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A NEW PLATFORM [INTRO POST JANUARY]
On the Train
Despite whatever Voidtreckers may have learned or how they feel about those revelations - or reminders - of the precariousness of their situation, the train flies ever onward.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Poi. 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 weather is dry but there is a chill to the air and a strong breeze." 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. Dairine, Okada Izō, Rapunzel, Satoru and Siebren; 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 thirteen new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours and 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 with a grassy mound behind them. It is blustery and the air is cold, they will be glad of those hoodies.
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, windy platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Thirteen figures, 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, with cans of corned beef lining the shelves.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. Those from purple who go to find their prize will find a large box containing a gingerbread train for them to share. Plenty enough to go around, even for the largest team.
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.
Snow Time: Rock Garden
Winter seems to have followed from Osiga and nested in the rock garden. There's a chill that nips in the air and a light snow (real snow) fills the air. A thin cloudy haze at the top of the carriage seems the source. Yet the kaleidoscope of the void will assure that this is no timely world stop.
People might have seen it occurring the night before. Snow falling heavy before tapering off with an odd precision, leaving a heavy blanket over the carriage 'ground'. By morning of Platform Day, a miniature winter has descended, ripe for snowforts, snowballs, angels and snowmen.
It's not just the climate that's changed. Many statues and rock features are missing or moved. Digging below the snow reveals soil now frozen but providing a barrier between the bare floor of the carriage. Keen eyes will see changes are made with safety and available space in mind. The fountain has been emptied but the pond and streams are frozen solid, allowing intrepid spirits to try slide-skating over the surfaces without the risk of breaking through. The mosaics are still around, and enchantments are in place to protect paintings and paper decorations from damp. Any plants have been sent to sleep or taken to safety.
The benches are still around. Paths and bridges are covered with fresh snow, but, as the day goes on, it's trampled down and or scattered. Najaran's woodfolk may be glimpsed near Jingyi's shrine or hiding in the shadows of rocks and statues still present, perhaps even buried in the snow and peeking out. Shy around humans, though those with pointed ears or Hylian lineage may find an easier time interacting.
There are signs on both doors of the carriage warning of the change and mentioning the dressing carriage will have winter gear, and it does: with hats, scarves, gloves and ice skates in a variety of sizes. Dispensers with warm drinks such as coffee, hot chocolate and hot water for tea are available in the Games Carriage.
Early the next day, the snow will be gone and the gardens returned to how they once were.
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!
Despite whatever Voidtreckers may have learned or how they feel about those revelations - or reminders - of the precariousness of their situation, the train flies ever onward.
"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day one of the month of Poi. 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 weather is dry but there is a chill to the air and a strong breeze." 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. Dairine, Okada Izō, Rapunzel, Satoru and Siebren; 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 thirteen new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours and 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 with a grassy mound behind them. It is blustery and the air is cold, they will be glad of those hoodies.
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, windy platform; then the fog begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.
Thirteen figures, 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, with cans of corned beef lining the shelves.
For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags. Those from purple who go to find their prize will find a large box containing a gingerbread train for them to share. Plenty enough to go around, even for the largest team.
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.
Snow Time: Rock Garden
Winter seems to have followed from Osiga and nested in the rock garden. There's a chill that nips in the air and a light snow (real snow) fills the air. A thin cloudy haze at the top of the carriage seems the source. Yet the kaleidoscope of the void will assure that this is no timely world stop.
People might have seen it occurring the night before. Snow falling heavy before tapering off with an odd precision, leaving a heavy blanket over the carriage 'ground'. By morning of Platform Day, a miniature winter has descended, ripe for snowforts, snowballs, angels and snowmen.
It's not just the climate that's changed. Many statues and rock features are missing or moved. Digging below the snow reveals soil now frozen but providing a barrier between the bare floor of the carriage. Keen eyes will see changes are made with safety and available space in mind. The fountain has been emptied but the pond and streams are frozen solid, allowing intrepid spirits to try slide-skating over the surfaces without the risk of breaking through. The mosaics are still around, and enchantments are in place to protect paintings and paper decorations from damp. Any plants have been sent to sleep or taken to safety.
The benches are still around. Paths and bridges are covered with fresh snow, but, as the day goes on, it's trampled down and or scattered. Najaran's woodfolk may be glimpsed near Jingyi's shrine or hiding in the shadows of rocks and statues still present, perhaps even buried in the snow and peeking out. Shy around humans, though those with pointed ears or Hylian lineage may find an easier time interacting.
There are signs on both doors of the carriage warning of the change and mentioning the dressing carriage will have winter gear, and it does: with hats, scarves, gloves and ice skates in a variety of sizes. Dispensers with warm drinks such as coffee, hot chocolate and hot water for tea are available in the Games Carriage.
Early the next day, the snow will be gone and the gardens returned to how they once were.
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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Raising his hand palm up, ki sparked across it before it formed an orb of yellow energy hovering just above his hand. "I know a way to warm you up real fast. If you think you're up to it." The ki splitting into smaller orbs a moment later and flying around to position themselves at various spots around the room.
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"Alright. Let's do it."
Whether he's up to it or not, he needs to make himself up to it. He lets go of his arrow loosely in the air, whistling and stepping back so it floats lightly in place, leaving elegant and faint little trails of red where it spins as if it doesn't give one single damn about gravity.
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"They are low enough ki to not do damage." He's not doing this to damage Yondu's weapon, just to give him a new target that he himself doesn't control, and can't be destroyed. And can be taken up a level, once Yondu got warmed up. But not right now, let him get his eye in for them before Vegeta starts making them moving targets.
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The arrow slices towards the ki spheres with a sharp whistle directing the speed. His stance remains casual, but he takes a couple of steps back. He's going to have to rely on his vision, not his fin. The ki doesn't register as solid. But he does need to remember sometimes he needs to focus more on one than the other.
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He allows Yondu several minutes to get the feel of this, to get warmed up to this all, before shifting one of the ki spheres just before his arrow passed through it. You didn't think he was just going to keep them still and let them be picked off, did you Yondu? Those still targets are now moving, not super fast right now, but certainly at a good pace to make see what Yondu's capable of doing.
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Luckily Centaurians have quick eyes, like some predator ancestor. It makes it difficult to trick them with holographic illusions. They can see through them. And it means even as those targets pick up speed, he's easily following them with sharp little whistling commands.
Though it's obvious those are for speed, not for direction. It's his fin (and sense of purpose) guiding the arrow like a chellenge.
He catches it on another return. "Pick her up some." He's ready to go a little harder, sir.
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And so the speed picks up. He's not sure what Yondu can do, or how far he wants to go, but Vegeta will steadily keep increasing the speed and manner in which the ki spheres travel around the room until he's told otherwise.
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He finally takes more of a defensive stance. Not so he can fight back, so he can jump out of the way as quickly as possible if he fucks this up. "Now at me!" He scales it up. Deflection is a skill he doesn't get to use as often as outright sniping.
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It is helping. He doesn't want to think right now, and he's become pretty damn focussed.
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During this all he's used his tail to sweep up both his drink and snack at different times, either drinking or munching on them as this continued.
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He barks a "Hold up! Hold up!" before pointing at Vegeta.
"...I didn't know your tail could do that much."
Yes, it's worth noting, because that's crazy useful!
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Then barking back, "What did you think it was for, decoration?!" Not that Vegeta uses it a lot to show off. He will now and then in the kitchen while cooking, to grab stuff if his hands are busy, but for the most he keeps it safely wrapped around his waist. And of course for training when he's focused on fighting with it. "It's another limb."
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See, it's one thing when your buddy is impressed by your super awesome fight moves. And he is! He's expressed so many times and even talks Vegeta up to other people. But he's also impressed by this incredible little burst of buttmobility he didn't know about.
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"For most Saiyans their tails were a weakness as well as a strength, so keeping them close to us were a way to help protect them. Any decent Saiyan learned to use this to their benefit, as many forget that it's another limb to fight with," Then a huff of a laugh, not a nice one. "Until they get hit with it."
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"Hell, it's even good for a cupholder but goddamn I'd pay good money to see you whoop ass with your own ass."
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Vegeta then levels a very flat look at Yondu. "You cannot use it as a cupholder." Don't even think about it.
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"I wasn't gonna ask."
But that made him think about it, briefly, and what kind of bizarre situation that would be. Still, not going to ask. Just gonna move on to the more real question. "How's Trunks been?"
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"He's been training me how to use a sword." He adds, actually offering that without a need for prompting.
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He bets that even Vegeta wielding a campfire log could do a fuck of a lot of damage but he's self-critical enough to be honest about his progress. Yondu was always a dagger man himself, as they're pretty easy to hide. The one in his arm sheath currently is a candy-red display.
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However... Vegeta struggles with a way to answer Yondu's question, his pride not allowing him to admit he isn't instantly an expert at it. Logically he knows that is not possible... but he's spent so much of his time training, perfecting what he was capable of doing, that to start from step one was difficult for him. "I'm... learning." That answer having a bit of a snap to it.
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"Man I seen some poeple use some special laser swords? Bet someone with your strength could casually dissect a ship or somethin'. Nice!"
Even if he's learning, he's apparently very happy with the fact Vegeta was doing something that could eventually wreck some shit.
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A sword or any weapon would have the same trouble, everything physical would eventually have a breaking point. "If I required to do so and wanted to use a sword, I would use this." Vegeta raising his hand to the side away from them both, a blade of ki extending from the end of his hand and resembling a long blade shape.
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Oh hey! That is pretty great. Yondu nods approvingly, making a little Yeah, alright! kind of face, as much as one can describe an expression as that.
"How much ki can use in a fight? Do you start wearin' out at some point?"
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"Here I haven't had a need to push far enough to come close to being exhausted." Although, "Unless I'm starving." Saiyans really did run on great amounts of food. Vegeta can work through hunger, he certainly has before, rage was a great replacement fuel, but that would only work for a limited time too. If there was no energy in the body to burn you started to do damage to the body itself.
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