text 💎 un: Tohsaka Rin

[defenceless]

[shortly after the storm clears on may 11th and the network connection between both sides of the group is reestablished, the following post appears:]

We're fine, as far as I know. I don't think anyone's dead, at least.

The storm that separated us was brought about by a Dakal named Pomarr. Some of you may remember her as our feline friend who sold her soul to Ryba—or whatever it is she did—to continue to live on after death.

She swept us to an island that looked like it was raised from the seafloor. It wasn't a vacation, but there were definitely remnants of what those big cats must have called home.

Her plan is to revive her entire race, in the same way Ryba "revived" her. As if life-or-death deals with shady goddesses aren't concerning enough, she wants to grant Ryba the power to carry out this mass revival by having her suck Nalanni dry. Pomarr understandably doesn't care much for Nalanni after she drowned everyone she loved; in fact, she showed us this in morbid detail. She's taken Nalanni. Hence, all the Nalawi losing their Gifts and all of this inconvenience we have to deal with.

Pomarr knows where Nalanni is, but she's asking us not to interfere, and she wouldn't give us the opportunity to speak with Nalanni when I requested it. For some reason, she didn't expect that we would be suffering like the Nalawi are. She's promised to try to fix that.

What do we do now, ALASTAIR? I can share anything else you want to know about our meeting with Pomarr, or Yukimura Sanada-san or Mr. Keats can, but this is most of it. We have a situation where the balance of this whole world might be upended if we sit and twiddle our thumbs.

I don't think I need to remind anyone of the potential consequences of messing with either goddess. Or a litter of zombie cats roaming free.

(( ooc: infodump for rin, yukimura, and keats' conversation with a dakal npc, for one of the plot slots! feel free to handwave your character (in either the marooned group or the left behind group) learned this info by reading the post or talking with rin/yukimura/keats/another recruit. yukimura and keats may also be replying to tags! ))

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[heelies]

I know not how one whose life has already slipped past the guard of his teeth can be speaking to me as if of flesh and bone - but if what you say is true then I wonder at how you must have delighted in your passing, to be so eager to color the nourishing earth with your blood once more. Furthermore, what you have seen, what the gods have revealed at present - to say that from this you know their will is to claim that you know the sea by but one wave.

I shall tell you what I think. The one who most concerns me is this Pomarr, who lives beyond the measure of her last breath. Should she not be punished for her mad trespasses and devious mind?

[respired]

[ He scowls. ]

There was no delight in my passing. I was killed, and forcibly raised. My existence is an aberration, but one I must contend with daily, nevertheless.

[ At the mention of Pomarr, his agitation deepens; his long ears flick back, like an angry cat. ]

From what we know, Pomarr, too, is an aberration.

[ I.e., undead, same as he is. ]

Her plan to 'revive' her people cannot be permitted, either.

[heelies]

Then I am sorry that you've not been allowed your rest - that your ashes cannot be interred, nor your shade allowed passage across Acheron.

[He knows not what more to say in the face of such a bewildering truth, but his words are braced with sincerity: no man wishes for death, but to live a cursed existence thus is no fairer a fate.]

Surely, however, murderous Pomarr is the more sensible target for the black fury which drenches your heart. Leave off this mad thirst for the blood of gods, therefore, and raise your weapon instead against this abomination who roams the earth unchecked.

[respired]

[ His ears twitch at the word 'Acheron', because it sounds quite a bit like Acherus -- the death knight base in Azeroth. ]

I intend to see all problems of this world dealt with. As is our mandate. As is our duty.

[heelies]

I have no duty to the devious-minded sons of Alastair. As for my duty to the cloven-footed Nalawi, to which I am bound by their generosity in tolerating us as guests in their land long past the expectations of hospitality - that duty stretches only so far. I can agree to hunting Pomarr and letting my spear drink of her blood, but do not think that I will so readily discard my life in a hopeless battle against the goddesses.

[respired]

I am not asking you to.

[heelies]

Then will you alone raise your weapons against wave-ruling Ryba and Nalanni who delights in volcanoes both? You and gold-clad Gilgamesh - for who else could be so ripe with pride?

[respired]

I will do what I feel is right, and I will do it alone, if I must. Gilgamesh offered his aid, and I will not deny it. But even if he were to rescind the offer, I would press on.

[ As death knights do. ]

[heelies]

It seems your heart will not be turned. So it was not your father and mother who to you gave rise, but the steep sea cliffs, such is your stubbornness. Since you will listen to none's council, I bid you go face the bloody jaws of war by which you are so eager to be devoured.