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Entry tags:
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- allen walker [crau],
- cassie cage [ou],
- esteban drake [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- k'zeka tia [ou],
- kairi [ou],
- koumyou sanzo [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- yondu udonta [ou],
- yugi mutou [ou],
- ~x~aziraphale [crau],
- ~x~curufin [crau],
- ~x~danny phantom [ou],
- ~x~senku ishigami [ou]
A New Platform [Intro Post December]
On the Train
The train continues its journey, the journey remaining smooth, the storm and it's weirdness far behind them.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Orchestra. 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. The temperature is cold and there is snow on the ground. Please take care as surfaces may be slippy." 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. Alvin Murphy, Conan Edogawa, Demyx, Kamijou Touma, Lapis Lazuli, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Raptor-283, Rui Ninomiya, Terris; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond. Snow falls steadily, obscuring their footprints
But on the platform itself there are three new faces. Wearing hoodies, one in purple, two in red, 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 long, a wide block of concrete and a grassy slope leading to a high wall. Steps lead up to the barriers. Everything is covered in snow.
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; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Three figures, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers, hoodies and waterproofs. 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 or just the fact it is pouring down- the train might be alien but it is dry at least.
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, more octopus- the food on the month. But also other staples.
Older passengers will notice a new carriage, another set of double sleeper cabins next to the first. For passengers that have bought items, these are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There are also two large boxes including spare toiletries and plain notebooks for those older passengers who are running low on basic supplies.
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 enjoying the snow, 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, the journey remaining smooth, the storm and it's weirdness far behind them.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Orchestra. 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. The temperature is cold and there is snow on the ground. Please take care as surfaces may be slippy." 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. Alvin Murphy, Conan Edogawa, Demyx, Kamijou Touma, Lapis Lazuli, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Raptor-283, Rui Ninomiya, Terris; all pass across the platform, not looking back. And then they're gone, disappeared through the barriers and into the fog beyond. Snow falls steadily, obscuring their footprints
But on the platform itself there are three new faces. Wearing hoodies, one in purple, two in red, 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 long, a wide block of concrete and a grassy slope leading to a high wall. Steps lead up to the barriers. Everything is covered in snow.
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; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Three figures, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers, hoodies and waterproofs. 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 or just the fact it is pouring down- the train might be alien but it is dry at least.
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, more octopus- the food on the month. But also other staples.
Older passengers will notice a new carriage, another set of double sleeper cabins next to the first. For passengers that have bought items, these are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. There are also two large boxes including spare toiletries and plain notebooks for those older passengers who are running low on basic supplies.
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 enjoying the snow, 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!
Re: Naoya | Red
Oh, this was war
Esteban snatched handfuls of snow from the ground, already preparing for a counter attack as he claimed "You can't escape my revenge!-- I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP!" Despite the words, his grin was much too wide, and Esteban didn't have much of a vengeful bone in his body, but he was absolutely going to play it along for as long as he could!
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It's the little joys in life.
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"Then take yer punishment properly!" comes the half-elf's reply as the next projectile is thrown, snickering even through his threats. "Fair's fair!" He claims, crouching down to gather another handful.
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Precious seconds where he is open for another hit.
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It never hurts to have some ammo on hand, after all. And it's not like it'll melt in there.
Please don't shove snow on Esteban while he's sleeping XD
"Sit still!" he calls, even if it's useless; the taunting is as much part of the game as the snowballs after all, and Esteban is having the time of his life still; win or lose barely matters to him.
No promises >3
No one said that abilities were off the table, and he's planning on getting a cable made for his COMP anyway - so he can spare the battery power on stupid things like this.
Are they going to have a Prank War? >3 I'm down for that
"That's cheating!" He has no idea what just happened, but he's willing to bet there's some odd magics behind this. Or at least Naoya's versions of magic.
If throwing snow won't work...
Then it's time to run, because he is going to shove it down Naoya's coat if he has to! A handful of snow is gathered, and Esteban starts chasing after his prey.
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He's faster than he looks, though he's not superhuman like this. If Esteban's quick, he just might catch Naoya.
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"Brace yerself, Naoya!" the half-elf crows, stretching a hand out to grab his coat.
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It's enough that he's getting snow down his jacket, he doesn't need to get more in his face or hair.
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"Gotcha!~" It's a bit silly, but he's happy enough at his victory, grinning widely and raising his chin with pride.
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He chuckles menacingly, smirking as he folds his arms. Oh, this absolutely isn't over in the slightest.
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"I'll be waitin' fer it!~"
What's the worst that could happen?