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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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"Now, 'tis not the only item requested of me. I do still need to give you this, Elidibus."
The axe that she pulls from the Hammerspace is massive in her grasp, toeing the line of what she knows Ardbert's body could comfortably wield but the weapon is a perfect fit for the Ascian. The body of the axe is a rich midnight blue that almost glitters in the right light but mostly acts as contrast to the bright gold wiring that spiral up from the handle in large amounts before they unfurl on the flats of the blade to mirror rthe glorious twirling spires of Amaurot. Above the spirals are small hints of colours, tiny clusters of crystal linked by fine silver threads. Thirteen sets in fact, the colours and shapes familiar as the symbols of the Convocation of the Thirteen are strewn across the ace like constellations in the night's sky. Just like the detailing on the flats, the metal of the edges has been left exposed which makes the gleaming metal look all the brighter in comparison. The blade at the front of the axe is curved in a conventional manner but the blade at the rear of the axe, one half curving down from the middle and the other curving up from the middle to create two vicious points for a variety of use.
"So...What do you think?"
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"Ah yes, the axe." Elidibus affirms, his gaze glancing in its direction when the miqo'te pulls it out. In all honesty the Ascian expects an excellent weapon but a simple one. No doubt practical and suitable for his need. And he would not have asked for more even if theirs was not an uneasy truce.
The braided gold wrapped around the handle is noticed in the periphery of his vision Its unexpected embellishment brings more of his attention to bear and rather than reaching out casually to take it, the Ascian looks at it first. The sudden jerk of motion is obvious to the careful watch of the Warrior of Light. A brief flinch. Eyes widening and a startled noise like a strangled gasp.
Elidibus schools his expression. He does. But what had he seen and thought in those moments where his guard was caught unawares? For his expression had been not unlike the one briefly caught that moment Q'uila and the one she knew might have been drawn together by a mysterious desire to travel to the same place.
The Ascian raises his hand. Not to reach out for the axe physically, but to cause it to defy gravity and, should she let it go, float from her hands.
"What.... did you intend with this, Warrior of Light?" There's a set to his jaw and a tension about his eyes which suggest a fragile hold on calm. What meaning, what purpose was this? An attempt to exploit a known weakness? Is it some sort of pity? He'd only had moments to process the returning memories then but without a doubt Q'uila would have witnessed that moment, nigh indentical as it must have been.
Elidibus drags his eyes from the flat of the weapon and focuses them on the miqo'te. "I did not think our truce so solid." There is a stir of aether in the air. The light crackle of an ancient being removing some of the fetters which hide the full extent of his presence.
"Nor was our conversation when I made this commission given to create something like this as a kindness."
His precious regained memories had threatened rise up on seeing the blue metal sky filled with the stars he loved so dearly. He would not be kind to Q'uila if she had sought to take advantage of them for ill intent.
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Until he sees the way his mentor flinches, and he's stunned into silence as he takes the weapon away. He's almost immediately confused, looking between the two with a furrow in his brow.
"What... what's the matter, Elidibus? She did a good job, didn't she? I, um... I thought you guys got along." He didn't know much, having just met Q'uila, but she had seemed amicable. He has a feeling he's entered a battle he wasn't meant to be part of.
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"What did I intend? 'Twas to fulfil your commission?" The statement twists into a confused statement, "'Tis my job as a crafter to make that which best suits those who seek my help and though my role as Warrior of Light has a similar purpose it was not the role I embodied here."
She lets go of the axe and lets it drift towards Elidibus as a bright amber crystal appears in her hand.
Azem, Shepard to the Stars.
Much like the amber crystal embedded in the pommel, the handle of the axe which helps shepard the blade in the wielder's intended direction yet still seperate to the rest.
"The design was inspired by some dreams of mine."
She turns to Rich and smiles reassuringly, the poor lad having no idea what he has gotten himself into, "We get along for now but like many things the past has its complications, we have been know to have the occasional disagreement." Understatent of the year from Q'uila.
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It's heavy; muscles are seen working to take its weight. But the balance is right and he has no complaints. He shifts the way it's held to test from many angles, though there'll be no swinging here. That will come later in the training room. The axe was tailored to suit this vessel and it's clear Q'uila's skill and knowledge of the limits is not to be questioned.
Not that he would pass a compliment in such a specific manner. It would be awkward to say the least. Elidibus turns to a nearby workbench and carefully rests the axe upon it. It might be a telling gesture for the Warrior of Light. Rather than store it away, it is kept in proximity.
Q'uila has more to say and he has responses to make. Ones which, had she not drawn out the amber crystal and shown it to him, may well have been close to what she sought out of the axe's presentation in the first place.
The stone itself, the symbol. The emanation that came from it. For Rich, it will likely seem just a simple stone or crystal. Pretty, but perfectly ordinary. Only the way it is handled and the manner which Elidibus responds to it may suggest otherwise. It was another thing he was not expecting to see but seems to recognize immediately.
Warring expressions cross his features. The Ascian is not generally stunned so often, and this time he's managing a more collected reaction. But it's clear he is trying to reconcile with what the miqo'te presented.
He offers out his hand, palm upward. This time he won't try to snatch anything from the Warrior of Light. No, this is something he asks for. "If you would allow me?"
It's clear it takes priority over reassuring Rich as well, though a fleeting glance in the youth's direction by the Ascian shows his presence hasn't been forgotten entirely. He won't protest Q'uila's explanation of their relationship either.
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He looks back to Q'uila then and gives a small smile, finally deciding to break the silence. "I meant it when I said it was beautiful. I don't... really know what's going on, but I hope you guys can sort out whatever happened in the past, I guess." Until then, he's not sure what to do. He'd take Elidibus' side... if he knew exactly what they were arguing about.