Jump 413: Nier

Jump #413: Nier
>King of Wands: One who is forceful, charismatic, and honest, leading by example, but unafraid to invest authority in others.
>Location: Tokyo, Japan, 2003
>Identity: Drop-In
>Drawbacks: (+300) Snow Storm
... GODDAMN ENDING E, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.
>Only Make One Trip (Free, Drop-In)
Well, at least I don't have to worry so much about being overly careful about what I break, if I'll always be able to get what I need from whatever I take on.
>The Old World (1200, Drop-In)
It seems like my jumps are starting to bleed into each other. It was bound to happen eventually.
>WCJ (1000, Drop-In)
Hmm. If I ever end up going somewhere that someone puts forth an honest effort to steal my magic, it'll certainly be amusing...
>Stat Book (900, Drop-In)
This is actually just a neat little trinket, but it's neat enough to spend the points on.
>Save File (600, Drop-In)
To be honest, I'm not so crazy about this as an extra life (and though that IS useful, I already have ten or so) as opposed to being able to use it on others, including people erased from existence outright.
>Lunar Tears (0)
It's not SCP-500, but then, I've got a bottle of that in the warehouse - this is a heck of a way to cure what ails you, though. Plus, lunar tea is delicious and will cure the common cold!

At the very outset of the jump, I'm standing in a city street and looking upward, staring at an improbable sight. A red dragon has fallen from the sky and is being cordoned off by the military - wait, was that freaking Angelus? - and some sort of white giant is falling to pieces, gritty dust falling to the streets and catching on the breeze.

A momentary application of unfocused precognition and I shift myself into gear immediately. Technopathy is the first thing on the agenda - kick the sirens throughout Tokyo and outlying areas back on, cut Japan off of the internet and make the country basically go dark. Hijack NHK and other broadcast systems, send out a shelter in place warning.

Second on the agenda: manifest clones and do some quick and dirty ritual magic. Seven out of the eight quarter-power clones that I manifest are sufficient to fire up a ritual to outright stop the weather for ten miles around, which means the air currents that were starting to carry that material halt, and the particles begin very slowly falling to earth instead. Clone number eight does a quick scry and teleports to where a meeting is being held by the top echelons of the Japanese government, to fill them in - there was a dimensional breach, it got the attention of something else that travels between dimensions (that is, me) and my chosen role is to prevent fallout from a hole being punched between worlds.

Meanwhile my real self grabs a handful of what looks like very finely sifted salt to analyze it with postcognition, and gets (ERROR 61: OUT OF SCISSORS) one hell of a migraine, if briefly, from trying to read the past of something that exists in multiple dimensions at once. Also, those gods' nature is just WEIRD. Once I take a few minutes to shake it, the warning being sent across Japan changes to a radiological biological chemical alert - the ritual magic's taken root and there won't be the slightest gust of wind anywhere near Tokyo for the next 96 hours. There are a lot of unhappy government officials, but I point out that I was able to literally teleport in, and left unchecked they're going to end up with something akin to a zombie apocalypse, except arguably worse. Which pretty much shuts them up.

With the magic of mass-produced clones wearing JSSDF uniforms, mass-produced raw material for building, and mass-producted (if seemingly cheap) military trucks, a number of tall concrete walls rapidly cordon off sections of the city and the evacuation begins. There are a number of intermediary camps that people end up going to, and it takes weeks to properly check everyone as the cleanup of Tokyo takes place using various methods.

The ruins of the dead god are cleaned up and placed in sealed shipping containers, in the form of cubes of salt a meter on a side, sealed in plastic. Only about fifteen hundred people end up needing to consume Lunar Tears thanks to having accidentally ingested salt - the shelter-in-place warning was more effective than I dared hope.

Judicious use of scrying and precognition saw to the remainder of the cleanup, and I helped broker a deal between Japan and America to launch all of the salt into space and deposit it onto the moon. Sure, it required quite a significant investment, but frankly... it was too dangerous to do otherwise. It was fortunate that, even compacted, the salt had nearly no mass; meanwhile, Japan's study of the dead dragon was yielding... rather interesting results. But frankly, I didn't care about that, because it didn't lead to anything apocalyptic.

The salt was launched into orbit, and a separate orbiter was itself assembled in orbit to take all of the salt at once. I had to intervene twice to stop sabotage of the salt being launched, because people are apparently insane, but two interventions in four dozen rocket launches is actually not all that bad. The salt was sent to the moon, and... really, that was about it. Apocalypse averted.

The technologies needed to achieve all of this were easily achieved, though it required some outside investment (thank you CruxCorp), and the end result was an Earth slightly less militaristically inclined and ahead of the expected tech curve.

Well, until Japan started making breakthroughs research magic, but that's a whole different matter, and frankly it was inferior to the materia I'd been putting other parts of their government to work researching and replicating anyway so it was at best a forgotten footnote in world history by the time a decade had passed.

Also according to my precognition, aliens invaded a few centuries later, and couldn't parse the magic. It was hilarious.