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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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Because Inigo has never thought of it as a choice. He's never chosen to care - it's just something that happens. Even as he grew up in a ruined land filled with dying people, he couldn't just stop caring. He's always been a bleeding heart for everyone around him. It's not something that can just stop.
But it feels weird to talk about it when Jingyi says it like that, so Inigo doesn't. Instead when he speaks up again, it's with a more muted than before:
"Isn't it just because we don't have the option of getting to know people slowly here? For all I know, you could be gone tomorrow. Or later today. Or next week." There's indeed the nuance of saying 'you' there, rather than Inigo including himself as well - he's been here for so long, if he was at as much of a risk of suddenly disappearing as other people, he would have been gone by now. "I don't want to regret never having talked about a lot of things with you if that happens."
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He leaves it as that when it comes to an answer, because the promise he'd made—that he'd do this with him as long as it was something they were both here for, that there was no promise anyone would be, neither Inigo the train-stuck nor Jingyi the train-new.
"Live life. Embrace it. No regrets. The world won't regret anything for us, just like the universes have no interest in being anything like fair."
He supports the whole friendship asking everything, even if it's off model for him, depending on circumstances. He's also surprisingly laid back about it for a very straightforward, direct guy.
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Or maybe that's just him. Inigo isn't too sure, really. If his interactions with people in general have taught him something, it's the fact that he - seemingly by nature - seems to feel things much more intensely than most people, both the good and the bad.
At the very least he's very well aware that he doesn't stand a single chance in winning from the way regret tends to wash over him.
Inigo exhales, and quickly continues with: "But it's fine, I won't have anything to regret in the first place if we just talk. Let's hang out sometime and just.. talk about things. A lot of things. I'm sure that there are things about me or my world that you could be curious about as well."
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He mostly jests, but it's just so Inigo, and so not how Jingyi does things, that he's amused by it. No, regrets can't be stopped from feeling, but choosing to live to minimise the number one chooses to accumulate? To Jingyi, that seems obvious.
And it's where he thinks Inigo is when he's saying, just talk. Even while Jingyi is circling around to come in lower, banking toward the train he uses as his landing space when the platform is too dotted with people to have reliable open spaces for him.
"Come over whenever you want me to talk, then." He can talk just fine, he knows it. "Or call out on the ICP, I'm surprised people don't do that more often."
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"Y-Yes, that.. is surprising.."
Of course, as always, Inigo is absolutely fully seethrough over here. Of course he's sounding nervous, because there's a very obvious reason he's not one to just shout for someone over the terminals - the main reason being that he's so super shy when it comes to speaking up where a lot of people can see him. It's so much easier to just walk through the entire train to look for someone, even with how long the train is nowadays..
B-But saying that out loud would be super uncool, right? And he can't ruin the obviously great, cool impression Jingyi has of him!
(Keep on dreaming, boy.)
He keeps on talking, holding on as the other seems to be flying lower and lower.
"Don't worry..! I'll find you either way! You can't escape me!"
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"Inigo the Night Hunter," he sing-songs, bracing as he touches down on top of the train. As per his usual, his neck arches back until his forelegs slip forward and down to the platform alongside the train, ignoring whatever gap is naturally there between the Voidtrecker Express and the material of the platform. "Tracking down dragons across entire straight line vessels."
Lowering his head and neck again to give Inigo an easy time of slipping off to the solidity of the ground, at his leisure.
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Look at that answer. He's truly sounding like an actual hero over here, huh?
Even as he's saying it while moving down Jingyi and his neck to land with both feet on the platform, having managed to survive yet another dragon ride - though this time the main threat to his life wasn't Jingyi's speed - since the other is so considerate about that by now - as much as it was embarrassment.
Inigo's #1 enemy.
But now he's standing on both feet again, he puffs out his chest. Perhaps like he's trying to look like a true hero, going along with the dramatics here.
"Finding dragons is my speciality! And you're on my list!"
The list of friends he wants to hang out with and share information with.
Terrifying.
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Jingyi lifts his head with a snort, whiskers fanning out to either side of his face.
"I knew a list would be involved somehow. I'll try not to let it haunt my dreams."
Said solemnly, like there was any chance it would, before he exhales and prods his nose gently into Inigo's chest. "Catch you back on train, Dragon Finder."
For now, he had his own shapeshifting business to attend to.