Jun. 6th, 2015

Victory...

Jun. 6th, 2015 12:15 am
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The reports come in from all sides.

"The gates are secure!"

"We've got the prisoners here, safe and sound. We're bringing them back to join the rebels now."

"The munitions factory is clear of Gigas troops!"

There is, of course, one distinct exception.

As news of the various successes across the city trickle in, the Gigan representative's expression becomes one of unrestrained rage.

"You don't know what you're doing, you complete fools. You listen to me - stamp out these wretched mages or you'll live to regret it."

But there is only so much she can say with her support in shambles. Turning on her heel with an icy scowl, Valeria storms out of the room. The remainder of the Gigan troops are escorted out of the city within the next 48 hours.

Before the celebrations can become too much extravagant, however, the command center quietly relays news of what had occurred in the tunnels to all the outside forces that had come on Sanctuary's behalf. While the natives of the city are certainly overjoyed, an air of unease descends over their saviors...

The next day, General Ironborn convenes a public mission debriefing. At his side stand the members of Team Evolution, Rory Donnachaidh and Ryuuko Nishimura. All three look equally somber.

"People of Union, Caldera, Citadel, Refuge, and Sanctuary... We're happy to say that we've successfully driven Gigas out of the city. After forty years of occupation, Sanctuary is finally free." ...A pause as scattered cheering breaks out across the square. "But as you all know by now, a troubling new situation has come to light. One which has caught us unaware. After discussion, we have determined that we cannot make a decision until we have spoken with the Council of Magi and the ruling parties of every city involved in this effort. We will continue to station our men here until such time as we can reach a decision.

"That said, we declare our primary mission over. You are all free to return home. We couldn't have done it without you."

They step back now, though they remain on the scene in case there are any questions. It seems to be a vaguely unsatisfactory end to a great ordeal...
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[Within Union tonight, a certain musician is seated, playing her instruments, including a new one she'd found laying around in the old city. Nothing fancy, but it added to the feel of her music. Her music isn't loud enough to rouse anyone from their slumber. Quite the opposite, really. As always her music is soothing and relaxing.

As she picks up the tempo, Xiu begins to glow, her entire body and instruments shimmering with an eerie, yet beautiful light.

...and then she disappears.

A few seconds pass, leaving an odd silence, until the musician slowly fades back into view, her instruments resuming playing as if nothing happened. However, anyone watching can see a strange, almost indescribably aura as Xiu basks in the moonlight, and those who happen to be passing by might feel an urge to come closer and listen.

Her song also plays through the network via her warp band.]
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[Video]

[A new face appears over the Warp Bands. Mami, being a ridiculous Valkyrie who treats the law of gravity more like a loose guideline for other people, is just casually standing atop one of the towers while she sends a broadcast out. There is some wind as a result.]

Good morning, Union. Your city is quite impressive. As are these Warp Bands. I'd heard of them, but... never seen the like before.

[She is honestly relieved that they have tall towers here.]

I'm one of the people who assisted in that unfortunate business in Sanctuary. Mami Tomoe, a Valkyrie of Citadel, at your service. I hope everyone is well after everything that happened.

[The bright smile she flashes is perfectly polite and practiced, but a little sad. Yeah, that... entailed some discoveries that she isn't pleased with.]

[Action, Later in the Entertainment District]

[Mami doesn't spend the entirety of her first day in Union flying from rooftop to rooftop. It wouldn't be a very efficient way to see and experience the city, would it? No, instead, she is walking along the streets. She's presently in the entertainment district -- and gawking (or something more muted, but still utterly surprised), because Citadel has nothing like this. It's outside of the Pocket Stadium that she stops, staring at a flyer pressed into her hand.]

[She wrinkles her nose, trying to make sense of it.]

Bullet... Ball? [She's asking everyone and no one at the same time.] Is this like Sky Hockey? A Unioner sport, perhaps?

[Is Unioner the right word? She doesn't know.]
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[It isn't that unusual to find Ishimaru out for a walk on the weekends, but this time he isn't the one leading the pack. Truthfully, he hasn't been acting quite the same ever since he came back from Sanctuary. Worry lines were creased deep into his forehead, dark bags became more prevalent under his eyes, and even in class he seemed distant, far away. If he'd been sleeping at all, it hadn't been well. Some part of the prefect just seemed fundamentally broken, and it's clear he's been trying to pick himself up, but to no success.

His Blaziken and his Watchog have taken that initiative for him this time, trying to cheer their trainer up. Even his usually curious and impulsive Blaziken was hanging back just a little, holding Ishimaru's hand gently in his talon and guiding him along. Watchog is perhaps a little less on-task, occasionally running off as she spots a candy wrapper in a trash bin, but her trainer seems too drained to properly discipline her.

In the end, it had been Yukiko's evolution that saved them - not the efforts and passions of an ordinary man, but the epitome of natural, in-born talent, the kind he could never hope to gain. And as grateful as he is for her sacrifice, to be alive, as grateful as he is that everyone else is alive, there's a voice in the back of his mind telling him he failed. Failed his city, failed his family, but most of all, failed everything he believes in. That's not even taking into account the atrocities committed by Sanctuary, those horrors he can barely stand to stomach, wildly different than any of his first impressions of the place.

War leaves a lot to weigh on your mind.]


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[The residents of Union may find a new face walking the streets upon everyone's returned from the battlefield that was Sanctuary. A slim young man, short of stature, with a notebook in hand traversed the city corridors with wide, curious, and somewhat apprehensive eyes-- it was as if he had never seen anything quite like this before.

A few people may even suspect that the notion is completely true.

Peeking out the top of the heavy looking bag slung across his shoulders is a tiny Foongus, unawares that the markings on his red and white cap are providing excellent camoflage for the few pokeballs that are hidden within. Occassionally it may chitter and squeak in excitement, but it largely stays quiet.

After all, the young academic is on a mission.

Waver flits in and out of various shops, eyes sharp as he seemed to look for something very particular. Several somethings, to be exact-- or someones. Though he had only spoken to a few people in Sanctuary, he wanted to give the few he had interacted with a proper thank you somehow. He wasn't certain how to go about doing that, but the lack of certainty had never stopped him before.

Besides keeping in line with proper politeness, there were further things that he needed. The bag he carried was the only thing he brought with him on his travels, and he's well aware that he needs more than what was currently packed. Clothes, for the heat of summer that was slowly blanketing the streets. Books, food, and tea were also on the list.

And a place to sleep. And a job.

He may not look like much, but he was more than able and willing to prove to everyone that it was horrifically unwise to judge the contents of a book by the condition of its cover.]

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