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Who: Plus Ultra Crew and any visitors
Status: Open
Where: Heroe's Rest
What: The No Rift from Home Quest plot tentacles give the inhabitants a rude awakening; earlier in the month
Warnings: N/A
A.) Rude Awakening
[It's a little after Dawn on Heroe's Rest. The crew of Plus Ultra are all nestled in their beds, after a long day of work and play. Content in their slumber.
Until they aren't.
BAM!!
Multiple tentacles bursting through multiple portals are one hell of a way to wake up.]
"BEAT." [Axel admonishes on default, taking care not to burn down his room from the teen's dramatics this time. It's plain to see the culprit is not one of the several young members, however, not when a glowing portal and a lashing, massive, shape has just busted through several of the room partitions, revealing the inhabitants in various waking states to each other.]
"Sh--"
[Axel dodges out of the way, rolling to the person closest, to try and drag them by their arm.]
"Come on, we gotta move!"
B.) From Bad to Worse
[It doesn't stop there. From the seas come inky black monstrosities, phantoms crawling from waves of black, among the mutated sickly sealife. Other various portals are also open outside of the house. The moogles flee in terror as another lashing tentacle desecrates their home, trapping a few of them in the wreckage behind. In the ensuing chaos, the once rosy morning skies turn black from the onslaught of negative energy.]
C.) Restoration, Lamentation
[Then finally, a reprieve. It's midday by the time the threat is beaten back. Portals close. The skies and seas begin to fill with healthier colors, revealing the extent of the damage the island has suffered. There's a lot to do. Boarding back up the walls, patching the roof, patching up eachother. Purifying the tainted waters with magic.
Taking as break from hammering, Axel sits quietly, staring at his outstretched hand.
He's not able to will a single flicker of flame, nor call the weight of his own blades into his hands. The only thing that manifests is shadow, the same substance as his being, benignly curling about his fingertips before fizzling out. This is bad..
How was he supposed to know something like this could happen when fighting those things?
Something is wrong.]
D.) Group Text
Rollcall.
Anyone wanna tell me what THAT was about?!
OOC: A little, keep in mind Azul's tentacles will retreat back into their portals if left alone/once able to steal something, but that doesn't mean they won't leave behind some collateral damage!
Status: Open
Where: Heroe's Rest
What: The No Rift from Home Quest plot tentacles give the inhabitants a rude awakening; earlier in the month
Warnings: N/A
A.) Rude Awakening
[It's a little after Dawn on Heroe's Rest. The crew of Plus Ultra are all nestled in their beds, after a long day of work and play. Content in their slumber.
Until they aren't.
BAM!!
Multiple tentacles bursting through multiple portals are one hell of a way to wake up.]
"BEAT." [Axel admonishes on default, taking care not to burn down his room from the teen's dramatics this time. It's plain to see the culprit is not one of the several young members, however, not when a glowing portal and a lashing, massive, shape has just busted through several of the room partitions, revealing the inhabitants in various waking states to each other.]
"Sh--"
[Axel dodges out of the way, rolling to the person closest, to try and drag them by their arm.]
"Come on, we gotta move!"
B.) From Bad to Worse
[It doesn't stop there. From the seas come inky black monstrosities, phantoms crawling from waves of black, among the mutated sickly sealife. Other various portals are also open outside of the house. The moogles flee in terror as another lashing tentacle desecrates their home, trapping a few of them in the wreckage behind. In the ensuing chaos, the once rosy morning skies turn black from the onslaught of negative energy.]
C.) Restoration, Lamentation
[Then finally, a reprieve. It's midday by the time the threat is beaten back. Portals close. The skies and seas begin to fill with healthier colors, revealing the extent of the damage the island has suffered. There's a lot to do. Boarding back up the walls, patching the roof, patching up eachother. Purifying the tainted waters with magic.
Taking as break from hammering, Axel sits quietly, staring at his outstretched hand.
He's not able to will a single flicker of flame, nor call the weight of his own blades into his hands. The only thing that manifests is shadow, the same substance as his being, benignly curling about his fingertips before fizzling out. This is bad..
How was he supposed to know something like this could happen when fighting those things?
Something is wrong.]
D.) Group Text
Rollcall.
Anyone wanna tell me what THAT was about?!
OOC: A little, keep in mind Azul's tentacles will retreat back into their portals if left alone/once able to steal something, but that doesn't mean they won't leave behind some collateral damage!

C
[Eventually, though, the chaos is over. Kieran has been doing his best to help out with cleanup, but he notices Axel looking rather troubled. Curious, he makes his way over to the taller man.]
Axel? Everythin' okay?
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"Huh--? Yeah. Yeah it's.. nothing." [He quickly stuffs his hand into his pocket, as though the limb itself were the problem.]
"How about you and your entourage? All of you make it out unscathed?"
D
Most of the moogles are to.
Mogothese is really upset about his workshop
Has anyone see Mogwyn?
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Whoever is prepared for their workspace to get ransacked by squid limbs?
Hm
Come to think of it no.
I got Mogot and Moggers
Can't say I saw the others
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[His poor pompom]
We gotta find Mogwyn. He's gotta be somewhere.
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[When isn't he? Gotta be the most accident-prone moogle around, he swears.]
Yeah, it's not like it's that big of an island
Only so many places he could be hidi
Unless
You don't think he went through one of those rifts do you?