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A New Platform [Intro Post May]
On the Train
Like clockwork, the Voidtreckers are awoken by a familiar message this morning.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Llama. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will 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 air is sticky and warm, the windows almost immediately dewing over with the humidity outside.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Azula, Prisoner, Amery Vallet, Dyme Graydon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yoite, Piccolo, Bulla Brief, Xie Lian, Kurosaki Ichigo, Hua Cheng, Renee Corbin, and Ran Mouri; 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 find themselves on a platform, rich wood and pale stone forming a natural, tree-like structure overhead. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into thick fog. The air is rainforest-hot, and the sound of frogsong can be faintly heard over the drip of the artificial canopy.
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 fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, and seems smaller with twenty-eight figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. 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 pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. 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.
Behind them, the doors close, and the train is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform.
The Train
After a short time, the fog clears and 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 nori, the ingredient of the month of Llama, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For each member of Purple Team, a small silver box with their name on it contains a glittery cupcake.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, but at least they won't be alone in their confusion - since the sleeper carriages are now double-decker, and experience isn't going to avail the passengers in finding their rooms.
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.
The new double carriage's transfer ICP is active, allowing people to move to a double room should they meet the requirements with another person, though they'll have to move their belongings themselves.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, 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!
Like clockwork, the Voidtreckers are awoken by a familiar message this morning.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Llama. Points have been updated on the system."
With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will 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 air is sticky and warm, the windows almost immediately dewing over with the humidity outside.
As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Azula, Prisoner, Amery Vallet, Dyme Graydon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yoite, Piccolo, Bulla Brief, Xie Lian, Kurosaki Ichigo, Hua Cheng, Renee Corbin, and Ran Mouri; 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 find themselves on a platform, rich wood and pale stone forming a natural, tree-like structure overhead. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single set of tracks extending both ways into thick fog. The air is rainforest-hot, and the sound of frogsong can be faintly heard over the drip of the artificial canopy.
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 fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, and seems smaller with twenty-eight figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. 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 pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. 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.
Behind them, the doors close, and the train is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform.
The Train
After a short time, the fog clears and 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 nori, the ingredient of the month of Llama, as well as all sundries.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. For each member of Purple Team, a small silver box with their name on it contains a glittery cupcake.
New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, but at least they won't be alone in their confusion - since the sleeper carriages are now double-decker, and experience isn't going to avail the passengers in finding their rooms.
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.
The new double carriage's transfer ICP is active, allowing people to move to a double room should they meet the requirements with another person, though they'll have to move their belongings themselves.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air, 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!
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It did seem to lessen the effect, but enough to say Emporio would remain forever? That's.. harder to predict.
There's a moment where he backtracks through the conversation - other people with the star mark, Joestars of course, and his smile is a touch more amused. "Ah, you likely mean my great grandnephews and such. I, Dio, am a vampire, the dead can't breed like that. But it is ... good to know their numbers are growing! A few more boys, and a young lady as well sounds more hopeful for a bit more diversity. This one or two every generation thing is simply not going to build a lasting dynasty."
Pucci's brother is running around, that's somehow not a surprise - but obviously hobbled if the world hadn't gone to snails. He's content to accept that much.
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Oh. He crosses his arms. "...I don't know...I feel like if 'gravity' was working in the way it does in our worlds, I wouldn't have even been allowed to meet you. I mean..." He winces, albeit sympathetically. "...You were... ...you were supposed to be 'the bad guy'. ...The reason everything happened, or at least...that's how we knew that name at home. ...I don't think I'd have been able to meet you, or...or decide you're not, if-"
He pauses, realizing something. "Oh- Uh, backing up a bit actually...they're definitely your sons- from what I heard from the ones I met, and especially from Donatello when he was here on the train, that's exactly what Pucci told them when he gathered them together." For that matter, if personality traits can be inherited, he absolutely got Dio's thing about fate. Definitely.
The boy frowns, considering. "...You're definitely sure you can't have kids..?" Hmmmmmmmm.
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"But in truth.. if I, Dio, must admit it, there was someone very dear to me who overlooked what Fate wished for me, and inevitably extended a hand in kindness and understanding. It killed him in the end, and the reasons mattered not to all who followed, only that it happened. I would not see you set on a similar path." He studies the far wall, brow furrowed. "No, it may be best that if that is the path gravity desires of you, that you at least play lip service to its whims. The train, of course, would prevent anything from going too far.."
And he wasn't keen on battling a child anyway. He'd have to discover what it was exactly Fate had in mind, and how it could be edged around, with the diminished effect of being out-of-universe caused..
There's a sigh at the idea of having kids. Would he have minded? Not at all, not with the right person, in the right time.. but Pucci clearly has some things awry. "Enrico might not have quite realized the implications of being over a century old and a vampire besides," he says dismissively. "Dead flesh creates no seed, and I'm certain that 'cloning' thing that's popped up on the news has not been brought to bear. However I could see where he might ... make a mistake, should he stumble across some Joestar scion that doesn't fit the mold of the determined hero, out to save the world."
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The less they find out about that the better though, and...well. Emporio opts to keep from disagreeing any further out loud when it seems the matter is more personal than he guessed. Instead, for the sake of the one who was apparently dear to Dio, he gives a slow nod.
But this matter of Pucci versus Dio in terms of the others...particularly Donatello...
"...I don't know... ...Donatello said he looked a bit like his mom, but that most of his looks probably came from his dad..." Hmmm. "Jolyne and her dad both had black hair... ...I don't think she had any uncles or aunts though, and honestly Don doesn't really resemble either of them either..." Well.
Hrm. "Hmmm... ...both of the two I met definitely weren't heroes..." He hasn't really got as much to say about Rikiel though. "...but..."
The boy winces. "The thing is... ...Donatello in particular kind of...sounds a bit like you? Not that much!" he hastily adds, "Just..."
... "The relation with Fate. ...He... ...He always talked about Fate as something that was against him, something that he had to defeat, when he was here. So it seems strange, to think that you wouldn't be related..." Personality might not be an inherited trait but...well. It's just weird!
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"Such desires are not inheritable. They may be the result of being raised similarly! But I know for certain, I, Dio, am nothing like my father, and I... have not had the opportunity to raise any child to take after my ideals." Which is honestly probably for the best, he didn't think his situations would make very good environments for small children.
He holds up a hand as if to forestall any follow-up argument, the smile fading, but not into seriousness exactly. "But do not get me wrong. My brother also loathed what fate had inflicted upon us. I do not doubt I am in some fashion related to this friend of yours, the mark is alone a sign of that! A Joestar by any other name still bears the astral sign. And perhaps they are, after some hundred and thirty years, growing tired of dancing to gravity's tune. It is... good to hear. Even if it isn't all of them, that some might be interested in breaking away."
Explaining that even if he did have children, it wouldn't be any of his genes involved to begin with because he stole his brother's body was really far too complicated to explain to a child, so he's not even going there. "Ah. I think I would have liked to speak to kin that share even some of my ideas, after so long."
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He suspects he won't understand much of anything even if he asks for clarification. "...Maybe he'll come back one day," he ultimately says, nodding slowly.
Something has been...bugging him though. "...You said things about the dead, and about knowing people from more than a century ago... ...How...is that possible?" He'll accept it, sure- but...he's got to ask. He's got to! It wasn't as if Dio was ever noted as being vampiric to him.
Just terrible, supposedly.
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Instead of a straight answer, he raises one hand, and The World melts through the nearest wall, gleaming and golden. He fully expects the boy to react to the Stand's presence, which will be revealing in of itself. He must have one of his own, though the thought of someone so young being struck by the arrow was abhorrent.
"There are many things in our world, boy, than are explained by mortal understanding." Like Stands! "Their gifts are manifold, and can have unexpected results over time."
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Problem, the way Dio has presented this has left a gaping hole for misunderstanding. "...So...your Stand made you live longer then, is what you're saying..?"
He can't really be blamed for reaching this conclusion,
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"Among other things, yes. But not only that." What's easier to believe, Stands or vampirism? "With the power of my Stand alongside the vampirism granted me decades ago, I imagine if I'm careful I might well live forever."
Actually he's probably going to die in another several hours if he returns home, isn't fate a bitch? "Were I, Dio, to grant you the gift of undeath, without a Stand which compliments such a thing, I could not say how long you would endure." There's a long moment's pause, as his Stand glances at him almost in askance. "I do not intend to do any such thing," he adds, almost as if prompted.
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...Well in any case. Stands. Definitely Stands, are the more easy to believe.
There's a bit of rapid blinking- by the time he can even comprehend the first part, Dio has said his peace. "Uh- I don't know what it would take to compliment it, but I think I'm fine..!" He's only a kid after all!! "That's really amazing though... ...uh, if it's okay to ask, how does yours help with that then?"