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Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2013-08-12 09:29 am
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Post-Event Blues

Who: Everybody, everybody!
What: The battle is won. Now what?
When: The eleventh, twelfth, and onward
Where: Luceti
Summary: With Zompano dead and the cultists routed, Luceti is restored. Kind of.
Rating: F for Feels

On the eleventh, things were slowly breaking down. Memories of their true lives were breaking through. The village, scarred by the battle with the cultists, began to rebuild itself. Community buildings that had vanished were returned to their rightful places. The battle dome was uncovered from the earth that had covered it. Hundreds and hundreds of fake homes slowly faded away. Paved roads gave way to trees and grass. It was an incredible sight for anyone who was willing to sit aroun and watch it happen.

Things wouldn't be easy for the villagers, though. The memories perpetuated by the last ten days would not be easily removed. The feelings and hatreds it had created would take time to conquer and remove. Perhaps, in a way, that was Zompano's nastiest trick of all. The village itself may heal from his invasion, but it would take far more than a few Shifts to fix the people left behind.

Towards the end of the day, their wings returned. Much like some of the buildings, they seemed to just reappear, as if they had never been gone. Their barcodes became visible again as a singular reminder that they were, ultimately, just the property of another entity who as a whole were not much better than Count Zompano.

By the twelfth, the village looked as though nothing had ever happened. Sure, the contents of buildings might have been messed up or destroyed during the battles, but things were otherwise as they were supposed to be. The night before, people would have had to find their old beds to go sleep in, as they no longer possessed the old ones granted to them in another life.

The village was peaceful.

Modly Note: That wraps up the event. As noted in the prose above, you have the option to play up the after effects of the event more than in other ones. While it won't have the same impact universally, the Shift was constructed in such a way that people may have difficulty shaking off the emotions they developed during the event. In effect, it was a cruel send off to Luceti so they would have to deal with the loathing and hatred that came with the less desirable parts of it. Of course, that means the feelings of familial bonds will also persist for awhile as well. It's up to you, as players, to decide how much or little to play with it!
endgames: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] endgames 2013-08-27 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Proper treatment. It's funny, how after all of this, it suddenly sounds so easy.]

...I'll check on you, anyways.

[Because if it sounds easy, there's probably more to it.]
therewerefifty: (not so bloody relief)

[personal profile] therewerefifty 2013-08-28 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a lightening to her expression before she can really help herself. And then she closes her eyes, turning away.]

If you'd like.

[So neutral.

Well. She tries to be, anyway.]
endgames: (Street)

[personal profile] endgames 2013-08-29 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't bother repeating himself. He said it, didn't he? So he will. Shikamaru turns around as well, back facing her.]

I know it's probably not real now, but... Thank you for everything you did for me.

[Because if there's anything left in her that's still his mother, in the same way that there's remains something in him that makes him think he's her son... He thinks she'll appreciate that. That it's something she should hear.

And then he steps away, on the go. Because if that's the case, there's someone else he should too before everything's over.]
therewerefifty: (I don't need it anyway)

[personal profile] therewerefifty 2013-08-31 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Makie lets him leave without comment. Purely because of how unfair she thinks it is, her initial reaction. But her heart is much lighter as she watches the last of her house fade away.

It's only when he's out of earshot that she says anything at all.]


...I'd do it again.

[Any of it. All of it.

She was happy.]