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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[defenceless]

... They break.

[selfimage]

Aye, they break.

SHE'S NOT ACTUALLY CRYING but

[defenceless]

[perhaps entirely unprompted:]

—I'm sorry.

[he doesn't have to reply to her, and even if he doesn't, the sentiment will stay. loki's a god. decisions to murder goddesses are being thrown around, and he's having to accept that.

it isn't especially fair, not even when she considers that existences like gods and goddesses are typically far above mere mortals—or a group of magi could easily send another world to its own destruction, and someday she might be forced to commit to killing her kind.]

RIN

[selfimage]

Ah—

[ stop that. stop that at once.

he leaves it at that. no one's apologized to him for something of that severity before, or even asked him how he felt about it. everyone's fighting over what to do, and he finds himself on the fringes, wallowing in his own divinity. ]

;u;

[defenceless]

[she's stuck at a relative loss for words. it's not exactly her place or her responsibility to comfort him. so, why does she keep talking?

maybe it's to fill the silence.]

I'm beginning to think nothing is sacred, here. And that's just the way it has to be, but what a joke, huh?

I'll fight to my dying breath no matter what happens.

[selfimage]

[ Loki lets out the thin breath that he was holding, and there's a little heh in reply. it's a laugh that comes as a result of tension, coiled somewhere in mirthless anxiety. ]

I could buy joke, a poor one at that.

[ he had told her once that change happens; good or bad, it has to happen. ]

Don't go out and get yourself killed over a bad punchline.

[defenceless]

[very well. that's good enough, she supposes, and a faint, wry smile stretches over her lips.]

You, either. Just because it's god-hunting season.