#ooc: information age any% world record coming right up; no need to even pass through the industrial revolution first to get there

[moonlight-eternal]

Okay so, technology in this world runs mostly on things called "computer chips" or "circuitboards", there's probably one big one called the motherboard and maybe a couple little ones all hooked together inside your holocaster there. Each chip is a flat plate etched with tiny channels like special runes, and we put lightning magic into them, and the lightning flows down the channels and sometimes it can pass through a gate and sometimes it can't and the flow changes based on the shape of the runes and how much initial lightning we put into the channels in which spots. Got it so far?

Software is like a set of instructions for a circuitboard, to open or close its gates so that the magic flows through it in a particular way. Every action you do on the device sends a cascade of lightning magic which results in whatever you wanted to do happening on the screen, or over the network to other devices, and a software update just modifies the way the tiny lightning moves inside so it can do more things, or different things. You can download new software and the computer chips will modify themselves to use the new instructions.

...Just be careful when downloading things off the internet. If you see something advertising hot single women in your area, don't click it, there's probably bad software attached which will make your device do things worse instead of better.

........Hmm. That does make a little bit of sense. I still believe the most help would come from seeing such a thing firsthand, and testing mine own magic upon it, though my knowledge of lightning came from father Gwyn, whose use thereof was in felling dragons and thus far beyond the realm of fine-scale control.

It would be an interesting project, nonetheless. Another subject to study while I remain unable to find my way home, and perhaps even a technology I could learn to replicate in Lordran one day.

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Kyle, Kyle, Kyle... We both know how I feel about the complication that is Kyle Davidson. To say he’s changed since we last saw him would be the understatement of the century, and Kyle is a completely different person physically and mentally than he was back in 2017. The last twelve months have been hard on Kyle, and some might even say that he resembles the other version of himself more than he resembles the version that we all grew to know and love over seventeen months on Elysium. Kyle not only has to reintroduce himself into New York City, but he has to do so with a target on his back and a bunch of other wolves that he’s supposed to watch out for. We’ll see what gets him first: the hunters or a stroke from the amount of stress that he must be under. We’ll see if this rugged alpha can survive being back in the big city, and if it all falls apart, I’m sure there’s more than one person chomping at the bit to take his place. Welcome (back) to Elysium!!

OOC INFO

Name: Izzy Age: 23 Timezone: PST Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Previous RP Experience: [RFP] Activity Level: 7-8 Anything Else: N/A

IC INFO

Character Name: Kyle Davidson What has your character been doing for the past year?

When Kyle looked out the window, seeing a vast wasteland before him instead of a few feet parting him from another building, it hurt. It hurt to be able to hear those of his pack members that stayed home for the night rather than venturing out in the town, talking to their loved ones on prepaid phones they had to receive after trading in their usual means of communication. Safety – that was what it all was, but it hurt. Just like the wars before, Canada was a neutral zone. You go to Canada or you go to die. Right after various cities put forth a martial law to protect those humans citizens that the supernatural “posed” a threat to, he had tried to hang in. Every night, there was a curfew so that he knew where his pack was, what they were doing, and that they were safe from those trying to kill him. In all fairness, it was the humans that became the danger, not the supernatural. When it became legal for hunters to come and kill any supernatural on sight, he tightened his grip. After his trade deal to sell the liquor whose alcoholic content could influence supernaturals, he had finally put his business degree to the test. That was what he needed, so he told the mass, but the larger reason was because of how Kaden needed him. Kyle knew that he couldn’t just leave her how she was, he loved her too much to do that. If he left, that meant he was just igniting the bomb that would eventually blow.

Not even a month passed before the real provocation came in the form of one of his wolves dying. Michael had always been a wild card, one that Kyle felt he had to watch closer than the rest of those he trusted to be in his pack. In his opinion, it was Michael’s fault, but the more logical opinion made it his fault. He shouldn’t have made them all stay because of his pride and ties to Kaden. It was selfish, and that self-absorbed decision cost a life. After speaking to the pack, and ultimately to Kaden, he gave the pack a week to wrap things up before they left. Canada welcomed supernaturals, that was their destination. As defeated, distressed, and disheartened as Kyle felt leaving his home – both New York City, his friends… Kaden – he left Strange Brew in the hands of Kevin to manage while he was gone, only doing things until he got Kyle’s consent, of course. In the week, he made agreements with other supernaturals to keep an eye for him, mostly on Kaden, but the majority of his city. He also finalized his divorce with Kaden, something they had meant to do yet didn’t. Being forced out of New York because of the dangers it posed tore Kyle up the most, and it was the beginning of where his internal bitterness began.

After picking up a warlock on the way, he chose Quebec province as his home, a place called Maniwaki. The mayor was a werewolf, it only seemed naturally. Plus, the fact that his pack had acquired a name for itself, the mayor was all but ecstatic to welcome such a pack into his town. He already had to learn French since it was a pre-dominantly French speaking province, he had to get used to the quiet that the small town brought, and it was beyond difficult to learn the currency. They had enough pay phones for him to get in touch with Kaden and Kevin accordingly, his mother once a week, but the town was easy to find for other wolves. Kyle regretted his status a month later – a long month of getting used to things he began to loathe. The first Alpha that approached him was from Montreal, wanting to size up the Alpha that ran away from his home to take over his own. It was a nasty battle, one that left a scar on Kyle’s back that was hard for Isaac to heal. He was all too familiar with becoming a wolf outside of the full moon, yet after the fight that he barely won, it left Kyle exhausted and too weak to not assist the healing of his wounds.

By four months, he had fought two other Alphas that came from Michigan and California, acquired four more members to his pack that vowed themselves to the one that defeated their Alpha. Those four he doesn’t trust as much as his original pack, but it takes remembering that they’re gathering for strength. Strength that the humans don’t want and strength that wolves yearn for as a whole. Four months in and Kyle began to not call back home as much. There weren’t any updates apart from how Strange Brew’s business was running and the wavering voice of a girl losing herself. He had nothing to tell, how could he tell them people were trying to kill him for wanting to protect his people? Those were his brothers and sisters he was managing, what was wrong with the world? Just like Kaden did, Kyle began to fall into his own mind’s trap. People didn’t see him as much. Not many jokes were said anymore, and his usual humour dimmed to a record-breaking low. All he did was make plans that would never be executed, protocols for if something happened, and build his human self while strengthening his wolf. He also made every one of his wolves do the same since they longer had the magic that strengthened that portion of them anymore.

At his half year mark, Kyle was almost unrecognizable. There was no sexualizing jokes as there used to be. No smile would show on his face for weeks, nor did his eyes shine. It personality was hard from the way it was weathered by the hatred both supernaturals and his kind displayed. Two more of his wolves were killed by stray hunters, hunters that were annihilated by him. The only time people saw him as the lovable giant they had originally known was when he was a bottle of scotch in and Star Wars was on – their go to way of softening the rock. He was homesick, he was hurting, and, most of all, he was angry. Kyle was furious that the world had gone to what he had done. Only once did he return to the city, he hadn’t even told his pack or anyone in Brooklyn he was coming. He just showed up, and oh, how much he needed it. A simple hug from Kevin, a night being held by Kaden. It was stronger than seven bags of morphine put together. He had lost himself along the way, and seeing the reason he needed to be safe – apart from the obvious he saw every day – was enough to put him back on his feet.

You can say it was a depression that hit Kyle and changed him, or the woes that the humans bestowed upon him. Whatever the case, leaving New York City for the greater good of thirty wolves and the safety of those he loved was all worth it to have them alive. Even if he never learned to like hockey, hates French food, and still thinks Canadian bagged milk is the oddest thing ever. His wolves needed a leader, and he gave it to them every day they stayed alive.

Why did your character decide to stay in the city/decide to come back?

Cue a month before Kyle fully returned with one-third of his pack and when talks of the group and pack ban were going through city officials. Just as he needed to go to regain his strength, this time it was to scope the majority. Things had died down immensely, and after talking to his cousin first and foremost to get a hunter’s view on the traffic of supernatural, he went to Kaden’s graduation. As he had done before, he hadn’t told anyone he was coming apart from Tarryn so they could be prompt when they met. Not informing the people he knew of his arrivals was for their safety, not his. At that point, Kyle knew how to stand up for himself far better than anybody else in his opinion. After surprising her at her graduation, he enjoyed the whole night being with her, and also seeing how much she had spiraled into an insanity that her brother’s death had brought. It was almost immediate when he returned to Canada the day after to pick those who would go to New York when the ban was lifted, and the day after it was, they were pack. Not everyone, since that big of an influx of wolves would set the target immensely high on everyone, but those he knew would be smart on their own. Canada had done them all dirty, they all left it either more wise, more bitter, more smart, whatever it was. One thing he was sure to do with them, however, was to register their identity to ensure the hunters had no business messing with them. Being registered meant you had been accepted, and if a hunter so much as tried shooting at them, immediate retaliation would follow. That was all Kyle had been waiting for, safety measures in the city that made it illegal now for others to hurt his people. It had happened and he reacted with those he trusted immediately. It had taken them long enough.

What is their opinion on the supernatural/human conflict? Are they pro-supernatural, pro-equality, or pro-human when it comes to their ideal future power structure?

In Kyle’s opinion, the humans brought everything on themselves. The many officials whose children got bit by either a werewolf or vampire. Every little so-called attack that was made by humans wanting the supernatural to look worse. He hasn’t outwardly said it, but the distaste Kyle holds upon talks of humans fighting against supernaturals or simply voicing anything about supernaturals in general gets him heated and has him pro-supernatural. How can they not see what a benefit it is to have such beings around? How the witches gave them their herbs and spells to profit their healths for centuries. Vampires… Well, they lived forever, he guesses. But werewolves? Had an injury that stunted your life? Had cancer and were dying? Becoming a werewolf cured those things. What were humans able to do without that kind of assistance? It had been there for so long, after all, Kyle had been a human for the majority of his life and it was all so much better now that he was a werewolf, how could they be so idiotic? The supernatural had managed for centuries without the humans, and he thinks it’s their turn to run things. Not someone who can’t appeal to the entirety.