ENDGAME EVENT: WE RISE AGAIN

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Endgame mini-events
When: post-endgame and onward
Where: anywhere in Yggdrasil
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to an open log, please!

DAY 578 ( MAR. 1/2 )

The Grey Sickness is officially declared gone and Asgard begins tearing down its walls.

DAY 580 ( MAR. 5/6 )

Honir permanently opens the portal for travel between canon worlds and Yggdrasil. Henceforth, any character can come and go as they please.

DAY 583 ( MAR. 11/12 )

Frigg gives any willing Travellers the ability to redesign the earth through expressions of emotion or art. Asgard has a huge tree-planting party with blessed water to encourage faster growth.

DAY 585 ( MAR. 15/16 )

Small councils are formed with Travellers at the head of them to begin rebuilding the new kingdoms around the world.

DAY 590 ( MAR. 25/26 )

New Giants are born neutral of any bias for people to bring into the world with the Lokis as their Kings.

DAY 600 AND ONWARD

Everything is awesome.

[ OOC NOTES: This is a general catch-all for playing out any endgame mini-events. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Let me know if you have any questions! ]

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D581 | open as the day is long

[windbreak]

[A day after it was announced, Yosuke finds himself still hanging back from the portal. In the end, he'll be stepping through it without having figured out what its deal is, how any of this really tied in to the case he'd thought was closed a year ago, whether what he can expect is anything like what he was told. He's... more okay with that than he could have imagined at the start, lost in the middle of so many unfamiliar faces. It's just odd. No real final boss, no cackling recap of everything that led up to today. Just him, dragging his boots in the dust, wondering if anyone he knows will drop by to tug him one way or the other.

Even odder, part of him hopes they won't. Maybe that's like he's growing up.]

...We won't remember, huh?

[He casts one last look back around the courtyard, fidgeting with his bracelet. Then he casts another last look, and a third one. Yep, it really is weird.]

[not_sasuke]

[So who should show up but Yosuke's favorite ninja kid, a messenger bag slung over one shoulder and a black cat trotting at his heels?

He does seem mildly surprised to see Yosuke there, though the look is quickly replaced with a smirk.]

Sneaking out without saying goodbye? Wow, I'm so hurt.

[Never mind that he's the one sneaking out here.]

[izanyagi]

Maybe not but...

[He looks over to a group of children running past them, smiling. That, and the large group of felines that are around him, as he sits there, letting them climb all over him.]

...I'm sure they always will. Besides, we can come back when we least expect it, right?

[realmenknitplushies]

That's ... what they're sayin'...

[Kanji's voice is subdued as he speaks, looking at the portal with a frown and fiddling with his glasses. He should be glad about the prospect. He should. After all, it means going home, back to the rest of his friends and the life they'd left behind...

He's not moving any closer, though.]

[damselled]

[Maribelle, too, is hanging back, tears in her eyes. It's odd; she hadn't expected to be reluctant to leave this place. She'd missed her family and friends - especially Lissa - terribly, and yet here she was. She looked up at Yosuke, unsure of what to say. While they've been "Dating", as he'd put it, she hadn't quite managed to figure everything out, especially with the way Adachi had spun her about (and curse her for being so foolish).

But... she was rather fond of him, not to mention of the friends she'd made. And she'd enjoyed her time in the city, as tense and awful as the war had been. So she looked at him, blinking back tears and unsure as to why she felt them welling up in her eyes.]

Yosuke, I...

582

[sleight_of_hand]

[So they could come and go as they pleased now, hunh...]

[Adachi had been lounging on his bed in his apartment in Loki District since the announcement, staring up at the ceiling most of the time when he wasn't rolling around like a useless lump. It was all over, they weren't needed anymore. They could all go back home to their peachy lives and never have to remember this place again if they didn't want to.]

[...he didn't ever have to think about how much he enjoyed being on the City Patrol, how it made him feel like a detective again. Or he found a woman that made him excited, or another one that opened his eyes, or how he almost died trying to do his own part or... anything.]

[All he'd have were three walls and bars, and a short time to think on his life.]

[Finally, Adachi slapped his hands on his mattress, bolting upright... and a few hours and some stubborn determination later, he could be found just outside the portal, a massive stack of flyers in hand. He was passing them out to anyone that passed by, Traveler and native alike, one of his usual lopsided smiles on his face.]

Hey, c'mon, let's keep the City Patrol going, make sure we can preserve this peace thing we've got going.

Hey, are you stayin'? Why not join up with the City Patrol? We'll get it back up and running again for the city.

[...this was probably the most enthusiastic he had been in his entire life.]

[itistolaugh]

[Harley held the flyer away from her as if it were something disgusting and crumpled it without reading. She glanced at his stupid grin from the corner of her eye. There was a chance he hadn't recognized her under the greasepaint, mask, and distracting costume. If she didn't say anything, if she just walked away, she might be able to avoid him entirely if she just walked away.]

[... But then she wouldn't be able to finish something very important she hadn't gotten the chance to do before she left last time ...]

[Harley threw the crumpled flyer back into Adachi's face and kicked him in the balls. Mission accomplished.]

590: open to anyone still around!

[realmenknitplushies]

[It's been strange, these past few days. It still doesn't feel real.

Kanji'd decided early that there was no rush for him to go home. After all, no matter when he decides to, won't the same future be waiting for him? Time's weird like that.
There are a lot of things he'd like to leave behind here, true. The rifts in his friendships, the mistakes he's made. But there are also a lot of things that he's just ... not ready to abandon. Perhaps he's scared, on some level, of just being 'that damn delinquent' once again. But even without that, he's made connections with the people here. More than he ever had in Inaba, he'd say.

So, as he watches a group of young giants being led away, he asks someone nearby...]

They're ... gonna need teachers, ain't they?

[There's no hurry, after all.]

[sleight_of_hand]

[Adachi let out a curious noise, not sure if Kanji was talking to him or not. He paused to make sure, glancing up at the tall teen, before folding his hands behind his head.]

Guess so; don't exactly want the same thing repeating twice, you know?

Hizumi Mizushiro / 583 / OPEN

[bondsofsuffering]

[He isn't a wreck like before. He smiles, laughs, and plays short melodies around the city on his harmonica for anyone willing to listen. It's not the most polished sound, but he has a lot of raw talent to make up for it.

And yet... he still lacks quite the same energy as before. Not that he'll make it terribly obvious.]

Hey, got any requests?

[Other times, he can be found on his own, playing a sad, but sweet song to no one in particular. Simultaneously mourning, and comforting at once-- its tone is warm, if ultimately bittersweet.

He stops the moment he hears anyone approach, however.]

Haa, sorry, that's not real appropriate for now, is it?

[samantha_grey]

Oh... it's fine. I like sad songs.

[The smell of cloves and sulfur floated out over the air while she walked up and settled beside him. The girl had a smile as she looked him over and sighed.]

You... could stay. You know that, don't you? Even just a little while.

[seeksblessings]

[Maybe Hizumi should have checked to see who was approaching before he spoke, but would it have really made any difference?]

I don't believe there is a proper protocol for how to celebrate these events, Hizumi. I haven't heard of one.

580/581 - Pinch of Sage

[samantha_grey]

She had not left. It was time to go, and she lingered. There was no hurry. Her world would still be there. The Thunder Force would still be there. Time would not pass, and there was still work to do here. For now, Samantha was content to relax. Let others be constant festival goers.

The half-demon was easy to find, manning the now vacant front counter of her shop. One of the treats of saving the world was that you tended to have silly things like debts forgiven. So, there she was, grinding away at samples for her one, last research project. She'd promised Draco, Eridan and so many others that she'd try. Before she left, before the work was finally complete, she was going to give it one more stab.

And in the meantime, she was surrounded by the things that she knew so well. Those she knew all had word where she would be. She was a creature of habit, after all. Why expect her to be otherwise?

(OOC: Other options are open. She's out and about throughout 580-582. Samantha will probably not ICly leave Asgard for months, conducting a single research project through that whole time and helping in rebuilding in the city. The longer people she cares about, the longer she will linger.

If you have specific Day 583 wishes, get in touch with me. She has a big wish to rebuild the gaping hole where the hippies live and help rebuild the life near Ran's homeland.)

581

[afrozendance]

[The idea of staying sounds tempting... but it cannot be. Ninian still has many debts to pay, a crew to rejoin, a little brother to embrace and take care of like in the past, and friends to support no matter what she has seen in the future.

(Though she cannot help shivering as she thinks of the one that began with Nergal speaking to her, and finished with her feeling as if life was seeping away from her...)

She cannot afford to stay for too long in this world, much as she come to love it. So it's time to start saying her goodbyes to those who had given her so much kindness. And one of her first "destinations" is the shop she's quietly stepping into, sighing to encourage herself.]

Samantha? Are you here...?

D580/583/Other | Open!

[familyissues]

580 - Needle in a Haystack

[ In hindsight, the announcement seemed like it was going to be ordinary. Everyday. Desmond hadn't felt any of the sick tension that usually came with thoughts of "going home" for some time now. Looming death wasn't something that was just okay, but he was past worry, past fear. The extra time he'd been given, supported by unexpected family and new, treasured friends, that was something he never expected to be blessed with. He had accomplished so much more than he ever thought possible, and he intended to spend the rest of his last, precious days in Asgard just living. No tears, no overwrought emotional displays, no terribly sad goodbyes.

So when it's announced that the portal will remain open, that people can stay, it's like a little bomb has gone off right in Desmond's midst. He's frozen for a second, unsure if he's heard it properly, the air stolen from his lungs.

What.

What. He lifts his eyes to the others in the shop, unable to even ask for confirmation...and then he laughs, sudden and loud and bright. ]

583 - Asgard Burning Man

[ The music is loud, the alcohol is flowing, people are bedecked in flowers and body paint, it's party time in Asgard. Desmond wends his way here and there, finding friends, trading smiles and well-wishes and perhaps any fond farewells for those who've stayed through the last of the excitement.

He's looking for someone in particular, marshaling his courage for what he's about to do.

If you're not Satine, he'll grin, and draw close with a kind of restlessness that's lately uncharacteristic of the assassin. If you are Satine, well. That grin is softer, even warmer. ]

Hey!

Other

[ Come at me, bro. ]

[pushesgently]

[Desmond isn't the only one to be rocked by the surprising news. In some ways, it was always easier for Altaïr—he will go home to have a family, or he will not, and by the time Desmond is to be born, hundreds of Altaïr's descendants have already died—so would it even be logical to mourn Desmond's passing?

Of course it is, because he knows this descendant, and loves him in a way he knows he'll love his children one day. So it's more than a small weight that lifts off the shoulders when he hears the news, and Desmond's laugh.

He catches his grandson's eye and smiles.]

Welcome home.

580 duh

[secondborn]

[Alastair had managed to find some kind of peace with the fact that not only was his home gone, but when the war ended, the same sort of nothingness awaited him.

So when the announcement comes, for a moment he's simply stunned. It doesn't even really register for a few moments, and then he's meeting Desmond's gaze with a huge smile of disbelief and joy, and before he even realizes what he's doing, Alastair's running across the shop to pull Desmond into a tight embrace.]

We can stay.

[He murmurs it quietly at first, still fully grasping what it means. Then, as he holds Desmond a little tighter, he laughs.]

We can stay!

583

[justacough]

[She just so happened to be Satine, well, Satine with flowers woven into her bright red hair with flowers and tribal designs painted along her arms and collar bone. For the occasion she wore her red gown, careful to keep the wine in her hand from spilling even among all the movement and crowd dodging. She took a sip, saying her goodbyes to a friend and wishing them well. They intended on going home, she did not. Not ever, in fact.

She felt a hand along the small of her back and smiled as she sipped her wine before turning to look at Desmond.]

Well, hello.

583

[everysecond]

[It's still all so unbelievable. She can fucking stay. She has a home. There's so much going through her head at the moment that she actually is just watching the people instead of joining in for a change. Because, she's decided that she's going to live here. It's not like she really has anywhere else that she can go anyway. This is all that's left to her.

Fuck, she'll make herself cry at this rate.

She grins at people who come around but otherwise doesn't join in. It's been three days and she still can't believe that it's real. But, Desmond does get smile from her when she sees him.]

Hey. How's it going?

D580/583/Other...OTA

[everysecond]

D580

[Riley doesn't cry. Not ever. She's cried a few times in her life but sword to never do it again. But fuck did a tear fall when she heard the news. She can stay here. She's got somewhere to live and a place she can call...home. It's so amazing to her and she can't believe that this is all real that she ends up on a rooftop just overlooking everything (after she got the stupid tear gone anyway) again.

She can stay here. Fuck, she doesn't know what to do about Ellie but she knows one thing is for certain. She's made her decision to live here and not go back.

What is there for her to go back to anyway? She's dead there.

With a laugh, she falls back and just flops on her back to look at the sky. Just...wow.]

D583

[She's still kind of in shock so she's mostly hanging back from really joining in on things. It's a bit unusual for her but she's eager to mostly just watch. There's joy here. Peace. All that good shit she barely got a taste off back in her world and now this place is her home. For the first time in this place, she has so many people who love her and it's not just...Ellie.

The whole Ellie thing is still getting to her but she still smiles brightly at anyone who comes close.

Hey, it's a party. She can't be down, right?]

Other

[Come up with your own scenario!]

580~

[bythewaves]

[ You can go home, they are told, and Maglor looks at Elrond and smiles. Both of them know, he's not going. He has little ones to look after, now.

Little ones and....

Once, she told him she was dead, in her own world. ]

Hullo Riley.

[ A familiar voice and smile leans over her ]

You look happy.

OTA d580 on

[bythewaves]

D580

Home. He could go back. But... he looks at Alice, and Kevin, and knows he will not. He looks at Elrond and nudges him in the direction of the portal. But for now... it is enough. This is the sort of victory they all fight for, after all.

D583

Expressions of emotion or art, hm? He smiles a little at that, perched on a crumbling sector of wall, and then he begins to sing

There is a garden flowering in gladness
Fed by the springs at the heart of the world
Two Trees grow there, branches entwined
Shedding their light, more precious than pearl
Golden is Laurelin, flowers of sunlight
Silver is Telperion, shedding moonlight dew

Choose your own adventure

d580

[fire_punk]

Kevin watches Maglor worriedly. There's no real reason for the elf to stay. But he really, really doesn't want him to go.

"How long are you staying?"

Day 580 on

[littlesurvivor]

[It's a much harder choice then she might have imagined. Instinctively, selfishly, part of her just wants to stay. Forever. But she knows she has people back home. Has AJ and Kenny, if he makes it and gets back to Wellington when the gates are open once more. Which just makes this all the more difficult to decide now she actually has the choice.

Eventually, she compromises. Deciding to stay a while before eventually heading back. She owes AJ that much. Owes Kenny that much after his pleading to let them take at least her and the baby in Wellington.

But that doesn't mean she won't have some farewells to make. Even if a few friends might also stay a while or permanently.]

Altaïr - 581-583

[pushesgently]

Day 581 - Roofs

[Home. Soon he'll be able to go home, and the by-no-means small part of him that has always yearned for Masyaf wants to do so as soon as possible. But the rest wants to take things slowly and be patient—it helps no one to run off and leave what they've built without a strong foundation for the future.

So for now, he continues his routine, taking to the roofs to clear his head and strengthen his body. But today, Altaïr is lighter on his feet, his heart lifted by the knowledge of what's to come.]

Days 581-582 - Visiting

[They've lost friends in days and months past, but he won't leave this land without seeing those who remain at least once more.

Altaïr spends these days walking across Asgard in search of those he'll miss.]

Day 583 - Party

[A day of indulgent before continuing to prepare to leave won't hurt. Altaïr is as reserved as always during all this, but there's no missing the smile on his face.

He also might be a little drunk.]

582

[womanfromacre]

[It's a little strange, knowing you have to prepare for a journey and at the same time knowing you cannot take any of the things that you have accumulated in your time here with you. The little apartment in Odin has been Maria's home for a while now, long enough for it to have wormed its way into her affections, long enough that she looks around this confined space with its scorch marks on the wall from the exploding microwave and kettle debacle with the sort of fondness one would expect from leaving their home.

Odd, to be leaving a home in order to go to one.

The photographs are spread out across the coffee table, and Maria finds herself looking at them all with a sense of sadness; picture of herself and her brothers is dog eared and well looked at, the photos of Darim equally cherished in their frames. Maria finds her hand closed around her locket that Desmond gave to her, and she wonders if she will even be able to remember how cherished these things are.

She can't bring herself to think about how much she'll miss those who she holds dear here. She never has been much of a one for goodbyes.]

580 | 583 | 585 | 600 | SUPER DUPER OPEN

[damselled]

D580:

[Maribelle had taken her time about the city, seeing to what remained of the injured to the best of her ability. She knew what had happened - she was there, so of course she knew - but it hadn't quite sunk in yet - perhaps because there was so very much to do.

Still, she worked tirelessly, and if she noticed the dreadful state of her clothes (or the way her parasol had mysteriously survived everything in a relatively unscathed fashion), her own bruises and scrapes (amongst other injuries, though the most serious had been treated), or the way her hair was decidedly uncurled and falling out of its rather haphazard ponytail in waves, she didn't say anything.]

D583

[She had gone back home, it was true, but she had come back - with her beloved violin, no less. She had accepted Frigg's gift, and was fully intend on using it. Strangely enough, the memories of this place had only returned upon her own (subconscious, perhaps) decision to come back to Asgard. But here she was, playing the violin with a passion that she had so rarely shown to anyone - outside of arguments and justice, that is.

She felt a responsibility to this place, and she had accepted it - and she was going to help rebuild this place in any way she could.]

[D585]

[She had heard of the need to rebuild the kingdoms, and risen to the occasion. After ensuring her beloved home and family - and her darling Lissa and Chrom - were safe, she'd returned, eyes bright and spine straight. She'd thrown herself into her new work with gusto, spending long hours brushing up on her diplomatic skills (which, frankly, had needed some brushing up on, anyway, if Plegia had been any indication - although she'd hardly been a disaster with the giants and the elves). This place needed healing, and she was quite proud of her skills as a healer, even though her staff was less in demand here than any kindnesses she could give.]

[D600]

[It was hard work, rebuilding a world. Maribelle was as tireless as ever, and even more determined, and she knew Ylisse would do just fine without her - at least for now. Besides, there was quite a lot to accomplish, even (and perhaps especially) with the war over. And maybe she would even settle here, one day (though that honestly depended on the state of things, both in Asgard and at home, and she knew she could never fully leave her homeward behind, no matter what). Who knew? She would have to see.]

583~

[bythewaves]

[ So quiet and natural is the accompaniment that perhaps she would not even notice, at first, but gradually the silver ripple of Maglor's harp joins her, weaving expertly in accompaniment to her playing. When she turns to look he is sitting in the lower branches of a nearby tree, and he smiles at her as his hands coax beauty from the strings in complement to hers. ]

You play beautifully, Lady Maribelle. [ He jumps down to join her when she is done ]

D580

[tonsofpun]

[A]
It felt like being struck by lightning.

The moment the news dropped, Ellie was out on a crowded street, hands hooked in the straps of her backpack. Silence rolled in around her, the whispering, the gasps as it sank in.

Then, the cheering began.

The laughter, the screaming, the hugging, the echoing cries of joy and relief.

Ellie stood perfectly still in the middle of the sidewalk, people jostling past her, and stared at nothing at all. Her face was flushed, her eyes dry, her hands shaking. Then it burst out of her like a living thing, a whoop of joy that broke her voice. It seemed to lift her right off the ground, and when she came back down, she had no strength in her legs.

The relief hit her like a truck, and her knees buckled. She sat down right on the pavement, tried to get up, and fell right down again, laughing like a fucking maniac.

"Holy shit," she kept whispering, over and over, her voice cracking, reaching up to wipe away the tears that kept getting away from her.


[B]
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

[everysecond]

Once it sank it, Riley was running. She'd never run this hard entire life. Not from bullets, not from Infected, not from life...not from anything. But she ran that hard to get to Ellie as she tore through the streets with her decision made. She had to talk to Ellie. She had to know what her decision was. She had to...

Ellie.

There she was. She was so beautiful to her and Riley somehow found the strength to get that much faster as she pushed herself full tilt toward her. The result was that she tackled her girlfriend right into the ground, clinging to her and rolling in the dirt until they settled in a tangle of bruises, dirt, and limbs. Fuck it all, she didn't care.

"Bitch, we can stay!"