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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-04 10:22 am

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.






the great escape.
The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.




THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.
The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!



INTO THE RIFT.
Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.




THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.
Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
shootstyles: (kacchan's titties)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-01-14 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes! I am! I'm from Musutafu! Just a little bit outside of the Tokyo area.

[His expression brightens at the idea that maybe someone from his world might be here other. Especially because she's... well.]

So your body... [The whole equine thing.] The is that your Quirk? Or something relating to it?
shootstyles: (fucking yikes)

[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-01-14 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Wait.]

S-sorry! I didn't mean to mention your body-! I mean I meant to ask you about your Quirk but... not exactly about your body...!
spaceforged: (Just trying to lighten the mood)

*Morrigan doesn't need. thanks phone

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-01-14 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Her eyes burn with anger and he waits it out. She'll speak her mind when she's ready to talk. The world shifts about them again and he really looks at the people walking away from the fire. One by one they walk away and he commits their faces to memory.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he glances at her.]
You are what you are. That's not a factor in wanting to help you.

[The smile falls from his face. He stares into the fire.] I know you can do what needs to be done. You've more than proven that. [He looks at her, the fire reflected in his eyes.]

I'm just not the kind of friend that stands by when you're suffering. No matter how well you can endure it or survive it.
spaceforged: (pic#12847368)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-01-14 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The draconic snarl echoes in the timeless expanse. The stars grow brighter and ahead of them, the sun begins to rise. Golden light flows upwards in a torrent. He doesn't have to peer too closely to see himself and Keith outlined in violet as the strength of the bond between them called to the Lion.

He smiles and looks at Morrigan, his eyes bright.]
I know I never have to worry about you.

[He accepts her hand and clasps it briefly then lets go.] Feel free to ask any other questions you want to ask. I haven't found our exit yet but I'm close.
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a scary nightmare

[personal profile] extirpator 2019-01-14 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ this feels like home — like some town that exists within the space that seperates his village from the junkyard. the wind that caresses his cheeks, paired with the muted, green grass and hills that strike him as terribly familiar puts him at ease. hell, it piques his curiousity, the sight of these...automatons, these contraptions that he's never encountered before. ]

H-hi! I didn't think automatons could talk like this...what do you think these guys are, Weiss?

[ the book that hovers atop his shoulder grumbles out an extensive theory. and then a woman comes into view from afar, and the young boy's face brightens as he runs on over in his direction. he doesn't quite register what she looks like, but she looks human enough. ]

Hey, Miss! Do you know what's going on here?
valuedstrength: (You can beat it)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2019-01-14 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve works his jaw. There's really no point in denying the obvious. He still hates that having the love of his life talked about like that.] I owe Director Margaret Carter a dance.
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[personal profile] heartslight 2019-01-14 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ Heading to the bay, then ... She may not know the details of what's going on, or the true extent to which Prompto's being hurt by being here, but ... she'll do what she can to support him and help in his decision. Wherever his heart leads him. ]

Yeah. Ready if you are.
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[personal profile] heartslight 2019-01-14 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's great. [ That he's feeling better, at least. One less thing to worry about!

And then she smiles. ]


It's okay. I'm Kairi. [ And she reaches a hand out to him, both as a friendly gesture and to help him in case it becomes difficult to walk when they move faster. ] C'mon, let's get moving so we can help out.
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[personal profile] taketori 2019-01-14 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The truth was, it was difficult for him to think of a good way out of this. He still knew next to nothing about magic, and if Astoria didn't know what to do, then it was already looking bleak.

Miyuki hesitated, staring out to the forest, taking a deep breath. If it was a dream based off of a memory, then maybe... ]


If that's the case, then we should continue on. Even if failure's at the end of the road, that's no reason to walk away from it.

[ Even if he's not sure what that means for him. If it would mean continuing to relive this guy's memories and all of the pain that goes into that. As much as he's attempting to sound confident and like he knows what's going on... inside, he's scared shitless. ]
nogoldenmirror: (dissent ☽ who I am)

Phone: You're welcome. ( ~_^ )

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-14 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Morrigan gives him the textbook look of a teenager who thinks someone older than them is a hopeless case of stupid. Not a factor? Had he not listened to a word she has said? It has every factor in wanting to help her.

Her mother is an ancient whisper of some ancient being of unknown origin, has plans and a purpose for her, among so many other things. If it is possible to traverse between realities - and, good gods has Astoria and this situation proven that it is with powerful magic - she will come for her. Flemeth will have her due one way or the other.

He may as well ask her if she's willing to add just one more bit of crazy in adding one more sight at their backs. Yet it's so sincere and with so few strings attached that she could see beyond said caveats that it's almost sad, really.

Friend.

...She can't help it. She barks out a laugh. She tries not to think of how similar it is to her mother's.]


'Tis just another day that ends with the letter "Y", as some would put it. [Alistair. She means Alistair.] Said person also somehow had it in their heads that ritual dismemberment is on Tuesdays. ...I will never begin to understand his sense of humor.

[Congratulations, she has no idea how to handle someone wanting to help her out of the goodness of their heart. So much so that she's resorted to sniping at her begrudging comrades back home. Gods, this is embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as-

...The dream shifts back to the tower; some sort of sleep quarters in disarray. There is whimpering inside a wardrobe and they go to open it. A man pokes out, asks if it's safe, and then decides his best course of actions is, rather than go downstairs with Owain and to the other mages and thus safety, to go back to cowering inside the blasted wardrobe.

Morrigan blinks and stares. Yes, thank you, dreamscape, for that lovely recollection. Leliana is trying so very hard not to double over with laughter. "I suppose it wasn't his time yet."]
...Or hers.
punshots: (✘ earlybird.)

[personal profile] punshots 2019-01-14 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ And just like that, it ends. The memory they stepped into recedes, never even real to begin with, and yet, there are still tears on his cheeks. His heart still races. He had already been through those events once — why was it so damn hard to witness them again? After all this time, is he really no stronger?

But the thought doesn't have time to take hold, because Alisaie reaches for him, pulling him in for a kiss, and she steals everything else away from him. His thoughts, his breath, his soul. On instinct, her arms move around her waist, locking her tight against him as they float in the rift, a whimper lost between their mouths as he unravels.

He can't see her, but he doesn't need to. Not when she kisses him like this, like it's the only thing in the world either of them should be doing in this moment. ]


I-I...

[ His voice trembles against her own breath, but there's nothing to be said, nothing he can't communicate better through this kiss. He tilts his head so their lips slot together perfectly, a breathless sob catching in his throat as his fingers slip into her hair.

She is his only anchor right now, the only thing holding him fast from the edge of despair. ]
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[personal profile] romancekiller 2019-01-14 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ clarke wasn't really too equipped to fight either but she was doing what she could to help make sure that other people were taken to safety away from all the chaos that was going on. it's not long before she notices sheryl approach her and she has to pause for a moment to glance at the group again before shaking her head I definitely haven't seen any children. Where did you last see them? We can try heading out again to see if we can find them.

grawlixes: (pic#10031058)

[personal profile] grawlixes 2019-01-14 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are a handful of questions that Kainé has, but she knows now isn't the time to be asking them. It is hard to tell if she should even ask about it afterwards, but now that isn't the focus because instead, they have to deal with this guy first. ]

I'll follow your lead. You know this place better than I do.

[ She is certain that she will get them lost instead. ]
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[personal profile] grawlixes 2019-01-14 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Grinning still, Kainé swims forward. ]

How many more these bastards do you think we have to deal with?
grawlixes: (pic#10058753)

[personal profile] grawlixes 2019-01-14 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is a strange turn of events.

fighting hook is one thing, it's easy and they have done this, but now they're in the shadowlord's domain. this is not as easy as fighting against a shade like hook. ]


I don't know, but -- shit. [ kainé grips onto her left arm. ]

This isn't good.

[ not with a familiar feeling that actually scares her, dark mist oozing out of her bandages. ]
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[personal profile] rightfully 2019-01-14 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not happy to see you is hardly auspicious - but Lucina presses on regardless. Quite literally, in fact, as Ghost actively pushes her toward her destination. The ladder is a helpful landmark; she rushes toward it, focusing on being faster than everything going off around her. It's difficult - she's not used to dodging bullets, after all - but not impossible. Her cloak takes the brunt of the damage. She ends up ditching it halfway up the ladder, because it's clearly too enticing a target for all these bizarre, rapid projectiles.

Up on the roof, she looks for whoever had been talking to her over the watch. It's someone from the Temple, right? It has to be.

She also keeps her search silent, wordless. It won't help to make a scene and risk giving away her comrade's (?) position. Maybe she should look for the shot off arm and then follow the trail from there. ]
rightfully: (pic#7535279)

[personal profile] rightfully 2019-01-14 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ They're led into one of the closed off houses. Not being a business, Lucina estimates, it's easier to get into despite the boarded up doors and windows. She's correct on that front - the wood has largely rotted and she's able to pry it off a window with relative ease. Sheryl is ushered through first, as the hum of wings gets closer and closer. Lucina steps through second and tugs them both to the floor, where they're in a helpful blindspot. It's clear from the speed and ease at which she does all of this that Lucina is used to these things. Running. Hiding.

Even if these vrajna aren't a threat, they're an unknown. She doesn't want to leave that to chance. ]


Now. [ About what Sheryl said -- ] "If they want to be dangerous, there wouldn't be much we can do to stop them." Please, explain.
fuck1ngusernam3: (general 2)

[personal profile] fuck1ngusernam3 2019-01-14 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so? Well, you ice dealers all look the same to me so I guess it's good one of us remembers this shit.

[Then he does look over at the raid for a minute, wondering vaguely why he isn't over there in it, with his team. Babysitting this one guy must of been important, or he wouldn't be doing it. He'll ask them once this is done, get everything filled in later.]

But you really expect me to believe taking potshots at the cops every chance you get's beneath you? Come on.

[This is the part where the perp gets really desperate and pulls a gun on him, right? Usually. That's one reason why standing in front of him during the raid while he's not even in cuffs yet is so weird. Well, fuck, nevermind. Hank's here, anyway, so he studies the guy, watching for it.]
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[personal profile] sendinthecavalry 2019-01-14 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The nudge takes him by surprise, but there’s a flicker of a grin when he looks back over at Hank. No small part of it is relief, to at least see the guy up and moving- talking even, especially after whatever had passed before. Is it a step in the right direction? He’s not sure, but he’s firmly of the belief that it can’t get worse. Hopefully. Maybe. Fuck it, he’ll take this as a good thing and try not to question it.]

“The great defenders of the last bastion of humanity. The wall against which the Darkness breaks.”

[He’s absolutely making air quotes,, and it’s hard to keep the laughter out of the statement. Miraculously, he manages to until the very end, but there’s another soft flickering of a grin as he lets himself list to the side so he can nudge Hank.]

Okay, I can’t even continue that. Way too formal.

[There’s something a little wistful in his tone though, and when he realizes it he immediately coughs to cover it. Then notices, out of the corner of his eye, a ghostly ball sailing over the safety railing at the edge of the plaza and the Titan who’s now racing towards it with no apparently no intention of stopping.]

Ittttttt-

[He throws an arm around Hank’s shoulders under the premise of leading him down the stairs to the main courtyard, making damn sure they’re facing away before the inevitable ‘guardian down’ filters through the air.]

Used to be, yeah. Remember those space rhinos I talked about?

[A cursory glance verifies that no, there’s no magic door down near the vaults- that would be too easy.]

They’re not too big on playing nice and they have big guns. Like, really big guns. But!

[He claps Hank’s shoulder, finally withdrawing his arm when they’re down the stairs.]

That doesn’t help find the door outta here. Which we definitely will, don’t get me wrong. I gotta say though…

[It’s been a hell of a time.]

I mean, all of this is only as real as we make it, right? ‘cause if that’s the case, I know a place where you can get a double that doesn’t taste like licking a tuna.
lumberlady: (瞬き)

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-01-14 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
["Musutafu"... okay, no, that doesn't ring any bells, but she maybe shouldn't have expected it to. It's not like she'd ever been farther than two or three days journey from her village... or. Gone to school or seen a map longer than a few seconds. But-]

Tokyo is Edo, right? Someone told me!

[The capital... Wow.

But at his fluster she shoots a confused look back at him, shifting a bit to the left to keep the merpeople balanced.]


What's a quirk? You don't have jinba in your world? I'm normal in my home- Which is... Tateyama. In Etchū Province... Have you heard of it?

[Tateyama... circa the early 17th century in a Japan that... apparently has centaurs?]
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[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-14 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even though the battle's backdrop is real world Odaiba, in practice it seems more influenced by Digital World logic--meaning the more Ephraim truly believes he can go toe-to-toe with monsters, the more successful those attempts will be. Case in point: his counter lands solidly, causing Angemon to stumble back. More curiously, Angemon stays grounded instead of taking to the sky where he'd have a more clear advantage, like he's too angry to think clearly about even the most basic decisions.

[ Takeru, helpfully, still looks like he doesn't know who he should be rooting for. That decision is made a little easier when Angemon moves to put more space between them, spinning his staff to generate a mini-tornado. That, finally, spurs Takeru into action, using his Astoria-granted magic to put a cover of solid light between them and the debris. All that focus on using a special move should leave Angemon vulnerable for a few seconds once the attack comes to an end. ]
hatamon: (☼ 30)

[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-14 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Takeru watches IceDevimon fade into nothingness with a look in his eyes that's probably a little too intense for someone just defending a teammate. There's something akin to real hatred there; and a dark, unpleasant satisfaction at seeing an enemy fall. But as the world around them settles back into what it should be, he too seems to bounce back to his usual, cheerful self.

"So that's Matrix Evolution?" He bounds up to Sakuyamon, wanting to get a closer look before she reverts. He assumes it must function like jogress--Digimon and partner perfectly in sync, one mind instead of two. "You were great. I knew he didn't stand a chance."
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-14 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Here we go again.]

This is the Waverider. It's a ship. Normally I live here, but this particular version isn't real. But we are stuck in a time loop where the ship explodes every hour on the hour unless we can solve whatever puzzle the bubble has set up for us.

[Did any of that make sense? Probably not. None of Zari's life ever makes any sense.]
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[personal profile] hackedhistory 2019-01-14 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head, mostly at the apology.]

It's not your fault.

[It's the void, pulling things out of their heads in an attempt to get them to do ... something. What, she's not entirely sure, but she's not about to turn back now.]

Visions are just that. They're visions. Nothing in the future is ever set in stone.
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[personal profile] wraithes 2019-01-14 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ saints. a fish out of water -- or a horse out of pasture, inej thinks would be the better term. all the same, she offers konoha a warm smile -- subdued, but not lacking in encouragement. ]

This is Ketterdam -- my home. [ as a means of introduction, to show konoha where they are. and inej remains close enough to be able to ward off any mischievous attempted pickpockets. the people seem to know who inej is, given the relatively wide berth they're giving her. no one would be stupid enough to pickpocket anybody in the company of the wraith. ] You're in the Barrel, which is where most of the thieves and criminals live. So it would be good to keep an eye on your personal belongings.

[ inej pauses. ]

I'm Inej. What is your name?