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maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
maskormods) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-11-19 01:09 pm
Entry tags:
- !event log,
- anathema device | n/a,
- anders | n/a,
- archangel gabriel | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- brandon heat | n/a,
- cecelia ardenbury | n/a,
- conner kent | superboy,
- darin altway | n/a,
- david alleyne | prodigy,
- david wayne loki | seeker of truth,
- donna troy | wonder girl,
- erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- finn onaru | the dragonborn,
- guzma | big bad guzma,
- harry dresden | the magician,
- jane porter | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- knock out | n/a,
- kurt | the reptilian,
- laurie collins | wallflower,
- leia organa | huttslayer,
- lucifer morningstar | the devil,
- lucina | n/a,
- martin darkov | darkov,
- nathan summers | cable,
- quentin beck | mysterio,
- roland crane | n/a,
- ruby nakamura | candlelight,
- stephen strange | doctor strange,
- tenno | zephyr,
- tina belcher | n/a,
- xellos metallium | a secret,
- † anthony crowley | n/a,
- † bruce wayne | batman,
- † lance | champion,
- † peter parker | spider-man,
- †: adam young | n/a
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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
MEANWHILE, IN HEROPA
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
WHERE: Jeopardy -> Heropa
WHEN: Nov. 19
WHAT: A resolution and a swear-in
WARNINGS: Please label threads
Somewhere, in a place that is and is not Jeopardy, time has passed. To some, it may have felt like mere hours; to others, days. For time doesn't truly touch this place. Only fate exists here, for imPorts to change or allow to proceed as it will.
Somewhere, the sisters look into the hearts of those with the power to decide the fate of this entire world and know their choice. A blinding light grows, forcing even the strongest to close their eyes, and as they do so, a vision of what could have happened appears in their minds. A world wreathed in flames, fire and screams echoing ceaselessly as they depart; a peaceful world, healed and whole and well—and a certainty that another world has paid a heavy price.
And then there's the sensation of three powerful forces leaving, two taking an unwilling third with them to wherever they are going. This world will be left as it is now, and its future will be whatever the people here make of it.
One week into the mysterious storm that has enveloped much of Jeopardy, citizens across the nation are losing hope. The government continues to monitor the situation at a safe distance, but cannot enter the affected part of the city, though one SEAL team did make an attempt, only to become lost in the wind for hours before emerging without ever making it through. While the storm hasn't grown, neither has it shown any sign of changing.
The heroes who bravely charged into the storm have not officially been given up for lost, but with no news coming from Jeopardy, few believe they will emerge unscathed. To honor their sacrifice (?) and offer sorrowful natives a means of coping, a candlelight vigil kicks off outside Heropa City Hall at 4:30 PM EST.
Speeches are given. Commemorative t-shirts are sold. It is at this point that a large portal of light opens up in front of the building and deposits all imPorts who entered the storm, as well as a confused but unharmed Layla and Sally Clapp. A stunned silence falls over the crowd — followed shortly by an eruption of cheers.
Organized chaos quickly reigns over the occasion. Medical personnel are quickly called in to aid any imPorts who might need it, and government officials quickly descend, one thing on their mind: what the heck happened, heroes?! ImPorts are asked to state, for the record, exactly what they experienced — which leaves a lot of room open for the more creative among them. Just what each imPorts is willing to confess to or lie about is up to them, but there are other imPorts at hand to refute or support all statements.
While imPorts are technically free to go, all are encouraged to enter the building for a debriefing with government officials. Those who care to share their story begin to paint a picture of what happened, and a flurry of transportation begins to move between City Hall and the local porter outpost, as Jeopardy will certainly require some aid now that it is fully accessible. Reports begin to filter back that while there have been some casualties and collateral damage to the city, it is far less of a disaster than the government anticipated during the storm, no doubt due to imPorts' efforts. Additionally, news from other porter cities begins to arrive; with the dissipation of the Jeopardy storm, all dimensional anomalies elsewhere have ceased.
Following the briefings, ImPorts may go home and get some rest, although they may have trouble shaking off the crowds — which are largely ecstatic that the people who apparently saved the world are in front of them.
While imPorts were occupied with the post-disaster debriefings, locals have used the time to launch an impromptu celebration of their defense of this world. Local restaurants, breweries and nanas have hustled their finest wares over, and free food and drink are flowing for the homecoming heroes. A local party & events organizing company has strung up some lights and tents in the park across the street from City Hall, lending a festive atmosphere to the area. T-shirts being sold to honor the assumed-fallen heroes have been 'edited' with permanent marker, going from 'FALLED HEROES' (there was an error in the print run, given the notice of less than a week) to 'RISEN HEROES' and are, regretfully, being given away for free.
For those who stay, an impromptu party breaks out, and the occasion quickly becomes the latest swear-in, albeit with a more casual emphasis on the actual swearing-in than usual; a card table is set up with the usual seals and documents, but it's a bit haphazard.
Along with tasty libations, local musicians start jamming on acoustic guitars in the park's gazebo, setting up some cheerful background music—or maybe you're not too tired to dance? A local physical therapy school has rolled in multiple portable massage tables, with free sessions for sore heroes!
The locals who haven't dispersed yet are also around, likely to seek autographs from the world savers, while podcasters, BlueTubers and regular nosy nellies might lean in with a recording device, asking for the real story of what happened. For imPorts who become too intoxicated or exhausted to porter home, many locals are offering couches to crash on — although the pillows they use may later show up on ePay.
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[he notices. archie's pretty good at seeing these things, especially with people he's close to.]
Right. You okay? [he could understand bashfulness-- but the stiltedness is what takes him by surprise... and talking about the armour instead of allura herself. or... what happened.]
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M’just wondering...if I deserve this. I mean...I can’t go anywhere anymore.
[He takes a deep breath and an even deeper drink.]
Clotho demanded sacrifices to save this world. So I gave up the only thing I could think of that would be significant enough.
...I sacrificed my right to leave.
[Which means Anmaral is forever in a timeless strata since he can’t exactly return to it. Either that or Dromas wins and his world ended. But it also means he can’t leave to...say...go with Allura and the rest of the paladins.]
[He’s sealed here.]
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Does Allura know?
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She was there. Clotho had already asked her for sacrifices. She gave up the memory of her homeworld apparently so...
It only seemed right...
I don't know if I did the right thing, Arch. I mean...I know I did right by the people of this world...and I know I don't owe the people of my world anything but...
[He hangs his head, his eyes obscured by his bangs.]
...For the first time in my life...I feel like I really did fulfill a prophecy of sorts...
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[well. not good. but good that he's not keeping it from her. good that if they had to make a hard choice, at least it was together.]
What prophecy? [he wants to know where darin is on all this before they get into the deeper parts of it.]
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...I betrayed my world, Arch...
My duty to Alvale...my friends...
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I don't remember if I've told you about this before, but back in my world, after the whole mess with Kyogre, another apocalypse almost happened. A giant meteor that was big enough to end all life on our planet was on a collision course with Hoenn. May - the Champion and the girl that stopped me - told me about the plan that had originally been put together that she'd been involved in stopping. Partly because my admin was trying his own thing alongside it and almost interrupted it by accident.
See, we have this energy back home called Infinity Energy. It's collected from Pokémon in a way that doesn't harm them and is part of the reason why our technology is so advanced. Hoenn brainiacs were going to use Infinity Energy to create a portal that was to send the meteor to another dimenson. One that likely wouldn't have Infinity Energy... so our world would be saved, but at the cost of guaranteeing the destruction of another reality that would have no way to defend itself.
[he leans back slightly.]
It's not my place to judge if you did the right thing or not, because I'm not involved with your world or the people in it. Perhaps right now, there's no way around it. Maybe right now you're the meteor. Maybe you not bein' able to go back just means you gotta get creative, because people from it can still be Ported in, assumin' the Porter ain't broke anyway.
Maybe the meteor is you killin' yourself with guilt over a hard choice and accepting the hand Fate literally dealt ya. What's Dio got to say about all this, eh?
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[At first, it might look like he's sobbing but it isn't long before he starts laughing.]
Man...Arch, I don't know how...but my problems always seem so...so stupid compared to the crazy crap you trainers deal with on your world!
Meteors? Infinity Energy?!
Man...
[He laughs himself out and kind of leans Archie's way until he's leaning against the smaller man's shoulder.]
He's been quiet about it but...funny thing is, that's what's got me confused. You'd think he'd protest more about being stuck here but...he's been oddly content about it, it seems.
I can't explain it. I can just...sorta feel it.
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[figures rayquaza was real, too. anyway.]
Then... maybe sometime soon is the time to talk to him yourself? Maybe before this would've been jumping the shark, but... I don't know. I think it's worth it.
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[He sighs.]
...I think I will. But I'd like to have people around for it to make sure things don't go bad.
Think you'd be interested in chatting with him a bit if he comes out to play?
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[he shrugs, smirking.]
Doin' it alone ain't something you gotta do, but sure. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of his face last time we met and I propositioned him.
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I'm happily engaged.
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[ANYWAY...........]
Speakin' of being engaged, maybe you should go hang with Allura, aye? We can work out all this confusin' moral choice business once we've all had some proper rest.
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...To be perfectly honest? I think, right now? All I want is to sleep.
For a good long time...
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[he flexes his hands for a moment, then stands up and recalls crobat, mightyena and sharpedo. muk gets to stay out for a little longer to soak up the attention.]
Nice catchin' up, Darin. I'm gonna head off. We can talk again later, yeah?