, but it turns out wrapping up and then mostly ignoring harsher injuries when you can't heal the way you used to isn't the best solution, even if you can . she's being confined to a bed for at least 24 hours, she's being told - so that all her injuries have a chance to actually heal up, instead of dealing with her putting more strain on them like she has. something about reckless adventurers got thrown out during the five minute lecture she tuned out entirely.

but that's boring, and she dislikes this place, in comparison to her own quarters. so when she sees another Reclaimer, her eyes light up. bandages are wrapped around her arms, but judging from her expression, she's not in pain.]

What, they're letting you go free?

( closed )

[gambolshroud]

kaede

[gambolshroud]

[It’s not the first time Blake has seen destruction of this magnitude, and she very much doubts it will be the last— but it’s already hitting her hard. They had managed to get ahold of the relic, but the cost… it reminds her too much of home in all the worst ways.

There are hardly enough hands to go around in the aftermath, it seems, and Blake feels out of her element in that there’s little she can do for the wounded, but there are plenty of supplies to be handed out to the small groups of refugees that have begun to cluster amid the debris, huddled in and around their makeshift tents. Whatever she can do, she’s more than willing to do it, and she’s glad to see that she’s far from the only one who’s decided to stick around and lend their aid— it’s after salvaging what looks like usable firewood from a pile of debris that she catches up with Kaede, her expression grim when they meet.]

Hey… how are you holding up?

[Not great, she’s betting.]

Besting a God! CTA (Closed)

[despairing_hope]

The depths of the cave were suffocating in dread, the newly risen god was before them in all it's fury and destructive desire. The only thing keeping it back at this point was the topaz that grew in scattered clumps around the open cavern. However, that wouldn't keep it down for long, it was already searching for a new sacrifice.

A little more power, and it would be free.

The sense of the dead filled the place, but they were nowhere to be found. Unlike before the only sense was emanating from Sseth himself.

A god that fed on sacrifice, a god that held it's worshipers inside it after their life was gone.

What an overwhelming situation.

"I guess we should see if we can exorcise it first." Komaeda felt doubtful, but at the same time a little giddy. He had gone through hell to get here, going up against himself, and really... coming down to this area at all. Surely... surely this was the thing so many hardships had been wrought to deal with. "I'm sure our Hope will outweigh it's Despair."

let's go beat sseth the snod

[notthatbutler]

"Hope's as good as anything else, I guess..."

Dwyer's not so sure if they can rely on hope alone for this. His nose still hurts like the dickens from where his shadow punched him, but it's kind of a less pressing matter than what amounts to standing in the presence of a malevolent god. Sseth exudes a similar oppressive aura as Anankos did in the depths of Valla, and it's. Intimidating.

But he has to focus. If this thing got up to the surface, there's no telling how much destruction it could bring. They needed to stop Sseth here and now.

"I think I should be able to do a thing called...'Turn Undead'? Would that get rid of the spirits?"

[bu773rfly]

A. Checkpoint

[Intellectually, she knows; there's limits on the outcomes of actions. Effort isn't rewarded with success. One pair of hands is only worth so much, given stacked circumstances. She could herd herself onto the airship with the refugees, catalogue injuries and shush crying children or something, and nobody would complain.

Emotionally, she feels like she owes it to the town to stay behind. She won't be deterring any sandworms. She will be flitting, warlock and familiar, at breakneck pace through the arch as it shudders, one last sweep for remainers to drag down to the lakeside. She'll be careening down to the shore on shaking legs and huddling there with the rest of the merchants and performers left behind, watching for tremors and falling debris.

If you're heading out to make a last stand against the sandworms, she's here to help scrounge up supplies for you from hunter stashes and merchants' inventories. If you're down here to raise morale, she could probably use some of that too. And if you're fending off an opportunistic kobold, darting in in the chaos - this'll be Erika's first actual and for real fight, but she's here for that too, darting in with sword out, a slightly manic look about her, and way too much fervor for the degree of coordination she's working with.]

B. Save... [limit one please]

[Things go quiet. And then they stay quiet. And the survivors pick back out across the wreckage one by one, like the legs of a cautious spider twitching forward.

Erika finds a body in the flotsam, drags it onto land, and crouches over it. It's a young kitsune, a mechanic; she's breathing slowly, blood oozing bright from her head, soaking her fur, her face, her ear, splattered across goggles and vest.]

Come on.

[Erika's expression is neither hopeful nor resigned yet - just wide-eyed and focused, frozen in the same state of astonishment it took on when she got up to scope out the damage. Her hand cups the mechanic's eye, fingers pressed into the fur of her brow.]

Come on...

[Using Necromantic Touch to heal requires an acceptance of your limits. Erika goes right to hers, but doesn't push them. The mechanic's injury heals within them; Erika sits up in mild surprise at that, swaying faintly, then moves to stand up and apparently thinks better of it before looking up and around for help, finding a pair of eyes and latching onto them wordlessly with her own.]

C. and Load.

[Well, that was fucked up.

There's a lot to rebuild. There's a lot of shit to move around, in the immediate future, to clear paths around the lake and make precarious piles safe and orderly and if nothing else make the survivors feel like they're living in less of a garbage dump.

Her contribution is pretty negligible, but it's kind of meditative to pick something up out of the water, carry it a couple hundred feet, dump it, go back, and do it over again. Soon they'll all be called back to the moon. Right now, she's walking back and forth with handfuls or armfuls of debris and staring at the ground and thinking, and you're welcome to join.]

D. (wildcard.)

[hmu for custom prompts or things on the moon.]

b.

[erythristic]

[she sees the girl in the aftermath, when everyone's trying desperately to find pieces to hold onto. ragged strips of cloth are tied to her arms, her legs - the pain from injuries is endurable, and so Grell keeps on. this won't slow her yet, she thinks, though some of the exhaustion is visible in her face. more than that, in her heart she thinks that the city falling is a tragedy, but no one needs to hear that.

but the girl needs someone, a stronger shoulder to hold onto, and she sees this. crossing the distance, she offers out a hand to her, eyes briefly taking in the healed mechanic before them.]

Take my arm. Let's find you a better place to rest, hm?

[ribticklers]

2A
[Sans has set up shop in The Succulent, with all his spices. They're free now, though--sort of a sandworm apocalypse flash sale--and Sans himself is stretched out lazily at the kotatsu he's taken over with some flavored water like nothing's wrong. (There's a lot wrong, but what can he do about it? Make people feel better, maybe.)]

If you're gonna go out and celebrate the end times, might as well have a flavor experience before you go. [The needlers are kind of weird. But hey, they like flavors.]

2B.1; warning: dead body
[Monsters don't have much matter to them, held together as they are by magic and a will to live. Almost everyone he's met here, they've got so much more mass. And they don't die like monsters, not from something like this. Maybe a death from old age would be more like when a monster falls down, before they turn to dust. This is different. This is a kitsune spilled open by a half-ruined building near the oasis. Wrong place, wrong time.

When you're a skeleton, you don't need to have expressions. When you're Sans you have even fewer than that.

He turns to the oasis, and the water begins to move, pushing the debris to shore as he works his shape water magic over the surface. It's like doing math problems in your head when you're at the dentist. Maybe. Sans hasn't ever been to a dentist.]

2B.2
[Eventually, Sans has to take a break from Vista Virs. The lab is still there, so that's where he goes--it's not exactly the same technology as back home, but it's not that different, either. It's enough to be comfortable.

Nobody is going to be using this stuff anymore, probably. Sans ends up stuck halfway into a cracked open wall, unhooking things to take back with him. Don't trip over his feet, which are still sticking out.]

2b.1

[protegge]

[There's a lot of dead bodies around.]

[Weirdly, the needlers are getting to Mista worst. He's — man, he couldn't put his finger on why if he tried. It's not that he's no longer affected by flesh-and-blood bodies, far from it, but there's something so jarringly different about seeing a broken body with insides more like a plant than a person that jabs at his brain in an awful way.]

[The impulse to kneel by this body and try lay on hands is there, despite the fact that the kitsune is obviously dead. He deliberately doesn't. Enough of that, right? Instead, when he kneels down, he takes the kitsune's pulse (which is pointless, and he knows, but it's habit and necessary), then closes their eyelids and rearranges the body in a way that's more natural, less broken-looking. Like sleep, except nobody's fooled.]

[He doesn't miss the sideways look Sans gives, although he's got no idea what it means. For a little while, once his work is done, he sits cross-legged by the body and watches Sans clean up. After a few minutes, without moving:]

You need a hand? [Who knows what he could even do to help, he can't shape water, but you know. It's the polite thing to offer, probably.]

guido mista | ota

[protegge]

i. during

[This isn't the first losing fight he's been a part of. It's not the first losing fight he's been a part of with high stakes. But it's the first one where numbers are on his side and they're still losing.]

[He doesn't think about it now. He'll think about it later, and it'll piss him off, make him hurt and sulky and quiet in a way he only ever is when things are wrong. But for now, he fights on the frontlines — and the weird thing is, it's like the chaos around him doesn't even exist. He's focused on being the last line of defense between the evacuees and the sandworms, single-minded in what's obviously just a stalling measure, that he manages to keep the desperation of the whole situation in the back of his mind.]

[Until the archway falls. That stops him, freezes him in his tracks even as a sandworm bears down on his flank. But he's staring, just staring as Vista Virs falls into the Thumb, like he's in a trance, or like he's forgotten where he is and what he's doing.]

ii. after

[Afterwards, Mista's pretty easy to find. He's everywhere. Some quick calculation of how often he's seen in public versus how many hours there are in a day will make it obvious that he's not sleeping, like, at all — but that's okay. There's only so much time left in Vista Virs, and a lot to do.]

[Everywhere he goes, he smiles, tired and faint but not obviously forced. Ther's enough people upset here that he doesn't want to add to it if he can help it. In the hours immediately following the battle's end, he's looking for survivors in the rubble, breaking in lay on hands with a singleminded clumsiness and earnest empathy that makes obvious how completely unequipped he feels for this kind of work. He does it, though, fixing up anybody who needs healing, whether that's from a scratch or a gut wound.]

[After that, he takes some time to eat, but not much, before heading out again. He checks on Stylosa, then on Pentandra, and stays at the Thumb afterward to clean up the lake. Even as the sun sets, he's waist-deep in the water, hauling debris out of the water and dumping it onto a growing pile on the sand.]

[Until eventually he steps out of water and wobbles a little on his feet. When is the last time anyone around here sat down and took five, that's the real question.]

iii. wildcard

[hit me with that good good anything, fam. pm this journal or hit me at passiones]

ii

[kahunanu]

[Dusk is when Nanu comes alive, no longer so oppressed by persistent sun and heat. Like a dour shepard looking for lost sheep he patrols around looking for Reclaimers gone wayward in their work ethics and good scruples. Maybe it's the telltale sweat stains on their clothes or inappropriate amount of them as heat ebbs away from the desert and promises an inclement drop in temperature that would behoove a break and a change. He's pretty sure he found one such lost sheep as he stands only a few meters behind Mista.]

You're gonna' throw your back out kid if you keep pushing like that.

[How long has he been standing there? That's a good question.]

Take it from me. [He obviously has a very bad back, what with all the help he's been doing moving debris around (read: not at all).]

[petsthedog]

i. evacuation station
a.

[When it all goes to hell, Shinjiro knows exactly where to focus his efforts; he doesn't have the firepower to join in the last stand against the sandworms, not without endangering the lives of the others that chose to fight with him. So he focuses on the rescue, instead. He runs around helping get everyone into the airship that he can, fetching the wounded and even dubiously alive Kitsune and Needlers out to safety; anyone who's not obviously beyond repair is peeled out from the wreckage.

If you're conscious, however, he'll offer a hand to you to help you up.]

Can you walk? I'll carry you if you can't.

[Or maybe you're not injured, but there's an injured Kitsune or Needler trapped under some debris that Shinjiro's not quite strong enough to lift on his own. In that case, he'll flag you down with a shout--]

Hey! Give me a hand with this!

b. limit: two [cw: imagery associated with suicide, but no actual self-harm or ideation here]

[This is a disaster zone, however. Eventually -- eventually, something out of Shinjiro's control is bound to happen. Maybe it's a piece of an unstable building about to fall down on you, either as you tend to the injured or trapped, or maybe you're trapped yourself. Maybe there's a sandworm that comes barreling too close to avoid crushing you, or maybe you're about to end up in the crossfire of a conflict between Kitsune and Kobold, but whatever it is .... Shinjiro's too far away.

There's the sound of a scream of no!, and there's only a moment to be alarmed as a gun is aimed at his own temple before the gunshot, because it's then that a massive horse-monster suddenly materializes, flying out to take the full brunt of the impact.

And then he's running, running, to grab you and pull you to safety before Castor gives way or his own control does.]

ii. after the fall

[He spends as long as he can down on Vista Virs even after it's all over. He sees images of the dead and wounded whenever he closes his eyes, so he tries to make himself useful as much as he can, even though the exhaustion dogs at his heels.

He splits his time between fishing debris out of the water and helping with the rebuilding efforts, and if he staggers a little when he's carrying something heavy, if his hand shakes slightly when he's sifting through debris at the lake, then that's just the price for avoiding his own nightmares.

Even so, he's still going. He'll even outstretch his hand to you, if you seem to be having your own trouble carrying or lifting things. Nobody's doing okay, probably, but they can't afford to stop.]

iii. home again, home again

[He gives himself a couple days to recover, physically. It's a pretty miserable prospect, sitting idle for any stretch of time, but what he has in mind isn't something that can be risked without some measure of fitness.

He'll never really feel ready, but Qrow had asked him to try, and he's haunted enough by the destruction of Vista Virs that when he's built up some strength again, he goes into one of the training rooms in the dojo--one of the real ones, not his miserable simulated little corner of Iwatodai--and summons his Persona, throwing it at simulated opponents for as long as he can manage.

He'll keep going until he's on his knees, pouring sweat and breathing like he just ran a marathon, though if he happens to be interrupted -- he'll stare at you with a deer-in-headlights expression for a moment or two before Castor is immediately dismissed.]

G-go ahead, I'm done.

[He attempts to stand. This is clearly a Mistake.]

iv. baked goods free to a hungry stomach

[There is an absolutely delicious aroma coming from one of the common areas of the Moon Base. It turns out, someone either got extremely lucky with Bender, or stress baked like, an entire mess of cookies, cupcakes, brownies, and assorted other things. They've just been left out in the open for anyone to take, and the baker appears to be nowhere in sight.

Unless, of course, you happen to notice the sketchy looking character departing said area has a bit of flour lingering on his cheek. How very weird!]

Food, even if training room is tempting

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Futayo doesn't notice a thing as she barges by on her crutches. She's not even using them to walk. Instead she's balancing on her good leg, planting the crutches ahead of her and lunging forward. Building up more speed than someone with a broken leg should be.

But she's doing it anyway. She smells food. And she nearly bashes into a table trying to reach the food.

Except, she has no free hands to take the food. There's a few seconds of her staring blankly, scowling then her eyes widen and dart around as distress sets in. There food here, but she can't reach it???

Then she blanks again and nods to herself.

And leans forward face-first to grab a cookie with her mouth.]

[kahunanu]

✦¹ Sandworm incidents increase 13% from last year | I hate 'em myself

[Him, Komaeda, Dwyer and Qrow walking out Sseths's cavern not only alive but victorious felt like a surreal victory. The kind he didn't want to believe on paper but knowing that oily evil omnipresent whisper was behind him was comforting enough. They just fell a mighty beast--an actual God--together. He might even venture to feel good about this...

Until he got back to town and saw the sandworms utterly destroying it. The victory, important as he knew it to be, felt hollow. His heart sinks imagining his home island of Alola being swallowed up but gigantic rampaging Ultra Beasts and he's quickly reminded how he didn't hesitate to join that fight. Here, he's not sure there's much town left to save but before he can give himself a chance to berate himself and remind himself he's too old for this shit and he's already pushed his luck enough with Sseth he's already taken to the skies in the form of a hawk.

1A) Any fellow Reclaimers fighting Sandworms may soon find themselves assisted by a hawk carrying a long piece of red silk cloth in its talons, something like an angry tiny tow plane flying a banner... except the distal end of his banner is burning, leaving a clear smokey trail in the sky. It's hard to miss and that's the point as he daringly swoops near the sandworm's face and eyes. It's a more than adequate distraction, so now's the time to make your attack count.

1B) Or perhaps you were out on the desert fighting the sandworms on their own terms until the proverbial dust settled. The literal dust hasn't quite yet, as those colossal beasts kicked up an awful lot of sand in their wake. It'd be very easy to lose your way but Nanu's here to help. This time he's flying a white silk cloth, slathered in something that reflects sunlight during the day and glows with luminescence at night. Perhaps he pilfered something useful from the labs for it but his intent here is to lead any wayward warriors safely home.]

✦² YOU SHALL NOT PASS | angry wolf prevents loot

[Nanu and his comrades worked real hard to secure Sseth's Ddeth and he's heard rumors about curious Reclaimers sticking their noses in the caverns. He's hardly pleased by that. For loot or simple curiosity, he doesn't care--the risk is too great and they worked too hard to have any of that undone.

As a bear, he can be seen systematically moving large rocks in any obvious crevasses and entrances, and any he can't fully cover up he will take the time to specifically guard.

As a wolf, he dutifully patrols the area or rests on nearby rocks, red eyes glaring at anyone who gets too close to not-totally secured entrances. If that wasn't clear, he'll arch his back and lower his head and growl, baring as many of his sharp teeth as he can in warning.

Get out.]

✦³ Welcome to Goodberry, home of the Goodberry | you need healing

[I mean if you do that's great, Nanu has goodberries. He'll gladly shove them in anyone's face who looks like they need them. That's it, that's the prompt.]

✦⁴ Working hard | or hardly working

[When it comes to helping to clean up the rubble left behind, well, time for Nanu's back to go out. For him to play up the old man shtick really hard. You think he's here to help that's where you're wrong kiddo. He's going to go take another nap right over there, plainly in eye shot. He can definitely cheer you on by hanging around watching you work. It's that awful silent judgmental kind of cheering. Nanu's an expert at it.

But, he does have an ulterior motive. He will do this in particular around someone who looks like they've been going at it for far too long. The kind of person who's red in the face and dripping sweat and hasn't touched a drink of water in hours. In his opinion a lot of this is a lost cause/not their responsibility (frankly, Lucas should be down here sweating it out) but for now, Reclaimers who need a break, Nanu's here to hold two drinks and sip one reeeallllly loudly while standing in the shade.]

✦⁵ used Metronome | wildcard

[Anything else you want let's do it. Before Nanu leaves he'll can be seen probably hanging out with the Kitsune more than anything, saying goodbyes and honoring fallen comrades one last time. Back on the moon, Nanu is going to be taking all the naps. He's going to have to work hard to work all this awkward sun tan/burn off.]

4

[ribticklers]

[Is Sans working? Who knows, honestly. What is clear is that he suddenly appears beside Nanu via misty step and grabs for that extra drink.] Hey, thanks.

[bakucchan]

i.

[Bakugo had died. He killed his mirror double back in those caverns, and woke up at home base with something missing. Something immediate-- his ability to see colours. Everything was painted in dull tans and greys and it was immediately hard to adjust himself to, but he didn't have time to sit around and be a liability because of it. So as soon as he was back at Vista Virs, and the place was under attack, he did his best to fight. Fighting is what he's best at, after all.

So, with a grin wide across his face, tricking the fear inside of him he sets off with his explosions in his palms, having run out of grenades for his launcher. He's aware that he's not nearly as powerful as he should be right now, and relying solely on his Quirk isn't the best course of action when he's faced with giant sandworms but if he can at least stall to give enough time for the rescue to go underway, that's all that matters.

And while you're either on the field fighting with him or just caught in the fray, a massive rock is shaken out of the ground by a sandworm bursting from it nearby and hurls right towards you-- just for Bakugo to use a palm sized explosion to blast it out of the way.]

If you're just gonna stand around like a moron, do it somewhere else you fucking punk!!

[Aaand of course he's going to insult you even while he saves you.]

ii.

[When things calm down, and those who are injured needs tending to, there's a Hero here to help. Though reluctant as he is, he does realize that he has a healing ability... he didn't want to take being a Bard seriously, and he's never used any of his abilities up until now but after becoming more of a hindrance than a Hero these last two months he's tired of not doing his part.

So if you happen to have injuries on the smaller side he'll approach you with a scowl so clerics and those with stronger healing magic can attend to those who are more seriously hurt.]

....you'll be fine, suck it up.

[Surprisingly, that small, tiny bit of encouragement does send a warmth through your injury, soothing it as it heals a small bit of your health.]

iii.

GODDAMMIT!

[There's the sound of a crash coming from the dojo, after all's said and done and everyone's back home. Coming in there you'll find Bakugo standing in the midst of wrecked robots, panting heavily with nothing but his bear hands to use against them. Another one shows up for the fight and he grabs it by it's neck, tossing it into a wall with a yell and after that he swerves on his heel to deliver a roundhouse kick to another that sends it's head right off.]

DIE, YOU FUCKING HUNKS OF TRASH!

[He's so incredibly angry. At himself, mostly, for what a piss poor job he'd done during his first mission. He feels ashamed and humiliated for being such an asset, for not taking anything as seriously as he needed to because he viewed all of this as a stupid game. But deep down he did know... he knew that his world was destroyed, and he was the only one that could save it. But he denied it all the way up until he died in those caverns, and now he felt like a goddamn moron.]

Fuck! Fuck!

[He yells as he punches another robot down onto the ground, and he goes down with it. Straddling it as he punches it over and over and over until his knuckles start to bruise.

Fuck all of this. Just fuck it all.]

iii.

[burnsgolden]

[She's a frequent visitor to the dojo herself. She's eager to stay in shape but exercise also helps keep her mind occupied. And now more than ever does she need that.

The shouting definitely startles her when she enters and Yang makes a quick beeline to the source. She arrives in time to see him pin the robot and start punching it with such ferocity it's a little frightening at first.

In all honesty she doesn't think she should interfere until she can actually start to see his hands bruise. Then Yang gets a bit concerned. She'll invite herself right in.]

Whoa, hey... Take it easy.