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voidtreckerexpress2021-08-09 08:52 am
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How about if I just hide
Who: Little One and People
Where: Around the Hire carriage and other locations
When: Between day 13 and day 22 of Merriment
What: Little One hired the fancy carriage for a week and blew over a hundred points on junk food snacks because that was easier than processing anything that happened on the last mission.
Warnings: Child assassin stuff might come up, sickness mention in last prompt
[Before the Platform. Closed to roommates if they want.] Once she had made her way to her room after the mission she hadn't left. She had enough stashed food to not need to leave her bed except to go to the bathroom, always when she could hear no one out in the corridor. Most of the train had been sleeping then, all exhausted from saving everyone and so she could pretend to be as well. To hide under the blankets and pretend to sleep.
She hadn't slept though, not properly. Only when the train forced it. Instead she had thought a lot. Memories that weren't hers, memories that belonged to Buttercup Sanzo mixed with memories that were her own.
It was stupid, she hated it all. It had all been fake, that world, a family, friends, a world where she was not only liked but also powerful.
That wasn't for her. She was not Buttercup Sanzo. She wasn't even Buttercup. That was just a name Tony had given her. Over a year ago. A name she had started to almost think about as her own.
But it wasn't. It wasn't hers. She had no name. She didn't have a family. Her sister was gone and for what? She had obeyed orders to prove herself, to show that she was loyal to the shadow god but then she had been whisked away to this train. She had broken every rule. She barely prayed anymore. She hadn't killed anyone. Monsters yes. People trying to end worlds yes. She had stabbed people she knew, when she had been Buttercup Sanzo and she felt bad for that.
She shouldn't feel bad about that. It was what she had been made for. A hand to hold a dagger, a soul to do the shadow god's work. But then this train. This stupid train had torn her from all of that and put her in this place with people who were so Good and yet nothing like she had been taught they would be like. They cared for each other. They loved, they argued, they threw their everything into saving strangers on distant worlds and she did too.
They saved her when she got into trouble. They fed her sweets and they asked nothing in return. They gave her no orders outside of combat. They taught her. She hated them all and yet deep inside she knew it was a lot more complicated than that.
But as complicated as all that was she had at least gotten used to it this last year. That city had been something else.
A father. A brother. Knowing that even if she messed up she would get to be part of their family. Just thinking about it made her furious. Was it possible to be jelous at a fake version of yourself?
Because the more she thought about it the more she hated Buttercup Sanzo. But more than any of that she hated that it had been done to her at all. That her mind had been twisted. That she had gotten stuck and even attacked those she knew.
So she lay and she fumed and pretended to sleep.
[Day 16 and Beyond. Hire carriage corridor] Curiosity had her leave her room. Platform days were always interesting. People arrived. People left.
She watched those that walked away. She knows a couple of them but one she knows very well indeed.
Priestess Lightning. She had met her on her very first day. Back when there had only been ten of them. Now there was just... Eva and Peter. They were all who were left.
She couldn't cope with this. It was too much. She didn't even want to be in her room anymore. Didn't want to see anyone. The train was bustling, people felt better and new people were arriving. She didn't want any part in this.
She found her way to the hire carriage, she had lots of points. She was good at this job even if it was not one she had chosen. She put in the information and paid the points for a week. There. She could hide here.
It had an ICP with access to all the films in the cinema and so that was perfect. Horror films were a good way to de-stress.
As were sweets. Through the next few days the only times she could be found was when she snuck down to the nearest shop terminal to buy some sweets or chocolate or a bottle of fizzy drink.
[Day Nineteen, throughout the train.] By day nineteen she felt a bit more confident to do a supply run. She aimed for late at night when most people should be asleep.
Library first, to nab a couple of books, some magazines. Horror films were great but her mind wouldn't settle, she needed more things to stop it from thinking.
Another run to the shop, more sweets, more chocolate. The game room to grab a pack of cards.
Last stop kitchen. She grabbed cheese and biscuits. Any cakes that she could nab. Never all of anything, one here, one there. She wanted hot milk and honey... She glanced around. It was quiet now so hopefully she would have enough time to make it, before anyone walked in.
[Day Twenty One, Medical]
She had woken up when the train had returned her to bed with stomach pains so bad she just wanted to curl up and scream. She had curled up, tried to watch a film. But she hurt too much, she felt like she wanted to throw up. But she couldn't.
She couldn't be sick. Even safe inside here where she was bothering no one. Being sick made her useless and though she couldn't argue that watching films for the last few days had been useful... She knew that if needed, she could have left. If ordered she would be ready.
But if she's sick. She can't. But being sick on the train isn't like being sick in Gauig. They have medicine here. She knows very little about medical but soon she is on a quest, to sneak in and grab what she can.
Sneaking into the medical carriage is a lot harder than getting into the kitchen, but she moves quietly, stays low and makes no sound even as she feels terrible, her stomach roils and she wants to cry out.
Where: Around the Hire carriage and other locations
When: Between day 13 and day 22 of Merriment
What: Little One hired the fancy carriage for a week and blew over a hundred points on junk food snacks because that was easier than processing anything that happened on the last mission.
Warnings: Child assassin stuff might come up, sickness mention in last prompt
[Before the Platform. Closed to roommates if they want.] Once she had made her way to her room after the mission she hadn't left. She had enough stashed food to not need to leave her bed except to go to the bathroom, always when she could hear no one out in the corridor. Most of the train had been sleeping then, all exhausted from saving everyone and so she could pretend to be as well. To hide under the blankets and pretend to sleep.
She hadn't slept though, not properly. Only when the train forced it. Instead she had thought a lot. Memories that weren't hers, memories that belonged to Buttercup Sanzo mixed with memories that were her own.
It was stupid, she hated it all. It had all been fake, that world, a family, friends, a world where she was not only liked but also powerful.
That wasn't for her. She was not Buttercup Sanzo. She wasn't even Buttercup. That was just a name Tony had given her. Over a year ago. A name she had started to almost think about as her own.
But it wasn't. It wasn't hers. She had no name. She didn't have a family. Her sister was gone and for what? She had obeyed orders to prove herself, to show that she was loyal to the shadow god but then she had been whisked away to this train. She had broken every rule. She barely prayed anymore. She hadn't killed anyone. Monsters yes. People trying to end worlds yes. She had stabbed people she knew, when she had been Buttercup Sanzo and she felt bad for that.
She shouldn't feel bad about that. It was what she had been made for. A hand to hold a dagger, a soul to do the shadow god's work. But then this train. This stupid train had torn her from all of that and put her in this place with people who were so Good and yet nothing like she had been taught they would be like. They cared for each other. They loved, they argued, they threw their everything into saving strangers on distant worlds and she did too.
They saved her when she got into trouble. They fed her sweets and they asked nothing in return. They gave her no orders outside of combat. They taught her. She hated them all and yet deep inside she knew it was a lot more complicated than that.
But as complicated as all that was she had at least gotten used to it this last year. That city had been something else.
A father. A brother. Knowing that even if she messed up she would get to be part of their family. Just thinking about it made her furious. Was it possible to be jelous at a fake version of yourself?
Because the more she thought about it the more she hated Buttercup Sanzo. But more than any of that she hated that it had been done to her at all. That her mind had been twisted. That she had gotten stuck and even attacked those she knew.
So she lay and she fumed and pretended to sleep.
[Day 16 and Beyond. Hire carriage corridor] Curiosity had her leave her room. Platform days were always interesting. People arrived. People left.
She watched those that walked away. She knows a couple of them but one she knows very well indeed.
Priestess Lightning. She had met her on her very first day. Back when there had only been ten of them. Now there was just... Eva and Peter. They were all who were left.
She couldn't cope with this. It was too much. She didn't even want to be in her room anymore. Didn't want to see anyone. The train was bustling, people felt better and new people were arriving. She didn't want any part in this.
She found her way to the hire carriage, she had lots of points. She was good at this job even if it was not one she had chosen. She put in the information and paid the points for a week. There. She could hide here.
It had an ICP with access to all the films in the cinema and so that was perfect. Horror films were a good way to de-stress.
As were sweets. Through the next few days the only times she could be found was when she snuck down to the nearest shop terminal to buy some sweets or chocolate or a bottle of fizzy drink.
[Day Nineteen, throughout the train.] By day nineteen she felt a bit more confident to do a supply run. She aimed for late at night when most people should be asleep.
Library first, to nab a couple of books, some magazines. Horror films were great but her mind wouldn't settle, she needed more things to stop it from thinking.
Another run to the shop, more sweets, more chocolate. The game room to grab a pack of cards.
Last stop kitchen. She grabbed cheese and biscuits. Any cakes that she could nab. Never all of anything, one here, one there. She wanted hot milk and honey... She glanced around. It was quiet now so hopefully she would have enough time to make it, before anyone walked in.
[Day Twenty One, Medical]
She had woken up when the train had returned her to bed with stomach pains so bad she just wanted to curl up and scream. She had curled up, tried to watch a film. But she hurt too much, she felt like she wanted to throw up. But she couldn't.
She couldn't be sick. Even safe inside here where she was bothering no one. Being sick made her useless and though she couldn't argue that watching films for the last few days had been useful... She knew that if needed, she could have left. If ordered she would be ready.
But if she's sick. She can't. But being sick on the train isn't like being sick in Gauig. They have medicine here. She knows very little about medical but soon she is on a quest, to sneak in and grab what she can.
Sneaking into the medical carriage is a lot harder than getting into the kitchen, but she moves quietly, stays low and makes no sound even as she feels terrible, her stomach roils and she wants to cry out.
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Even though the end of the mission was so hectic that Alice more or less missed the details of what happened there. She shakes her head.
"I think they sealed it away." Or something along those lines. Either way, the important part is that that awful, awful thing can't bother them anymore. "That means we should not have to deal with those illusions ever again."
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"Be better to be killing it." To be sure. And for revenge.
"We better not be dealing with it again. I never want to be doing that again."
Not ever.
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But then again.. there's nothing they can do about it at this point. So Alice just shakes her head.
"If something like this does ever happen again.." Her voice trails off, and she momentarily sighs before continuing. "As I told you, I have trouble with these sorts of things as well. But if I happen to somehow snap out of it again, the first thing I will do is come find you and snap you out of it as well. I promise."
Sure, she can't do anything to prevent the other girl from falling under the spell of an illusion in the first place - but if this is what she can do, then it's what she will do.
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Alice had trouble too but she would help her snap out of it. It was a promise. She's not even sure what to think about that. She doesn't want to need to be rescued. But she also never wants that to happen again.
She wrinkles her nose. "If your body do be being weak then you can be training. We should be training our heads. So next time someone do be wanting to be messing with them we can be killing them."
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In other words: Alice doesn't disagree with the idea, but it's not easily done as it's said. After all..
"They tried teaching us how to deal with these illusions when the train stopped in that strange underwater place.." Or, well, kind of.. underwater place? It had been an odd place all the same. "But it does not seem like that helped much."
Which Alice mostly places the blame for on her own mind. Perhaps it's so shattered at this point that there's no way left to fortify it against those illusions. But then why had the training also not worked for this other girl?
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Stupid train sending her away when she could have learned important stuff.
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Well, that answers the question. With how often people seem to disappear and reappear on the train, Alice had completely forgotten the true reason as to why the training hadn't helped the girl - because she hadn't been there.
"It is as I explained," Alice says. She knows that repeating the information won't be very efficient, and it's not like the other girl likes useless things either. "They tried teaching us techniques to deal with the illusions there, but they did not help me one bit."
Which isn't just something she's saying to make the girl feel less bad for missing out on them. It's just.. the truth. Alice struggled even after practice.
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It was the only answer.
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Though she knows that the reality of it is a little more complicated than that. But even so, it's not like she's totally lying over here. After all..
"Pretty much everyone fell under the illusion at least for some time, right? Even though all of them trained as well. It doesn't seem to have helped much for anyone."
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Because then they can make sure it doesn't happen again. Or train each other, now they knew how stupid that kind of attack was.
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It's not necessarily a bad idea, but it's hard to execute. After all, where would they find those? Alice isn't so sure just how many people she trusts on the train with her kind of mind, and that's only assuming there are any suitable teachers in the first place.
Alice sighs.
"Maybe we should see if they have any books on it."
Better to trust those than people.
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Training books. They existed here. So they could ask for some books and try to train their minds to be stronger.
"I will be looking in the library."
She doubted there were any already. But she knew that they could buy books. She just didn't know what any mind training books wold be called.
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Sure, Alice could offer to go look together with her, but she thinks the girl enjoys doing this sort of stuff by herself more. So she won't have to feel like she's getting her hand held through this.
"If you don't end up finding anything, we can look to see if we can order a book ourselves to use." But there are quite some books in the library already - so who knows, there might be something present already. And then it'd just be a waste of points.
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Then again that was unlikely. She sighed.