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A New Platform [Intro Post February]
On the Train
Three days after the Voidtreckers return to the void after their adventures on the biosphere world, they are awoken by a familiar announcement.
"Good morning passengers, it is day Sixteen of the month of Jelly. Points have been updated on the system."
They have indeed, and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train for a while will also be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.
"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. The fog seems thicker than usual and as they step out onto the platform they will find it is cold, very cold. Icy fog sticks to their clothing, makes it hard to see very far; the atmosphere is dark and gloomy.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Alexis Rhodes, Elfnein, Itsuki Myoudouin, Ken Ichijouji, MT, Neku Sakuraba, Nike Lemercier, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Rainbow Dash, Rei Saotome, Taichi Yagami, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Yuri Tsukikage and Zechs Merquise all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
But on the platform itself there are new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours, in various states of confusion.
For New Passengers
At first all they can see is steam, billowing around them as they come to their senses. As their eyes adjust, they will see they are on a platform, glass and dark stone rising in sturdy arches around them. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single track extending both ways into thick fog.
They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze; then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform is not large with sixteen figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. To both the left and right, tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out step a strange assortment of people. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple, though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.
The Train
After a short time, the doors hiss open again. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there's anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.
Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including several crates of avocados, the ingredient of the month of Jelly, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches full of spare blankets and pillows.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the freezing fog, and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again as it picks up speed.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog-filled sky.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding. As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady itself. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours.
Welcome to the Void!
Three days after the Voidtreckers return to the void after their adventures on the biosphere world, they are awoken by a familiar announcement.
"Good morning passengers, it is day Sixteen of the month of Jelly. Points have been updated on the system."
They have indeed, and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train for a while will also be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.
"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. The fog seems thicker than usual and as they step out onto the platform they will find it is cold, very cold. Icy fog sticks to their clothing, makes it hard to see very far; the atmosphere is dark and gloomy.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Alexis Rhodes, Elfnein, Itsuki Myoudouin, Ken Ichijouji, MT, Neku Sakuraba, Nike Lemercier, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Rainbow Dash, Rei Saotome, Taichi Yagami, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Yuri Tsukikage and Zechs Merquise all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
But on the platform itself there are new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours, in various states of confusion.
For New Passengers
At first all they can see is steam, billowing around them as they come to their senses. As their eyes adjust, they will see they are on a platform, glass and dark stone rising in sturdy arches around them. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single track extending both ways into thick fog.
They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze; then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform is not large with sixteen figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. To both the left and right, tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out step a strange assortment of people. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple, though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.
The Train
After a short time, the doors hiss open again. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there's anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.
Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including several crates of avocados, the ingredient of the month of Jelly, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches full of spare blankets and pillows.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the freezing fog, and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again as it picks up speed.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."
The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog-filled sky.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding. As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady itself. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours.
Welcome to the Void!
Daze
"Young Master Wei Wuxian." he hears the question and tilts his head, glancing at the train, "There is much to tell you. The train is only the beginning."
lmfa dsf im so sorry
Age doesn't make as much of an impact first, because it's enough seeing a dead man to not then wonder, oh, do you look younger than the last time I saw you, that time when you ended up dying under the combined influence of both your betrayed sworn brothers?
... Anyway. Cue the scoff of laughter, a shake of his head, and a look of apparent disbelief.
"I haven't been a young master in some time, ah, hearing you of all people say that makes my skin itch. Stand up, stand up, what am I supposed to say to a dead man bowing, Jin Guangyao? I didn't ask for it."
Slotting in that his time of recent memory is into the time of Meng Yao's future plottings, at minimum.
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Thus why he has promised to tell the truth to those who will be his sworn brothers: Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen. Nie Huaisang can have his word too - if it means anything - but the man can barely tolerate his existence.
"My name is Meng Yao. I have no connection to that other name, Guangyao, as of yet." he straightens as directed, gazing at Wei Wuxian directly, "I have been told of the future. I have begged for my life too. The truth of the matter is this: I have not committed those sins."
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He's not a man often given to grudges, and the cases where he'd sought revenge had been... much longer ago, really. Jin Guangyao's actions had found their own thorough resolution. What had already happened, none of that would change. It was done, water spilled and never to be collected into the jar it poured out of again. He accepts that, for all he's not done processing it himself, and may never be.
Yet holding on to bad things is not something he enjoys, so when he brings his hands up to try and pinch Meng Yao's cheeks, he smiles. "A-Yao," he says, pointedly over-intimate and rude with someone who was once both older, more respected, and more ruthless than he himself had been in all but his worst, "The truth is, you already did. Accept that. Then do better. If it feels unfair, deal with it. If it hurts, you have no more valid claim than any of those whose lives you ruined." If he'd managed to get a pinch in on Meng Yao's cheeks, he lets go, trying to pat Meng Yao's cheeks as follow-up before dropping his hands away. "Take on that responsibility like you didn't up to your death, then show everyone you can be better."
Second chances, to him, aren't in repeating the same mistakes. They're more about making new ones. He steps back and claps his hands, smiling without any emotion behind it, picture perfect. One social player to another, and with no malice, no anything in his expression. "What do you say?"
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"Nn..." he grimaces under the pinch and at the sound of the nickname, "I'm not sure about my motivations. Perhaps I should pay for it, but how can I do better, truly, if I don't understand it?"
Take on the responsibility, huh? His gaze is suddenly sharp, understanding the connection a bit too well.
"Is that how Wei Wuxian sees himself? What have you done to deserve such a verdict?"
The darkness in the other - so very absent the last time they met - hasn't gone unnoticed. He finds himself...intrigued. More than any decent man should be.
And then there is that smile. Meng Yao returns the expression sadly, brushing off his sleeves absently.
"I can only do my best."
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"You don't know? Who told you of your future, neglecting that? A-Yao, A-Yao, I think you do know. Don't discredit your own intelligence. It's something we all admired once, just like that clever tongue of yours." A flick of his fingers, in a faint sort of nod toward the truth of his own words.
He sighs, canting his head to the side in downplayed minor theatrics. "Still, if you'd like it stated simply and clearly," and he refrains from reaching out to tweak Meng Yao's nose, all those urges by then nothing but petty annoyances he'd act on simply to make the man twitch, "Think of it like so. You loved power, craved it and the respect to go along with it, more than anything or anyone else in the world. The truth was that uninspired." He clucks his tongue and shakes his head. If there'd been anything in Jin Guangyao that understood contentment, that hadn't been built on deepset insecurity and feelings of inferiority... hah. Too familiar, those things, but always its in what a man does with himself. Jin Guangyao had not done only harm in his time as chief cultivator, but he'd undermined his good with the depths of his personal bottomless abyss.
And it had been Meng Yao's undoing for having dragged Nie Huaisang in by speeding along the death of Nie Mingjue. Wei Wuxian has no illusions about how much would have been exposed if anything less than Nie Huaisang's mind and decade-plus long shadow game for revenge had been applied toward the silver tongued Jin Guangyao.
He doesn't bother answering on verdicts or self-evaluations. His faults have never been ones of power cravings, or the driving desire for respect. Meng Yao doesn't need more information to make use of; he gathers enough on his own, doesn't he? It's simply part of his nature, and that much Wei Wuxian has no trouble understanding. Knowing how to play your environment is a survival skill. As for the last?
"Do better than your best." Implied, heavily: be better. Then with a cheery tone, and a gives-no-fucks sort of thin smile: "Since your best last time involved murdering every stumbling block, I'd say that's an easy bottom line to raise."
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Wei Wuxian can be added to that list, it seems. His body tenses, waiting for another pinch or tease; no one has treated him with such affection - or carelessness. The urge to bite, to bare his teeth is strong, but he is too practiced at hiding his anger to let it show.
"I see you know less than I thought." his smile is quick, proper, polite, "I crave love. Power is a sure way to achieve it for most men. I see that is not a path I can take. I have no intention of endangering those I care for most."
Nie Mingjue... Headless... And Lan Xichen in full mourning. Even Huaisang's raw agony bothers him. His dreams never included those details. If he doesn't take control, if he gives up his twisted connection with his father, what will he have? Who will he be?
Just Meng Yao. Does just Meng Yao deserve the love of men as lofty as the Nies and the Lans?
"I take it you will kill me if I fail?" he states the inquiry quietly, voice remarkably steady. There are things he fears more than death.
"If it is any comfort, I have no desire to kill anyone. Even an angry Wei Wuxian who thinks so very little of me." Meng Yao's expression turns ironic, yet there is a slight detachment to it too. This is how he deals with pain. He buries it deep and lets it build and build. Nie Mingjue had been guiding him, helping him set his feet on a new, murder-less path, but that dear man has returned home.
"I suggest you find your Lan Wangji and heal."
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"A-Yao! I just said no murdering, now you want me to be your murderer? No, stop, stop. I'll defend the ones I care about from all threats I can; I'm not your executioner."
In attempting to sling an arm across his shoulders, he tries to tug him slightly off balance to note, actually more cheerful now, "You're cuter at this age, you know? Maybe now you think love is going to be enough. The problem, of many problems, is craving love isn't enough if you can't accept when it's given to you. Or can't treasure what it is." A loss of that cheer, a direct, unplayful tone of voice. "You were not unloved, A-Yao. Don't make the mistake of assuming what your devious, dark head tells you is the truth of anyone else's mind, heart, or soul."
Thinking one's self not worthy of loving, or what it means to be loved, is... something learned. A work in progress. A reason why he was both amused and confused by find your Lan Wangji and heal, as if there was any process so simple, and how exactly that was supposed to work, even if for a moment it was a nice thought, that Lan Zhan had been pulled here too. Perhaps unfair to the world that'd left him as Chief Cultivator, so no, he couldn't say he wished that; when Lan Zhan left that office, unlike his predecessors, Wei Wuxian knew it would be alive and well and above all, with will and grace.
His voice dropped, only talking for Meng Yao, no smiles, simply serious.
"A-Yao, do you understand yet what I mean when I say be better?"