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The Great Escape (Open) Jul 16, 2014 18:16:11 GMT -6

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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jul 16, 2014 18:16:11 GMT -6

Thunder, Rain and Lightning

It wasn't all that often that Miyoko really devoted a great deal of time or effort to thinking, but it wasn't all that often that the woman found herself bed bound, either. Contrary to popular belief, while her antics usually had a habit of admittedly landing her into trouble, she just as often had at least one or more ways out of those situations and it was only when she wasn't expecting something that shit usually hit the fan too quickly for her to step to the side of it and avoid the resulting mess. Domhan Tir, frankly, had done little to endear itself to Miyoko with the last trip into the country, but it had definitely been something more than able to provoke a fair deal of thought. While she had been more than prepared for the tournament her boss had thrown her into for the sake of advertisement, Miyoko felt it relatively safe to assume that she hadn't been the only one caught off guard by the way the tournament had ended. Normally she wasn't one for mysticism since Miyoko had always been of the mind that there was never any such thing as "fate" beyond what you made for yourself, but she wasn't entirely without knowledge of the gods or their respective legends and stereotypes. Frankly speaking, knowledge that she would much rather have not had right now since the comfort that came with ignorance would have been far more preferable as she lay in a bed several stories up in one of Baem's public hospitals.

There was so much wrong with what had happened that it was difficult to know where to start, and the feeling of extreme unease that she had experienced at the moment of - what was their name, Septum? - the newcomer's arrival had only gotten worse when Miyoko took time to mull it over. First and foremost and obviously the most concerning was the death of Dym. Death. Obviously it was capable for gods to die as the very fall of the Empire centuries ago proved that they weren't invincible, but the fact that one was so easily overpowered was definitely cause for alarm, along with far more unpleasant implications. First, were the gods of the respective countries assumedly far weaker than others that might have been out there? The legends attached to the Empire definitely seemed to suggest that as it took all four of the ones she knew of to kill the one running the Empire at the time, and the fact that this new one so easily took one out herself also seemed to support that theory. Or was it the other way around, and this thing was far stronger in comparison to what was supposedly the "norm"? In either case it wasn't a comforting line of thought, especially since she had no idea what that would mean for Aquavia - you couldn't simply rip a force of nature out of the equation and expect everything to continue to function normally, and while the changes probably wouldn't be immediate the woman knew that they were probably coming.

Beyond that there was the appearance of the other thing, the one that had been responsible for the vast majority of the destruction at the time. Was it another god, or was it something else? The equivalent of Septum's Speaker? If so, another vast gap in ability - as far as Miyoko knew, Speakers were just that, mouthpieces to their respective gods but without any real sort of power beyond their agelessness and the stock abilities that any other mortal possessed, unless they got lucky and were gifted like the rare few Miyoko was a part of. That thing, though...... storm creation from the look of it, spatial manipulation or teleportation, and then there was the mere fact that it definitely didn't appear to be even remotely human but rather a grotesque, demonic mockery of them. There were too many questions and not nearly enough answers, and then after that there was whatever Septum had summoned to sic on the fighters thanks to some people who really shouldn't have been talking doing just that.... and that just begged a whole other question, and probably the biggest one of the lot. Where the hell did they as humans even fit into all of this? From what Miyoko had seen the only ones who even posed a remote threat to the summoned creatures alone were those like her with abilities beyond that of your stock human, and even then they had barely managed to hold their own. In a fight between gods, what could they really even do to make a difference? Miyoko wasn't one to sit idly by and go quietly into the night, hell she'd fight anyways even if she knew she couldn't win just on principle alone if that was the alternative, but she also refused to believe that they were just destined to be bystanders in a fight beyond their ability to comprehend or alter the outcome of.

Fuck that. At the very least she needed to confirm a lot of these thoughts or at least debunk some of them, and if she got lucky she might be able to find answers that she actually liked concerning the last ones - but she wasn't going to do it from in here, stuck in a hospital bed with an IV plugged into her arm. She needed to get out and find someone who could answer those questions, and not a priest - she knew damn well that they would only spout the usual pious nonsense or outright admit to having no answers for her. No, she needed to find one of the gods, and not just their Speakers - she'd settle for the latter if they could actually answer her questions, but she really, really doubted it.

Taking in a deep breath, the woman would slowly work to sit up in the bed she had been given, mentally making a checklist of what needed to be done. First, remove the damn IV. Second, find some actual clothes since she didn't plan on leaving the building in a hospital gown, ass bare for the world to see - at the very least she was going to be bought dinner first before that kind of exposure. Third, profit from the escape. Her gift still wasn't nearly as powerful as it needed to be, or conversely her control over it wasn't nearly as great as she had thought - until now she had been using it as she suspected Jag had intended, but if this was a war brewing then it needed soldiers, and it was a cause far greater than any of the political bullshit that the Aquavian leaders used their military tools for. Arm reaching over to take hold of the IV, Miyoko winced as she quickly yanked it out, pain lancing up her arm as the needle was removed - like pulling a bandaid, just a dozen times worse. Glancing over to the door to make sure it was still closed and visitors unlikely, the woman would swing her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up before turning around and beginning to yank the sheets off.

Objective number one - find some clothes.

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The Great Escape (Open) Jul 19, 2014 13:36:36 GMT -6

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Post by Allen Kierser on Jul 19, 2014 13:36:36 GMT -6

THIS FEELING HERE IS SURREAL BUT
IT'S GIVING AWAY THE COMPLICITY

Allen leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs at the ankle. A tablet rested in his lap, angled towards him and away from the patient on the bed. He had a stylus pressed against the screen, but what he considered the pertinent information had been shared an hour ago. The client was one of his mouthier ones, just an endless stream of dribble. By this point, the man had finished discussing business and had moved on to talking about blah, blah, blah. The purpose of the meeting (apparently as vital as the type A blood pumping into the man's arm) had been to prepare the documents for a possible merger and to discuss the legality of the speedy liquidation of foreign assets. The latter was a stupid decision, he'd advised against it, making a note that he would not be held liable.

"Should I be arranging a transport to Shinsoo?" he asked, wondering if this meeting would drag on long enough for him to finish the card game he'd begun. The man said something that amounted to him having already done so, dreading the diseases that the lower classes carried into the public hospital (those were not the words, exactly, but it was what was meant and Allen preferred to deal in euphemism as little as possible). Underneath the recent head injury - he'd already forgotten the inane event that had brought that into existence - there was the slow, insidious crawl of sickness in the man's blood, little abated by the injection of new. Bit late for any treatment Shinsoo could offer and he was barely paying Allen enough for him to come out to Baem as it was.

He slid away from the card game, clicking on the travel site. If he took a quick lunch, he could catch the metro out and possibly be able to reach home before midnight; not that his dearest would care. Tacey fell asleep by eleven most nights, earlier when she was so anxious. Allen comprehended why she was worried, why the entire city seemed to be riding a wave of a cortisol and catecholamines, but he did not emphasize. There was fewer a time he preferred not being able to feel it more; with what he saw, the worry did not provide the alacrity it sought, instead proving a significant deterrent to success.

The thought of Septem and her servants lingered on his mind enough, marked with a priority number one. The loss of Dym he'd allow Tacey to think around - the potential of Septem composed the conundrum. Did...she, to use the most appropriate pronoun, want to destroy the world or did she desire to rule it? The former was obviously problematic and meant she'd have to be gone, but ruling it. Now, would it be so bad? Swear yourself to them, and assuming they required no more fealty than the strictest of their current gods, merely continue on living. Possibility of that: unlikely, given available data. That was the root of the issue; a severe lack of information and the overt unlikeliness of getting any.

Allen unfolded his glasses, putting them back on. To the client, he said his farewell, assuring him that everything would be taken care of, leaving him to rest in his room. To the guardian outside the door, he shook his head, folding his coat over his arm. 'Tell Ms. Epona he wasn't in Domhan Tir and certainly was not present at the Rose.' Allen had thought the message could stand on his own, so he was surprised when his phone rang a couple minutes later, while he was walking down a one of the hospital's many halls.

'Tacey, good morning.' Allen was speaking softly into the phone, conscious of the people around him. The hallway wasn't the premier place to have this conversation. 'What did you mean he wasn't at the Rose?' her voice hissed back at him.

'He wasn't there. That's all. What his calender and assistants say is irrelevant.' This was the intensive care-unit, right? Slow heartbeats, heavily damaged bodies, those he could feel with a shoddily directed probe. One of these rooms, then. Allen picked the nearest one with a darkened window, figuring the occupant was either in a coma or, at least, sleeping. Either way - not going to protest him stepping in for a minute of hushed conversation.

'At best, I can place him at a strip bar in the Tropics, and we both know that after being an asshole, leering is Richard's favorite thing to do. The chances of him leaving to go to Domhan Tir, which, in case you're interested, he describes as a prehistoric hell hole, are nil.' Allen noticed the woman in the room about half-way through his message to Tacey, and held up a finger out of habit, he'll be done with the conversation soon, more focused on the tiny ficus plant beside the door than her. Poor thing needed water. 'No, I don't know where he heard the rumors, Silva. It'd be a little odd for me to launch into an interrogation...' Tacey said for him to stay on the line, but there was someone in her office now. Allen dropped the phone so it rested on his shoulder, figuring her voice would be audible if she started speaking again. He'd been awfully impolite and there really wasn't any recovering for him but c'est la vie. Best to say something, though, and he did, dropping the quick, marginally irritated tone in favor of cordiality.

"I doubt the doctors would recommend you checking out early."

NOTES: hi!

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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jul 16, 2014 18:16:11 GMT -6

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