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- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- blue oak [au],
- cassie cage [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- jin ling (mdzs) [crau],
- k'zeka tia [ou],
- kairi [ou],
- lan sizhui [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- yondu udonta [ou],
- ~x~alvin murphy [ou],
- ~x~freeza [crau],
- ~x~shen qingqiu [au],
- ~x~wei wuxian [crau]
A New Platform [Intro Post October]
On the Train
The train continues its journey
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Nebula. 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 doors open. As usual, those who leave first notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Asch, Ayumi Uoshida, Cleopatra Selene, Della Duck, Ghost, Hanuel Min, Jaisyn Solo, Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Nie Huaisang, Vermouth; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
But on the platform itself there are four new faces. Wearing hoodies, three in purple one orange, 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. The platform is relatively small, a brick wall behind them and cracked flagstones on the floor. It is cold, icy cold but the wall at least shelters them a little.
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 on the foggy, freezing platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, but it is enough to hold the four 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, perhaps ten minutes or so, 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 yadon tail, 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. In most rooms, the occupied beds are obvious, leaving the spotless, empty spaces for the newcomers. 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 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!
The train continues its journey
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Nebula. 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 doors open. As usual, those who leave first notice nothing, walking silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers. Asch, Ayumi Uoshida, Cleopatra Selene, Della Duck, Ghost, Hanuel Min, Jaisyn Solo, Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Nie Huaisang, Vermouth; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond.
But on the platform itself there are four new faces. Wearing hoodies, three in purple one orange, 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. The platform is relatively small, a brick wall behind them and cracked flagstones on the floor. It is cold, icy cold but the wall at least shelters them a little.
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 on the foggy, freezing platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
The platform isn't large, but it is enough to hold the four 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, perhaps ten minutes or so, 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 yadon tail, 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. In most rooms, the occupied beds are obvious, leaving the spotless, empty spaces for the newcomers. 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 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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Otoha wakes up and slowly starts ambling towards one of the transgates towards the kitchen. Even though he gets up a little later than some, he's sure there's going to be someone he'll run into.
And run in he does, whether it's while he's trying to get coffee or while making some toast and eggs. Or maybe it's an encounter while he's eating, face half-stuffed when someone walks past.
"Uh. Hey."
Platform
Oh boy. He's going to have to deal with the fallout of this later, but for now... he takes the chance to stretch his legs outside and looks around for new people.
... No new Reds. Damn, Purple and Orange just keep getting more and more people.
Post-Platform
All right, now it's time to address the fallout. He roams around, looking for friends that seem to be having a rough time, just standing or crouching near them and just offering his silent presence for a bit until they're ready to speak.
Of course, he has to roam through the whole train to do this, so running into him anywhere along the length of the train is possible. He does make a stop in the gym, dribbling a basketball idly. He shoots for the basket... and misses. Hm. He'll have to spend some time practicing if he actually wants to play.
Platform
He's pretending hard not to care. He didn't need that one friend. He's fine without them. He's used to counting on himself.
His mind feels so empty."More grape and citrus this time, huh?" He says, coming up to stand beside Otoha with his arms crossed.
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Stupid train. She looked up at Otoha. "It do be being stupid." She gestured the platform, the lack of red team, the four members of red team who had just walked away.
It's not their fault, their tethers went bad or whatever. But she still is annoyed at them.
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Caleb flinches again as he scrolls to his name on the passenger roster - his old name, not what people call him here. He attempts to type his request into the shop, but stops as he sees the price. A hundred and fifty... and here he is, just barely shy. He sighs in frustration and turns away from the terminal, attempting to get a hold of himself as he spots someone nearby.
"Ah... excuse me..."
Platform
It's good to get out into the open air and wander around. A few purple team additions and no one he recognizes... he wraps his purple scarf around his neck and ambles about a bit, trying to get his fill of non-stuffy air while he still can. He nods to anyone who approaches him, but doesn't start the conversation himself.
Luggage Car
The packages for him are unmistakable, even if they don't have his name on them. He's already found the gems, but he stands before two hundred pounds of clay.
At least they're wrapped, so they'll stay damp, but...
"I seem to have fucked myself."
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Seto knows something is wrong. Sometime during the chaos of the mission, the familiar bubble of joy and laughter in the back of his mind that he knew as Della Duck had gone silent. He knew there was little chance of her returning as soon as it happened, but his fears are quickly confirmed. She's gone from his life, leaving nothing but emptiness in that spot in his head.
He doesn't bother pounding on the barrier this time. Instead, he hangs back near the train, slumping against its hull and hunching his shoulders forward, as if trying to contain a burst of rage. Time to count down the minutes until he can re-board and find a place to sit with this terrible empty feeling for a while.
"Is it that difficult for you to stop losing my family?"
Seto's voice is tired. He doesn't expect a response from the train, and doesn't get one. Instead, he lightly thunks his forehead on the hull, pressing his palm into the cold metal.
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The bitterness doesn't last all day. With time to reflect and a very important anchor dangling from his neck, Seto pulls himself together and sets down the corridor, searching for friends and allies. He'll stop near anyone he knows fairly well, his hand curled around the ring he wears around his neck.
"Have a minute? There's something I need to ask you about."
Wedding bells ringing. For him. What a wild world.
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Oh.
He doesn't say anything, just carefully puts an arm around Seto's lower back, half-hugging him. There's nothing he can say that'll make this better.
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Satoru Ōkido | Orange Team | OTA
Locked to Eva
Wildcard
[(any possible healing threads that had been planned will be held off for now, until later depending on varying things.)]
wildcard
Oh. Hm. Something is familiar about this man. He decides that's worth investigating, and so he stops to talk. ]
Hah...welcome to the everyman team. Did the others fill you in?
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Re: Satoru Ōkido | Orange Team | OTA
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Sorry for delay, irl smacked me
No worries, it smacks me too <3
Ruby Rose | Purple Team | OTA
It took awhile for Ruby to get the cobwebs out of her head, but once she did, she found herself turning around in confusion. This... this didn't seem to be Prismatica, which she was sure she was leaving and this is nowhere near anywhere in Remnant, let alone Atlas.
And then she looked down at what she was wearing - gone were her trademark red and black Huntress outfit and replaced with a purple hoodie and a pair of khaki pants.
"AHHH! What's going on?! Where am I?! Where's my clothes!?" she yelped out in confusion. And then she noticed the odd effects on her rear, a cat tail trailing out. "Am I still in Prismatica?! Why do I still look part cat?!"
The Train
A) Okay, so... train. It didn't seem so bad, but the fact she was being pushed into saving the multiverse it seemed? She had bigger fish to fry, like her home.
"Um, excuse me? Is there any way I can just... y'know... go home? I'm really kinda needed and the last place I was at was letting me go home so I can fix that."
B) Barring that, Ruby has made it to her cabin. However, having been in a world where Chroma was needed to power everything, the girl was busy holding her hand over where she would need to put in her ticket.
"C'mon..." She grunted. She would hold her hand over it, wave it, shake it, slap the device. "LET ME IIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"
Wildcard #1
"Uuuuugh, why am I so tired?"
Ruby discovered the quiet car and just slumped over on a chair in exhaustion. It didn't make sense for her to be so tired... and then it dawned on her. If she still had her Prismatica looks, she might still have her Prismatica powers.
Which means she might need to Moonlace.
"...no one's gonna Moonlace with meeeeee..." she groaned, slumping on her chair further.
Wildcard #2
(OoC: Any other ideas? Hit me up!)
Train B
"I am Elidibus. Assuming you are not at the wrong door by mistake, I will be one of those sharing these quarters with you."
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K'zeka Tia | Purple Team | OTA
[One of these days, K'zeka is going to file a formal complaint with someone over being suddenly transported into places that are cold. Well, Lakeland wasn't cold, but in that case it was supposed to be night, but the bottom of Longmirror Lake certainly was.
It was cold here, and despite the trousers and hooded sweater he had on--hang on, he wasn't wearing this outfit before--he still feels the chill and curls in on himself slightly to try to ward it off.]
Where did I end up this time...?
T r a i n A r r i v a l
[The sudden arrival of a large transport of some sort nearly startles him out of his skin, and he pauses in his consideration of where exactly the exits might be in the fog and how bad of an idea it would be to flee into said fog to get off the platform.
Voidtrecker Express means absolutely nothing to him except for its similarity to 'voidsent' and that just makes him more suspicious of the vehicle and the people that suddenly pour out of it.
He's trying to watch everyone and surreptitiously smooth his tail down at the same time. You see nothing.]
W i l d c a r d
[Once on the train (which thank the gods is a lot warmer than the platform), there is so much K'zeka needs to acquaint himself with. Like the signs in the halls.
Or the nameplates outside of the cabins. Is there one for him? He'll find out eventually.
Or the void outside. It's very colorful and he can't help but watch it, trying to figure out what exactly it is. Someone might want to stop him.]
A Familiar Face! (Obligatory CW: potential FFXIV spoilers here)
The figure in question is wearing the train uniform- his hoodie is red- and pauses off to the side of the traffic to take a look around. First to the arrivals before they're swarmed, then to their surroundings. Breathing is visible thanks to the freezing air but he doesn't appear particularly bothered by the intense change in temperature. For a second, his attention settles on K'zeka and there is recognition.
And then the crowd of train passengers moving toward the newcomers obscures him momentarily. By the time it passes, the train is wrapped in its usual fog and the figure is no longer there.
Elidibus has instead treated himself to teleportation to the limit of the platform's length that hasn't been occupied. Zeka might see him reappear from the cloud of billowing shadow, confirming his identity. But probably also confirming that the Ascian intended to be seen, if the Warrior of Light and Darkness wants to speak with him.
Unpleasant clashing could likely be a concern and Elidibus does at least want to make sure it doesn't disturb the others present and offering their aid or greetings.
A familiar face indeed
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[It’s normal for people to be sad when seeing the group of people leaving, especially if it was someone you knew. And that’s probably how it is for many people today.
But on the other hand, there’s Masumi, glaring at one Sharon Vineyard, or rather Vermouth as she leaves. It seems there’s no sadness to spare for her, not when Vermouth had personally wronged her and maybe her mom.
In any case, Vermouth disappears into the fog behind the barrier and Masumi lets out a huff, preparing to step out onto the platform herself.]
2. Around the Train
[Wanting to warm up after that cold platform, Masumi collects the book she ordered, Missing in the Void, then heads off to the kitchen to make some tea. While waiting, she flips through the book, wanting to see just what she bought.]
A voidcraft disaster, huh? Interesting that the train let me buy this.
3. Bad Choices
[Welp.
Masumi read the book, and now she rather predictably can’t sleep. As a result, she’s currently wasting time until knockout o’clock in the games car, apparently playing…one person DDR.
At least it’s a distraction, even if she’s getting worse at the game as time passes.]
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[He sees the title of the book and stalls near her, his own two (A Void Military and In Defence of System # 891010003 under his arm as he carries them off to read. He notices hers while he's at it.]
Get anything interesting? [He'd found even kids books could wield some helpful information.]
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Ryo | Orange Team | Mostly Closed, One Open
AllNot Your Fault (Closed to close/extant CR)Sometime during the mission, Della had disappeared: from the planet; from the train; from his Sense. Still, Ryo had hoped she'd come back. People who'd disappeared and left behind only gold-writ names on the roster had come back before, and he refuses to give up on Della while there's still a chance. He's not about to stop hoping.
(He'd lost hope once, a few years ago. He'll never forget the gaping, sucking hole in his chest that it left in its absence. He survives on hope. He never wants to feel that way again. So he hopes.)
And then platform day rolls around, and he talks with people and purchases things from the train and tries so hard not to think about it, right up until-
Until the train spits them all out on the platform, to greet the new voidtreckers and witness the departures. Until he sees Della, walking away with the group, never looking back, until she disappears through the barriers.
Gone.
I think Mom would've liked her.
She's gone.
Promise me you won't abandon me.
She's gone.
And it's all your fault-
He's shaking, expression twisted in agony and grief, and he hunches his shoulders and buries his face in his hands, trying to fight off the thought. He didn't do this! He didn't want her to leave! It's not his choice! He's not a curse! It's not his fault!
But beating back fourteen years of misplaced blame takes all he has, and renewed grief washes over him, drowning the void the guilt leaves behind. It feels like- like the aching space he'd always thought his mom should fill, except it's raw and stinging and he can't get away from it and he can't think and he can't breathe-
And he stands in the cold, nearly doubled over, immobilized by grief, sobbing silently into his hands. He's lost his mother, again, except this time he can remember her and it is so, so much worse.
Please help him. He's not getting back on the train on his own.
2. The Last Thing I Said To Him (Closed to Thanatos)
The train has been back in the void for a few hours. It's taken about that long for Ryo to come back to himself, to figure out how to breathe around the weight of that grief, to start thinking (fuzzy, blurred, still somehow cogent thoughts) again.
He doesn't remember what the last thing he'd said to Della was. Probably something innocuous, or asking her to be safe on the mission, or- or something like that - but the point is, he doesn't remember. And now she's gone.
(He takes a deep breath, shudders, tries to steady himself. He wonders if that thought will ever stop hurting. He doesn't think it will.)
Three people he'd asked to stay with him. Della had left at the behest of the train (she hadn't abandoned him, he knows that, but it still hurts); Persephone is still here; and Thanatos-
The last words he'd said to Thanatos had been an argument. He'd been self-righteous and combative and angry, and-
And if Thanatos had left at this platform, that would've been it. The train would've sent Thanatos back to his overwhelming job in his terrible world, and Ryo's last words to him would've been poison.
And now he's found a thought worse than the constant reminder of Della's departure-
But at least he can do something about this one.
He walks the train - not as quickly or as assured as normal, but the fact that he's managing this at all is enough - until he reaches the quiet car, the booth suffused in flowers, and he stops. His Sense has collapsed, with that cool darkness around its edges. He's found Thanatos.
Now he just needs to- to-
He knocks, and then leans his forehead against the door. "Thanatos?" His voice is quiet. He doesn't know if it'll get through. "Please." Please open the door. Please talk to him. He can't stand the idea of being angry at Thanatos any longer. Please.
3. Around the Train
He tries, at least, to get back into the swing of things by the time the evening rolls around. He's slow, and subdued, but by the gods he is trying.
You might find him doing chores - it's his team's turn to do the laundry, after all, and things go much more quickly with that new drying machine. (You may also find him perched on the dryer, wrapped in a freshly warmed blanket. It's the simple things, really.)
You may find him in the music room, sitting with his back pressed to the wall as music plays through the car. If you pass through more than once, you may realize the song is on repeat.
Or you may find him in the greenhouse, working on his and Otoha's patch of herbs, or just sitting under the peach tree and staring into the middle distance. None of it is okay - nothing is okay - but...but he's not giving up. He'll make out the other side. He just needs time.
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But even now, some faces can get his heart to drop. Even when it shouldn't. She's going back to her kids. She's going to see them again. Her family.
Acknowledgements, but they bring little comfort in the moment. Of never seeing Della's face around - likely never again. A friend, a pal; he can recall right then when she'd first arrive, tapping at the walls of the train, seeking adventure.
That's part of the fun of adventuring - solving mysteries!
Tidus, he can swallow the emotion against his throat, keep it down. Maybe not off his face - but he can walk with it, has plenty before. Untying the hoodie he'd put around his waist to throw it on proper, head popping out, eyes scanning the platform and other figures.
And he sees Ryo. Head bowed, hands to face. His foot hesitates if to go over, to move, but he remembers the tired hug of the other guy in the hall by the transgate, the memory of him then, and Tidus takes the chance to walk and stand in front of him. Hands coming to rest on his shoulders, and quietly, between them, "Here-"
He offers to bring him into an embrace that Ryo can push away from, before Tidus wraps his arms around him proper; offering to be a shield, some privacy for his grief to be let out. A chest to muffle his grief - a protection from the cold and loneliness.
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KIYOIRI - OTA
The morning started the same as any other, but something had felt odd. It didn't take long before they were all forced off the train of course- she even made sure to get ready at the door in anticipation, knowing that before long the train could well force them off to do some repairs and renovations anyway. She can see
IreneVermouthMs. Vineyard leaving...and Ghost, as well, she had been wondering where they w..."...Ayumi..."
It's not possible to stop anyone. She knows that, but her feet move until she's half-tackling the other girl with her body. Ayumi's form doesn't budge- rigid, walking, even as Kiyoiri pulls.
"Ayumi... Ayumi...! Ayumi..!!" Kiyoiri pulls. She holds on, holds tightly, fingers digging into what fabric she can. She channels magic, as much as she can into her arms and legs, and even still it does nothing. Ayumi silently and steadily drags Kiyoiri forward as she walks, the girls slowly reaching the barriers and fog itself.
"Stop..!! ...Stop..!" she cries, her voice soft but desperate. Fingers grasp at fabric tightly, but while she can keep hold of something, she can't hold onto what matters most.
"AYUMI...!!"
Ayumi passes the barrier, shoulder strap for her gun case snapping as she falls back with a cry.
She has Ayumi's rifle and case.
She doesn't have what matters.
"Nhh...nnhh...."
[TRAINING GYM]
It's rudimentary, but by setting up some training dummies with hand held pads upon them, Kiyoiri numbly sets up to practice with the rifle. It's nonfatal, it's meant to stun and shock, and ultimately as far as self defense goes it's probably the most ideal thing she could ever use.
(She hates guns, she has for a while, but Ayumi would've wanted her safe, and this was Ayumi's, and...)
She's a bit rusty, but considering where most 13 and 14 year old girls are at with skills, it would perhaps be surprising to hear that. Kiyoiri fires with a decent amount of skill, from a number of positions thanks to climbing frames and balance beams, the mana bullets spitting forward while a bottle of water and some food sits nearby if she needs.
Takechirou the crow, for once, is silent- in fact, whenever someone comes in, the bird is the one to acknowledge them; a sad, quiet blink, before he looks back to Kiyoiri's dull 'click-thud' pattern.
[WILDCARD - Kiyoiri is...fairly depressed to say the least, and for the most part will be moping around in the Library, or even just the Laundry area (she has lots of clothes of her own after all), when not doing the above...or you can message me with another idea!]
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Hey, you need anything? [She’s sympathetic; losing a friend is always rough.]
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Thanatos | Red | OTA
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Once more, people are leaving. Thanatos watches Della go with a strange detachment. He'll miss her. He hopes she finds her way back to her children. She deserves to be happy after everyone she's helped.Thanatos knows he should feel sad, that he should be devastated that another close friend has left. However, there's just a resigned numbness, a growing feeling that it's still his fate to be alone. All the emphasis being placed on him becoming more of a person instead of his role, feeling instead of remaining unswayed... it's becoming less and less worth it. What's the point?
There are no new Reds either, so as soon as he's able, Thanatos returns to the train. He doesn't look back.
Train
If he's not in the kitchen making toast sandwiches for his train chore, Thanatos is in the flower-darkened quiet booth working on some ideas for Keepsakes and a new Chthonic Companion. There's currently a pile of starry midnight feathers on the small table as Thanatos works to pluck enough from his wings to use as stuffing when he does start to make one.Wildcard: Choose Your Own Adventure
[[ OOC: Got an idea? Write up a starter or plot something out. Feel free to contact me by journal DM,train
Poking his head in, he pauses, staying at the door.
"Hey, mind company?" He can go to one of the other booths, such as they are; and while what Thanatos is doing makes little immediate sense to his eyes as he stands there holding ribbons and a mending kit, he's curious, in that unfocused way that demands nothing.
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DW please do not hide Alice tags =(
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WILDCARD - in which maybe they'll stop being dumbasses!
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Usagi Tsukino (AU) | Purple Team | OTA
Another two weeks, another stop, another exchange of passengers. Usagi watched from inside the train, only stepping out to help Kiyori after Ayumi left.
While the train had stopped, Usagi opted to head for the kitchen to make a quick snack before it would start up again and throw everything around.
“I really wish the train was softer…”
Departure
Once the train was back on the move, Usagi disappeared back to her favorite spot: the labs. Sure, she was certain people would complain about how she would constantly disappear in there, but she felt… at home.
She sighed as she looked over her brooch once more. Something from the last world altered it so that her power down slowed down more. What did it do and how can she improve it?
“I need to figure this out… but how?” She grumbled.
Wildcard
(OoC: I’m open to be at other places - training in the gym again, relaxing in the cabin, whatever!)
Kitchen
"Looking for something?"
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Lea | Blue Team | OTA
Lea watched as people filed silently off the train, as normal for a platform day. Two of them stood out though. One because she was one of his and Xion's roommates- Xion ought to be happy about having one less person to deal with for a little while, at least- and one because she was a friend. Of the two, Della's departure stung more. He'd hoped that she'd stay around, maybe even get to meet the Donald from his world one day, but... well, you didn't always get what you wanted.
He found he wasn't any more pleased upon stepping onto the platform itself, though other people might be, as the air surrounding him became noticeably warmer than elsewhere almost immediately. The effect extended to about a 20 foot radius from him, though it was most noticeable within ten feet or so. He wondered if that might make him popular with the new arrivals.
...All four of them. Just four? Had it ever been that few before? And did the low number mean anything? Time would tell he supposed. They might still have questions, and Lea- though not as cheerful as he sometimes was- was perfectly willing to answer them. Or to play space heater for anyone else who wanted to talk before reboarding the train.
Kitchens
Platform day or no platform day, there was still work to do. In fact, platform day tended to make more work, even with as few people boarding as there were today. Today, as he sometimes did on platform days, Lea found himself in the kitchens. It wasn't Blue's turn to cook, but he had yet to meet anyone who minded him helping.
Currently, he was preparing ingredients for soup, as was made apparent by the two large pots that had been set to boil on a nearby stovetop. Dry noodles, various vegetables, herbs, and spices, and even some of the recently restocked yadon tail were set out within easy reach, though there only seemed to be enough meat for one pot. Currently, Lea was busy chopping up some carrots and looking more thoughtful than usual.
Standard Car
Later on Lea was hanging out in the Standard Car, a journal notebook on the table in front of him and a pencil in hand, working on something. His pet rat, Smoke, perched on his owner's shoulder, seemingly observing what he was doing.
Which, if anyone stopped to look, would prove to be drawing. Or at least doodling. The notebook was filled with chibi-style drawings and even some short comics featuring various people from the train and scenes of train life. A keen-eyed passer-by might spot themselves in one of the drawings. And if they didn't, they'd almost certainly see someone they knew.
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(OOC: You know the drill.)
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"D... do we have to stay out here long? It's really cold out here..."
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Jin Ling | Purple Team | OTA
T R A I N
W I L D C A R D
SLAMS IN HERE. Partial wildcard for platform after the train arrives
But it's when the train arrives at the platform, as usual, dumping everyone out and the departures take place that he sees a certain teenager; but misses the fact that Fairy is there. It's Jin Ling, his Jin Ling, he just knows it after catching the briefest of glimpses at that mask.
The next thing he does without thinking for a second is to bolt right on over there and tackle his nephew with a hug, even if there's going to be yelling and huffing, he doesn't care. All tails wrapping around the boy for good measure as well.]
You're here! But wait-- HOW did you get here? Did something happen in Hakagemachi that you'd be sent here instead of staying there?
1/2 - DKHASHKFHAS OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU YEETING YOURSELF AT HIM!!!
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lol I feel like Izo missed the point of Jin Ling crying XD and I'm laughing
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it looks good to me! no worries!
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noted, thank you!
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wildcardish jiujiu does what he wants
screams into the distance. no one can stop jiujiu xD
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train; (i am also okay with okami stuff!)
awesome sauce. also kgshskgh JL will never live this down XD
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she can talk to either and both!
"It do be being stupid cold today." She told them, her way of accepting tea. She got a bit closer, more hesitant than usual, since she doesn't know Shen Qingqiu. But he was probably fine, if Wei Wuxian liked him. Wei Wuxian wouldn't like stupid people, she was sure of that.
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both please~
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work your magic, buffer
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lmf tags here as i'll be waiting on shen jiu for the rest wee
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She hangs around on the platform for a little bit, watching the new people, watching the sad people. There were a lot of people who left again and that was stupid even if this time there had been no one she was very close to who had left.
This time. She knows it won't always be the way. It's hard to know what to do to help but she walks around, looking at people sometimes pausing. "Do you be being alright?"
She's trying. But after a while her patience runs out and it's cold, so she retreats back onto the train. After all, she has a package waiting for her!
Training Gym (cw: bad animal handling practice)
It's smaller than she had envisioned. Really the soft fake toy that Wei Wuxian had gotten her was the same size as the real thing. But maybe it's a baby. Maybe it will grow.
It will definitely need trained. She carried it, in it's crate to the gym since that was a big space where there wasn't much to get lost under. She's also grabbed her soft toy hedgehog and bear and had set them up as targets. They were small.
She crouched down by the crate. "Hello hedgehog." It didn't seem to pay attention but she persevered.
"I do be wanting to be seeing what you can be doing, I will be taking you out and you can be attacking these targets."
She opened the crate, stepping back as the hedgehog snuffled out and trundled off, away from the targets.
She sighed. "Be coming this way hedgehog."
It seemed a lot more... docile than she imagined. She can't really see such a small thing in battle. But it would learn.
She went over to it, carefully nudging it with her foot- she doesn't want spiked and her boots offer protection. "Those do be being the targets."
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If anything she curls inward somewhat, her voice quiet.
"....I don't think so."
Saying she's fine would just be stupid. A blatant lie.
She wishes it was fine, though.
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While everyone else is dealing with new arrivals, Nozomi had wandered off somewhere else. She headed down to find what she had ordered earlier, smiling as she picked up the item - a long sword.
"Awesome." she murmured, looking it over. "Not the greatest, but it works."
Greenhouse
Oh, sure, Nozomi should go and train, but she isn't up to it. With Della gone, she's a little more lonely, thus she opted to return to the greenhouse to focus more on her powers. She didn't mind what happened at the moment, she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of the plants around her coiling her.
"Haaa, so nice..."
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"Wow! Can you really use that?"
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For once, Q'uila isn't happy to be forced off of the train and onto the latest platform and the cold is entirely to blame. As fond as she is of Ishgard back home, she still dislikes the way that the cold nips at her ears and tail and so her friendly smile that she directs at the new arrivals and long-time Travellers is a little more strained than usual.
"Brrr," She shivers and buries herself deeper into her purple hoodie, "'Tis a little nippy today."
Training
Ever a creature of habit anyone looking for the pink and purple miqo'te will be able to find her in the training carriage juggling between her lance and gunblade as she weaves the two styles together. As people come and go she greets them all, ears perking up eagerly when anyone sets themselves up for training as well.
"Hey, would you like to spar?"
Crafting
The usual poster is up on display in the train's communal areas to advertise Q'uila's crafting and enchanting services. However, this time there is also a scribbled addition at the bottom;
Finished goods are available to be picked up by the following individuals: Elidibus and Rich, Yondu, Inigo, Soldat, Ken, Caleb, and Zagreus.
Wildcard
Q'uila makes a habit of spending a lot of time in a whole host of different carriages, feel free to flag her down to say hello.
Crafting
"Ah... something for me? What is it?"
He's pretty sure he didn't order anything.
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Jin Ling | Purple Team | OTA
Jin Ling has made a habit of going out to the platform with Fairy most of the time now. He's doing a bit better in not staying completely inward on himself. He somehow still has a small hope to see certain faces, it's selfish really. He should wish for people to be where they belong -- not here, not in Hell either. Still he watches and looks.
It's clear that the person -- people -- he looks for aren't there and he reaches down to touch the top of Fairy's head.
"Come on, let's go."
After getting back on the train, Jin Ling heads to the kitchen and makes himself some tea. He sits on one of the benches after putting down some water and a treat for Fairy. He sips at tea and if anyone comes in looking like they're needing help he might offer it -- otherwise, he probably won't say anything unless they talk to him first.
At some point, the Gardens had become one of his favorite spots on the train. Fairy loved to run around in it and he let her do so as he finds a partially secluded area to sit down in. He sets his sword, Suihua, beside him and stretches out his legs as he studies the area.
When someone enters Fairy runs up to them barking whether to get attention or to just alert Jin Ling it's questionable.
[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at
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Ryloth is a warm planet. This one is not. Or at least this is not a warm part of it.
It's almost a good distraction watching Della leave. She'd been a good friend.
Sure, she keeps the Ghost cooler than she'd strictly find comfortable to save on fuel, but the layers she tends to wear have limits. She pulls the hoodie a little tighter. "We should ask the train about adding coats to the kit..."
Games Room
She'd hoped to trade more flying stories with Della as she expanded the library on the flight simulator.
But no dwelling. Dealing with life as it is.
And finding out what Leia likes so much about this YT-1300.
After one practice session, she comments, "Still prefer the VCX."
Training Gym
Flight would have been particularly useful on that last mission. They probably won't have another case of islands quite like those, but they'll always need recon.
A train isn't an ideal place to train the power that's been lingering since Diagad, but since it's still so minimal she doesn't actually run into many issues with the ceiling.
She's making progress though. She can now hover a whole five centimetres over the floor.
games
"Hey. Getting some flying in?" He walks over to her and the flight simulator set-up.
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Cassie Cage | Team Purple | OTA
Cassie's had to deal with harsher weather than this over the course of her duties back home. Hell, she's been hit by Sub-Zero's cryomancy. That doesn't mean she enjoys it. Her arms are crossed as she floats above the platform.
And she winces as she sees the feathers of a familiar figure disappear into the fog. She's always liked Della. Most people do. She'd been an important part of the team - in spirit, at the very least.
"Say hi to the kids for us," she says, to herself more than anyone else.
Train
If you're wearing purple and you're feeling or looking lost, she'll be looking for you on board. She approaches you without moving - because Cassie's the kind of person who can stand assertively.
"Hey," she says. "You holding up okay?"
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Catch her working out in the gym, or resting her tired bones in the spa car. She's good for a conversation just about anywhere. (And there's one person in particular that she loves being interrupted by. He knows who he is).
Train
Such that one might have suspected that he was about to be one of those quiet fellows that disembarked without a word -- bodies heading off to join minds and personalities that had departed well before the rest of them had.
So the fact that he answers at all is, frankly, miraculous. "Holding what up?"
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Senku Ishigami | Orange Team | OTA
Della was a close friend to Senku, and as she was leaving, there was little else he could do but offer his sign of respect which had his feet planted shoulder width apart and a fist in the air.
It was a sign that he had done several times before, when people left who mattered to him in particular.
Senku just appreciated his village customs. After that, he seemed to shake it off and glance around.
“Anyone need a hand with anything?” Senku asked, rubbing the back of his neck like he was stretching it out a little bit.
II. His Old Standby
Since he realized that people found platform day stressful, he tended to park himself in the dining car near the coffee and tea station so he could prepare tea for anyone who needed it.
It was the least he could do. If nothing else, he’d get his own cup of tea that way.
III. Do You Believe In Magic?
Some platform days had Senku conducting experiments, but at present, he didn’t have one in mind for this exact moment.
Instead he was working on the spell he spent his downtime learning the past couple of weeks.
It wasn’t terribly impressive, but he was holding a hovering ball of light above his hand, looking rather pleased with himself.
IV. Evening
Evenings were when Senku tended to indulge himself. He set himself up either in standard or the dining car with the model he was working on which happened to be a Japanese-style doll house complete with miniature furniture to assemble and make at some point.
This evening he had Orion, his kitten pokemon, with him either on his shoulder, pawing at his ponytail or hovering in the air around Senku, cirlcing him like some kind of giant kitten-shaped fly.
That made him sigh every so often as he was trying to do delicate work, but the meow he got in response was probably a little comical.
V. Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure.]
Evening
But, it isn't as if she gives Senku much of a chance to reply. "You think so too, right Orion?"
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Demyx | Purple Team | OTA
This was a low blow. A really low blow. Demyx couldn’t help but stare, watching Della leave and just feeling empty and bereft.
First Reno, then Della.
It wasn’t really fair.
He didn’t know what to do, he was lost and bereft, but that was a normal feeling for him these days.
Feelings, ha, what good are they?
He hadn’t brought Metronome with him this time so he was able to just stare at the departing, a little spaced out. Even when others started to go back inside, he didn’t move. He was trying to figure out what to think about all of this.
What was this feeling and why did he feel untethered?
After everything he’d gone through and experienced, what was his future? Was there one? Was there even anything he could do? He could feel it, he could feel the pull of upset and despair, darkness, beckoning to him. Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in, it seemed to whisper.
Last time, he was trying to help others, but this time? He seemed to be a million miles away.
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If someone convinced Demyx to get back on board, he could be found wandering around looking a lot more spacey and pensive than usual.
He’d likely end up going to the spa car to sit in the water for awhile.
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