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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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"I do be liking to be listening more."
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Surely, he must have got caught a lot.
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He folded his arms and took a minute to remember the details, and then he began the tale. "I used to like to sneak out of the house late at night, and that was because I had such an active brain that it sometimes wouldn't let me sleep. So, one day at about 3:00 a.m., I found myself wide awake. I jumped out of bed and pulled my clothes and boots on, and then I went to wake up the two of my brothers who were most likely to engage in adventures with me, Celegorm and Caranthir. Their nicknames were Tyelko and Moryo, and of course I tapped on their doors and called them by their nicknames with great affection. 'Tyelko! Wake up! I'm going to the market square to climb the clock tower. Remember, we were talking about doing that? Come with me!' And then down the hall, tiptoeing quietly so as not to disturb Maglor or Maedhros, who both would have tried to stop me. 'Moryo! Rise and shine! It's time for an adventure. Want to climb the clock tower with me?'"
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But she listened to the next story, wondering how many brothers he had. A lot from the sounds of it.
"Did they be waking up?"
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"No, those two didn't wake up, because I tiptoed so quietly past their doors. Maedhros was the oldest and Maglor was the next oldest, and they acted as deputy parents at times. Celegorm and Caranthir were the next oldest, but they were adventurous and fairly mischievous themselves. And the youngest two, Amrod and Amras, were twins, and they liked adventuring too, and I could count on them to keep their mouths shut about what we got up to. But I didn't wake them up on this occasion. They were too young to take on a dangerous climbing adventure. Anyway, off the three of us went, still very quietly, down the hall and the staircase. We didn't go out the big front doors, as they would have made noise as we opened and shut them. Instead, we went to the kitchen and made our exit via the kitchen garden door."
Curufin was still grinning. "We went to the market square, which was where the clock tower was. The stars were sparkling in the sky, and there was a full moon, so we had plenty of light. And then we stood there staring upwards and planning our moves. We hadn't brought climbing equipment, so we were going to just use rock climbing technique, using only hands and feet."
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She imagines the scene in her head, realising as he explained about the doors that they must have lived in a big house, like those of the nobles in Gauig.
"Did you be getting up the clocktower?"
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They did live in a big house, and they were considered nobles, but that was only because their grandfather Finwë had been the leader of their clan during the Long March, the journey from the eastern continent of Middle-earth to the western continent of Aman. And that had been more than twenty thousand years ago. The three clan leaders who led the expedition were now the kings of their three clans.
"We did get up there! Luckily for us, the clocktower was built of stone but faced with brick, and it was very ornate, so it had brick and cement ledges every five feet or so, going up. That gave us handholds and footholds. As we reached the ledge that was just under the clock face, we accidentally disturbed a flock of ravens who were resting there. Kraa, kraaaaa! they said, as they took flight. Now, I'm connected with those birds, since I've always liked them and Tyelko taught me their language. He knew all the languages of beasts and birds, but I was only interested in learning crow and raven speech. So, I knew what they were saying, and it was something like, Get the hell off our tower, you little Elvish scamps! I was so startled that I lost my handhold and tumbled off the building."
He grins. He still thinks that was funny. "Fortunately for me, a farmer from down in the plains of Valinor was just pulling her wagon up under the clocktower. When the market opened in a few hours, she would be selling a load of hay. She apparently had noticed us, because as I fell I saw her upturned face, and it certainly looked anxious. I fell right into her wagon and into the heap of hay, and that probably kept me from breaking my neck. The only thing I broke was my arm. 'Ouch!' I yelled. 'What were you three doing up there on the tower???' she asked, as she climbed off the wagon seat and into the wagon to find out if I was injured. Meanwhile, Tyelko and Moryo were scrambling down the tower, and soon they came running up to the wagon.
The farmer was very nice to us, even though she was clearly annoyed about having her work of setting up a seller's stall interrupted. She took us all to the Mindon square, where our house was. Moryo and Tyelko helped me into the house. I insisted that they not wake anybody up, as at that moment I wasn't up for facing any angry older brothers or parents. But of course, Maglor came into my room after the sun came up and discovered me sitting on the side of my bed holding my arm. He called our mother in, and she fetched her medical supplies and set my arm and put a cast on it. And in fact, nobody scolded me that day, for which I was grateful. I insisted that everybody who had either helped me break the arm or heal it should sign my cast." Chuckle.
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And he hadn't got into any trouble at all. Just put a cast on his arm?
"You did be no even be being punished?" She wrinkled her nose. "You must be being the luckiest elf in the world."
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"Nope, I wasn't punished. That just wasn't a thing in our family. Getting scolded was, though. Our father, Fëanor, could be severe in his language, but he wasn't, in this case. He did tell me to forego going out in the middle of the night. Though to tell the truth, that didn't stop me the next time. And our mother, who is called Nerdanel the Wise, didn't scold, she just expressed concern that I might get myself seriously injured or killed by taking such chances." He chuckles. "That didn't stop me, either. I was unstoppable. And yes, I was very lucky, even if not the luckiest Elf in the world."
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She scowled. They were gone and even so, just scolding was no way to make sure naughty elves didn't sneak out and make trouble.
"They did no be being good at training you." She is used to that now, many people on this train had not been raised well at all.
Many were disobedient and undisciplined.
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"They didn't try to train me in the same ways as other parents do. They made sure I had the tools and space to work on my artisan skills, and they taught me and my brothers how to be polite and to defer to our elders and to the gods. They also made sure I understood that if they ever issued a command, that I shouldn't disobey it. The thing was, there was a difference between a direct command and an ordinary strong suggestion, and they almost never issued the first."