Real & Half-Real: Chapter 1 - The Portal and the Plan

[unsheathedfromreality]

Who: The Committee to Rescue Illarion from His Very Stupid Mistake
What: Building a portal to bust into a pocket dimension and strategizing what to do once they get there. All extremely advisable science.
When: Early-mid April
Where: Throughout Trench, and in parts beyond it

It's been weeks since Illarion's disappearance in the fight against Leviathan, and scarcely fewer weeks since his Omen Iskierka began papering Trench with notes on his whereabouts. The shrike's friends and loved ones have not been idle during that time, and now their plans begin coming to fruition.

It's time to get him out of the nightmare he's trapped in--but first, they've got to break their way in, and they've got to have a plan.

[[ Part of the Real & Half-Real player plot! Navigate to other plot posts: [OOC] Interest Check | [IC] Prologue | [IC] Iskierka's Notes ]]

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[justoscar]

"This seems like a situation where breaking into teams would be the quickest way to do it,"

Oscar chimed in, wary but attentive. He had been quiet up until this point-- and, given the fragments of information he understood about many parties involved, he knew this wasn't his fight.

But, he had a promise to keep... And for a creampuff he wasn't half bad at strategy.

"It's just pooling our resources and seeing who goes where. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly a front lines guy-- and it looks like a few of us are in that category. We're going to have to get creative."

[peripheries]

"I agree. So we need to figure out how to form the teams and.. who wants to go where."

He huffs, he can't think of easy configurations. Strategy has never really been his strong suit, he was used to following directions more than anything.

"I want to kill Preservation and Domnika."

[justoscar]

Those were high aspirations-- and for a moment Oscar was taken aback by the sheer intensity that all but radiated off of Kaworu. His Paleblood senses were highly sensitized after recent incidents which he shall not discuss.

The fact that his theft from the locked study had kickstarted a wild string of affairs that included Oscar being ejected from his body and in the space between dreams once more was both unsettling and embarrassing. No one unnecessary needed to know about his limited ability to be polite with his newfound telepathic abilities and beyond.

That, and he barely knew Kaworu beyond terrible allergies and being picky with food. There was something more, and he recognized that.

After all, wasn't Oscar himself similar?

"I feel like I need to be on the airship... But everything I'm hearing about Domnika reminds me of someone I met before."

Someone with limpid black eyes and a sweet smile-- both of which could turn more brutal than the unending cold at the bottom of the ocean in an instant.

"I know it doesn't apply... But having some kind of insight must be worth something."

[peripheries]

"We are likely to rely on the airship to travel. If the world is shifting and expanding as Sayo said then it's the only thing that can make us move fast enough until we find something else. Which, we should so we can split up."

The airship... that's a detail that he's not focused on. It's part of the background to him. Something that he knows will be there and he finds little reason to think of it more.

Then he glances up, red eyes darker than usual. "Oh, and what might that be?"

[justoscar]

"manipulation."

He said the word slowly, carefully enunciating the syllables to make them clear. That was the true common denominator with all of the people he has struggled against-- they were either manipulating the board or being manipulated by others.

"She may try a divide and conquer method. I... I've seen kingdoms fall to that tactic."

There was no uncertainty in his tone as he spoke. Rather, there were hints of something more that he couldn't contain, like grief and regret.

"If we can figure out the rules to her game, we can probably beat her."