tushanshu_logs | EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA

Entry tags:

EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA | KEELIAI

Characters: ALL!
Date: February 12th - 28th
Location: Keeliai
Situation: The discovery of an artifact from the first war against Malicant reveals the land of Kithika within a dimension of the Death Plane... and just happens to be contained inside a bottle.
Warnings/Rating: Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

OOC INFORMATION ♦ CITY OF KEELIAI ♦ INSIDE THE BOTTLE ♦ THE WORLD EATER
Commencing the morning of the tenth, a mysterious thick, black fog covers all of Keeliai with no discernible cause, making it difficult to see. Although it doesn't seem to enter houses or suites, it's literally everywhere else and can't be swept or cleared away by superpowers. Attempts to scan it with technology lead to unexpected and inconsistent results, with the findings varying from speculation that it is smoke from a coal fire to the occasional reading stating that it is black cotton candy floating in the air.

Following the official announcement explaining origins of the mysterious black fog inundating Keeliai, the call is put out for the Foreigners to attend the Palace and prepare to be transported to Kithika. Once inside, it is explained, they will be responsible for finding the source of the corruption and expunging it. Once they have entered the bottle it will be impossible for them to leave until their task is completed, making this an all or nothing undertaking. This is upon direct imperative of the Alderwood Emperor and he expects any and all combat-capable Foreigners to heed his order, and they are to report to the Palace of the Landed Sky without delay.

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Those who try to clean the blight caused by the black fog may discover that plain water does seem to dispel the mold and halt its growth, but only for a short time. Water which has been magically or otherwise summoned will have the effect of driving back the corruption but could not get rid of the mold itself, which can only be removed specifically by the pool water due to the purity and infusion of magic within it. It's suggested that a purer form of it is needed, and characters who have been canon updated may remember the water in the room there.

Visiting the Palace with this information will result in Evandau allowing SUPERVISED ACCESS ONLY to this pool, where characters can fill silver flasks with the water and journey forth to battle the goo-creatures! This water can be used to cleanse the mold, goo, and creatures that have manifested in Keeliai itself. This water is potent, but its potency is limited. It must be transported in only the silver flasks and be used within four hours of being drawn from the pool otherwise it will lose its effect and the characters will have to try again. Each successful use will clear away all but the fog. Any area or person that has been doused with this water has a 24 hour invulnerability period against the corruption.

The knowledge about the purified water has been spreading and River has followed some of the petitioners who came to Evandau and was granted access to draw from the pool. She's sitting on the edge, a silver urn in one hand as though ready to draw the water into it, but seems transfixed by the liquid. There's nothing happening in it of course, not like for those who ask to see their futures, but River's own mind supplies just as many visions as the Palace magics.

She's been sitting largely unmoving for several minutes now, enough to begin garnering interest. A kind fellow Foreigner might want to gently prompt her before the guards start getting wary.

'What's the holdup!' he yells, from behind the queue, and decides what the heck. They're in an emergency situation and he'd prefer to forego common courtesies like waiting in line or waiting for someone else to take their turn. Damn civilians.

He pushes his way to the front with his own container, and finds everyone staring at River. She has a container, but he nearly mistakes her for a statue given how still she is. He mentally equates that with terror, having seen one too many petrified with it over his life.

'Hey,' he hisses, with urgency. 'Dip it in the water, huh?'

The yell doesn't startle her but the much closer undertone causes her to tense up, fingers pressing so tightly onto the silver urn that if it had been a softer metal, she probably would be leaving indents. The stares of the others in the room burn into the back of her neck.

"Peel it back like the skin of a fruit, cut it into pieces, serve it hungry..."

He tilts his head. What? She wasn't making any sense but he was sure she'd heard him, it was impossible not to at this range.

He glances at the others in the queue, and sighs. 'Hey,' he repeats, more evenly. 'Dip it in the water. We've kind of got to get it to people ASAP.'

River's shoulder's hunch slightly, finally dragging her gaze away from the pool to look up at Kyle; her eyes are wide and afraid, pupils dilated and dark.

"There's something in there," she says, clutching the silver jug to her chest. "So loud. If I break the surface it'll get out."

His expression softens, and he puts down his own container, sits as close as she'll allow. Of every reaction he inspired or witnessed, he hated the fear most. It clogged everything, muddied the heart, drove people to do horrible things.

'What's in there, sweetheart?' he asks, softly. 'What's it saying?'

"Keeps changing," she says as the people behind them seem to reach the consensus that this isn't something it'll be wise to wait for, streaming towards the other side of the pool to resume their removal of the pool water. Each time they do, River flinches like a blow being laid across her narrow shoulders.

Kyle waves them off to encourage them to stay away from this particular spot at the moment, it's clear River's problems are more than just an unwillingness or inability to get a jar of water. The uniform helps, he supposes, or people just don't care enough to fight with him over it.

'Changing from what?'

"So many mirrors..." Her lower lip trembled but without the stares of the others on he (or at least, fewer of them being cast in her direction) she was calming slightly. Her hand reached out to hover just above the surface of the water, like she intended to skim her fingers across the surface but then pulled both hands back to her lap.

"They're all broken, they can't show the whole picture. It's just little pieces and when you try to pick them up, they can cut you and you'll bleed."

He raises an eyebrow, and very slowly, reaches out his own hand to skim the surface of water, intending to see what she'll do if he tries. Kyle's never been one for metaphors, he prefers hands-on, and that's how he wants to understand what she's trying to say. It feels important.

Her shoulders draw into a tight line as his fingers break the surface and yet... nothing happens, other than the ripples spread across the water. River looks in equal measures baffled, then irritated, then affronted at the lack of reaction from whatever it was she'd sensed.

"Liar," she snaps at the pool, petulant before pushing the silver urn under the water and drawing it up full. She gets to her feet in a smooth, graceful rise and clutches the urn to her chest, turning for the door.

"Liars and thieves," she mumbles over and over, looking quite upset about it.

Kyle watches each as it flicks across her face, part of him wondering which looks more natural on her face (the answer is none). Huh.

He lets his fingers skim the water again, this time hovering above the ripples cause by her urn. Had it simply not happened or not hurt?

'Wait up!' he calls, as she walks off in such a huff - no, walks isn't it. She moves in a way that makes him think of Anne, like they've both been at the sea. Damnit he couldn't think about painting at a time like this. Grabbing his urn, he fills it and follows her. 'It didn't break? Isn't that a good thing?'

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problematical - 2014-03-06 03:28 (UTC) - Expand

Water. Water is the key to fixing this.

She's stayed indoors for the most part, but even then there's been too much going on to sit idle and hide. Sarah is scared. That goes without saying, but if Ellie can step up and fight, then Sarah can do her part.

Normal water has been her weapon until now, and it's only by chance that she's heard of the water at the Palace being even more effective. Thus she stands before the pool, silver flask in hand and eyes on the room around her. Sarah will do what she must, but she knows this is dangerous, and someone to go with her would definitely help.

Edited 2014-02-19 04:20 (UTC)

While Steph might be more inclined towards fighting the goo creatures once they've appeared - if only for catharsis - she knows the best option is to destroy the mold before it gets to that point, which means water from the palace.

She's still in her Batgirl gear when she heads in, nodding to the kedan supervising the whole thing as she collects a silver flask to fill with water, but the young girl by the edge of the pool gives her pause. It's not like she isn't used to kids knowing how to fight, but she can tell fear when she sees it, and she can hazard a guess that this girl isn't like Damian, isn't someone used to fighting.

So she moves to the pool, crouching down beside Sarah as she fills up the flask, looking up with a wry smile, "You know, we'd probably get this done a lot quicker if we worked together."

Just in case the girl is the type to balk at help from adults.

She doesn't know the person beside her, but those words and smile are comfort enough. Sarah nods her head in agreement. "Yeah... I'll definitely agree with you on that."

There should be others around, but for the moment it's just the two of them. Following suit, she takes a deep breath and fills her own flask. "Have you been okay so far?" Sarah asks. In her own experiences, things have just been crazy.

Then again, her new partner in crime is wearing what Sarah mentally dubs a hero costume. She's met a few by now, but still the twelve year old in her has to ask. "...Wait whoa, are you a hero too?"

That gets a bright smile from Steph, like she's genuinely pleased that Sarah is agreeing to team up with her, which she is, to be fair, but it's also meant to help put Sarah at ease.

"I've been managing, how about you?" Once the flask is full, she tucks it into one of the pouches on her utility belt, since she had the foresight to empty one out for the purpose, "And yeah, I am. Batgirl at your service."

With the flask away, she's free to offer her hand to shake. Even superheroes have manners, sometimes.

The more Steph smiles, the more Sarah feels that little bit better about everything going on. "Whoa... yeah, I've been okay. My dad's around here somewhere so, it hasn't been too bad."

It's still so strange, but she's been managing. But now it's time to take a stand and do her part. Sarah takes the offered hand and gives it a friendly shake. "I'm Sarah. It's so cool to meet you."

"Having dad around must make things easier," Which isn't a universal experience, but if Sarah is mentioning her dad, then he must be an alright sort of dude, so that's - good.

Steph keeps her grip gentle, and once she's released Sarah's hand she gestures to the exit, "It's cool to meet you too, Sarah. Shall we?"

The kid nods her head. It's good to have company, better still when said company is a friendly superhero.

"Alright. Let's do this," she said, fighting back the fear with determination. If Ellie could do this kind of thing, then so could she. Kinda. "It's not so bad when it's just the mold. It's when it starts... movin' that things get weird."

So long as they keep it from getting that far too much, things will work out just fine.

Steph holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers to indicate that Sarah can hold it if she wants; maybe Sarah is a little old for the gesture, but it might help.

"If the mold starts moving, I want you to run, 'kay? I'll handle it, you just get yourself somewhere safe inside until I come get you," Steph can deal with any mold creatures that come, but she doesn't want a little girl to get hurt.

The offer is damn tempting to take up. Sarah might be a little old to hold Steph's hand, but she's spooked enough at all that has happened to genuinely consider it. With a small smile, she shakes her head in decline. "I'm okay," she says. There's no missing that she appreciates the gesture though.

At the instruction to run, Sarah nods her head. "What about you? Are you gonna be okay if that happens?"

Steph pouts for a moment, almost like she's disappointed, but it's replaced by a cheeky sort of smile after a second, to show that she's just playing, even as she starts towards the exit. It's not an act, really, but she is making a point to seem more at ease in order to make Sarah less nervous.

"I'm a superhero, I can handle a couple of mold monsters," It's a little more cocky than she might be otherwise, but - it's for Sarah's sake.

The reaction to her decline gets a laugh. She likes Steph already, even though they've only known each other for a few minutes. Besides, it's not every day you get to hang out with a real life superhero. There's an instant sense of security that comes with having one in your company.

"I've got your back either way, got it?" In her own way. Sarah will run and hide, but if push comes to shove she might just dive out there to help.

"Yes ma'am," It's said with obviously over the top seriousness, but her smile is warm, and it's clear that she apprecates the sentiment. Which is why she rests her hand on her collapsed bo staff and asks, "You ever swung a baseball bat before?"

Halting the Scourge

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