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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[respired]

[ he appreciates the nuanced consideration ]

If you are willing to lend it.

[ He remembers his fight with Lancer--formidable, like Gil. ]

[riastraid]

Yep. Still a good chance this'll fail and we'll get ourselves eaten. But I'm sure you know that already, yeah?

[ as one may have guessed, he's way weaker and more likely to get pancaked by a giant tentacle now. ]

[respired]

I do. But I understand if others are not willing to take the risk.

[ THAT INCLUDES YOU, BUD. ]

We are not as we once were.

[riastraid]

[ #yolo ]

Wow, you know what, you're right——you've scared my wits back into me. I'll just sit back here and get fat off coconuts.

[ his tone is light: a joke, friend. he knows the stakes. ]

[respired]

[ Ah ... a funny man. Koltira offers a wan smile in return. ]

I simply do not wish to coerce anyone.

[riastraid]

I wouldn't be offering my help if you were. [ Though Lancer doesn't need his concern, it's important. They'd be having very different words if Koltira were bullying anyone to rally under his banner. ] Besides—I don't get to pick my battles much, so let me have this.

[respired]

[ I don't get to pick my battles much.

Well, that resonates.

He murmurs. ]

... As you will.

[riastraid]

[ Isn't a life of servitude grand? If Lancer's embittered, it doesn't show. ]

Hey now, no need to sound dour—you're doing me a favor.

video;

[defenceless]

[heavy disapproval.jpg

yep, lancer just got a message of rin staring straight into her jewel. silently. for a few long seconds. and she's not happy.

normally, it would be pretty outright freaky... if someone didn't know rin so well, that is.]

[riastraid]

[ ah, he's been found out. if not for years of practice under the scathach school of evil stares, he might be wilting right now. even then, he tries for a placating gesture, risking a tiny smile in the face of danger. ]

Hey, relax—you're gonna take someone out with all those daggers you're glaring...

[ he's not taking it back though, sorry. ]

[defenceless]

[what is this power where she can intimidate them with just a stare...]

Well, you're resilient. I'm not worried.

[it's funny because he's actually not and he always dies]

[riastraid]

[ low blow???????

anyway, that's funny to hear from a girl who practically watched him bleed to death. funny like an ambulance crash. ]

So who are you worried about?

[ probably someone (or many someones), knowing her. ]

[defenceless]

[she arrived in oska before that happened for her, lancer. she has no idea he bled out right in front of her in his final moments.

as for his question, that earns a quick (and predictable) answer—but what was he expecting?]

... Everyone, you idiot. I'm worried about all of you.