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! ]

Comments

[not_sasuke]

[At this point? He's mostly being difficult for kicks and giggles, really.]

So soon? And here I thought you were just going to stick around with your friends.

[everysecond]

I don't want to either but I don't want to tell her to stay with me either. She has stuff she needs to do. I want her but...

[She looks down at her gloved hand.]

Hanging onto the dead when you have a future isn't a good way to live.

[everysecond]

[She smiles up at him and gives a laugh before giving him a wave. That would be creepy but it's Al. The Assassins are always pulling this crap on her.

She...kind of likes it.]

Hey, Al. Getting ready to go home?

[bythewaves]

Maglor looks up and smiles - in the ground before him tremble two tiny shoots, just the barest of leaves, the ground still soft and wet from where he planted and watered them.

"Hello Kanji. You are still here as well?" He gestures at the shoots in front of him.

"Mm, I thought... since Asgard is rebuilding... to try and raise the memory of Eldar days. Laurelin and Telperion for me in my childhood were the parents of the Moon and Sun. I do not think they will grow quiet the same here - there are some things that once destroyed can never be returned, but... it would be nice, to have a small bit of home."

[everysecond]

I'll get there. Right now it's just...a lot to take in.

[She leans back on her hands, watching people dance around. She never would have seen this much joy back in her world. The one she can't go back to.]

Besides, I've got the time. I'm not going anywhere.

[bythewaves]

[ He smiles at her when she comes over, and his hands keep dancing over the strings in idle accompainment. ]

And as kind as ever, Ninian. Will you stay here or will you go home, do you know?

[bythewaves]

Mm. [ He hums thoughtfully ]

But that needs to be her choice, in the end. And you are dead no longer, after all. You live again - if in a place that she can only reach here.

[ He reaches to nudge her shoulder fondly ]

I think you may find that she thinks you worth that cost, but only she can answer that question truly. And she could always come back, after all.

[windbreak]

Well, yeah, that's the point. [He sighs a little. Talk about putting a damper on the mood.] Go on, you just go off and have a great time.

[windbreak]

Me? [So it was about something like that... Guessing the topic hardly prepared Yosuke for a sensible-sounding response, though. Presently, he looks down.] I didn't really decide yet. I came here yesterday too, without saying anything, but... well, what about you?

[realmenknitplushies]

[At least he'd have expected Yosuke to bother to say goodbye, he thought briefly, before pushing the thought aside. After all, things had been starting to get back to normal.

But still...]

Same. ...I dunno. Ain't sure I'm ready.

[realmenknitplushies]

Awwww. Look at that.

"Yeah. I ain't goin' back yet. Figured if there was still somethin' I can do..." He shrugs, slightly. "Looks like there was, huh? Dunno what you mean about the moon 'n the sun, but ... that's a good idea."

[windbreak]

Yeah... And you've got a pretty good thing going while you're here, right? Standing on your own feet, getting along with most people. [He doesn't look up.]

[realmenknitplushies]

Most people. Yeah.

[Not quite looking at Yosuke there, either.]

Don't get me wrong, I wanna go home! I miss ma, 'n I know we've got crap to take care of. But...

[But - where is home, anyway?]

[bythewaves]

He laughs softly, the years washed away so that he seems young for a moment.

"I was born in Valinor, long ago, before the moon or sun lit the sky. The only light we had came from the Two Trees - Telperion the Fair, and Laurelin the Golden, who shed light across the whole land. When they were slain we knew darkness for the first time, and we were afraid. From Telperion's last flower was formed the Moon, and from Laurelin's last fruit the Sun, set high in the sky that none might ever violate them again." He explains, using Influence to conjure the images for Kanji, a faint flicker of great Trees, showering light about them.

"As I said - I doubt that I can bring them back. Not all the power in the world could do that! But... perhaps Asgard will see something like it. But what of you? What work will you set your hand to?"

[windbreak]

...But you can't just up and walk out with unfinished business here either. Something like that? I'm surprised. [He says it with a laugh, but it's a little gentler than his normal one.] Not gonna lie, I thought you'd be a shoe in for staying a little longer.

[realmenknitplushies]

Y-you did? Heh.

[He scratches his head slightly, laughing himself weakly. Yeah, Yosuke's nailed it.]

That's it. This place still needs what I can do. And even if I ain't gonna remember it... I don't wanna leave somethin' half-done.

[realmenknitplushies]

Damn. For a moment, he's blown away from the image, blinking at the thought. "That... that must have been somethin'. ...Kind of an understatement, huh." But what else is he supposed to say about it?

"As for me... I dunno. It's kinda a lot to work out, huh? 'Here, go make us some mountains'..." As used as he might be to the powers he's had all this time, the scope of these new ones is a little overwhelming to think about.

[everysecond]

Being all wise. It's like you're old as hell or something.

[She snorts then gives his shoulder a punch.]

I know I need to talk to her though.

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles a little wistfully.

"It is what it was - a time that will never come again. If I can bring the memory to life here in Asgard I will call myself content."

He chuckles softly at Kanji "Aye, it is a little intimidating. But you need not start so large as that! Unless you wish to, I suppose. I started with Telperion and Laurelin because they were one of my dearest memories. Surely you have something the same?"

[bythewaves]

"Or something" [ He retorts and chuckles at the punch ]

Well, I am sure things will, as they say, work out. And afterwards, I will bake more honey cakes, eh? Now the shortages are over. And we can celebrate.

[realmenknitplushies]

He nods, slowly, at the first comment. As for the second...

"Huh." Thinking for a moment- "Well. There's one place. I dunno if I could make it work, but there's a hillside that kinda looks down on the town where I lived. Live. Uh, y'know." He's ... not entirely sure about the tense on that, given the situation.

[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...

580

[damselled]

"Maglor!" Maribelle exclaimed, grateful that her teacher (and something of a friend, as it was turning out) had survived the battle. "Are you quite alright?" Though battered, bloody, and more disheveled than she'd been during even the war against Plegia, Maribelle was alive, and grinning in a most joyous (though decidedly ladylike) fashion.

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.]

[bythewaves]

Maglor nods, understanding

"I think it would be easiest to start with things you know, yes? It is a strange power that the Lady Frigg offers but one not unknown, in my world! Either way, if art and song might be used to mend the hurts of the world, I think one so creative with his hands as you has a good base to start already. Think of it this way - when you create your dolls, you usually do things you know well, yes? And then you add things to them as your imagination decides. This is the same, just... bigger."