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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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There would be other opportunities to contend with the enemy of all mortal life. This was after all, a closed system. He would have what he wanted sooner or later, and it seemed the Ascian understood that far better than his puppets did.
He turns in one smooth motion and wordlessly returns the way he'd originally entered; while until now he had been very careful to keep Elidibus in his sight, red-on-black eyes unblinking and steady, now it seems there's no such concern he might suddenly be attacked from behind, and strangely enough his eyes are now ordinary blue. It's a dismissal, clear and unspoken. No reassurances that he intended to keep his earlier word, or if now that offer was rescinded, no goodbye, no parting threat. There's time to try to stop him, should any of the three be so inclined, even the barrier itself may remain to impede him.
1/3 - Q'uila CW: Extreme Anger, Criticism, Hatred(??)
Stay put.
With Zenos leaving, Elidibus has to tend to the barrier. While the gesture that sends the patterns and wards unweaving may cause him to seem unaffected, even at ease with such lofty spell craft, he is not. Had the situation escalated to battle, he'd have been vulnerable. A barrier of that size and strength, no real extant source of aether to draw from and against Zenos?
But now it's gone and the Garlean Emperor-Elect can leave unimpeded. It's only after the Ascian is utterly certain- a good thirty seconds after the new 'Voidtrecker' has left- that he turns to Q'uila and Tidus.
She has certainly seen that expression of anger before. The cold fury of the ancient Unsundered who saw nothing but death itself in front of him and would see it gone. His voice is ice.
"Pray tell me, Warrior of Darkness. What were you thinking?" Tidus... does not seem to be the direct target of the Ascian's ire; not by any means. A glance of lessened anger; as if Elidibus were upset at him though for far less reasons than Q'uila.
Or perhaps upset for his sake though with the anger toward the miqo'te that is very hard to tell indeed.
"I bid Tidus seek you out so you may at the very least impart a modicum of gravity of the situation to him and perhaps the others who were listening. Not," and here the word is very nearly barked in its intensity, "ask for snacks and waltz in here with him in tow when we knew naught of Zenos's intentions!"
Want to make Elidibus finally snap? Apparently one simply needs to put those whom he's promised to aid and protect at extreme risk with thoughtless action. That he'd feel so strongly though; that may come as a surprise. That he calls her 'Warrior of Darkness'... well, perhaps that's a sign of that wall between her and the one he knows breaking down a little in his outrage. He's focused right back on her.
2/3 - Malding Intensifies
As if to defy it were impossible, Elidibus's expression darkens even more.
"And before you make some glib comment about you and yours capacity to stop him or that there are those on this train that are even more powerful, do you think I would not have known that? That I myself would have been incapable of action? Or mayhap it did not cross your mind what price could be paid before he was contained."
The Ascian seems to draw back some, pulling in a deep breath and seeking to calm his outrage. Though no less coldly does he address the young woman.
"Before you give me an answer, I want you to think hard about what I just said. And how you just acted in the face of a member of Garlean royalty and new arrival, much less Zenos yae Galvus. And tell me. Do you truly think your actions were the best course to take today? I wish to explain to Tidus what happened, since it seems you were disinclined to do so."
He'll be ready to listen, but not for a moment.
3/3 Hasn't Forgotten You Tidus!
"...I understand what brought you here and why you came." Less cold. Less... intense. There is no remembered hatred here, after all. "You acted, in the beginning out of concern and with a reasonable response for what you saw. But you did so rashly." There is a glance, just a brief one, toward Q'uila. "...Though you're not wholly to blame. Th--Q'uila Sunrise should have informed you of the danger. And I could have minimized concern by making certain to be out of the camera's view. Anyone not knowing my nature would likely have thought the same as you." That he was in some form of trouble, pinned to the wall as he was.
While there is a 'but', it's... more of a statement incoming. Something that suggests the actions were reasonable but the execution may have been in appropriate.
"You need to be more aware of risks and consequences. You can't disregard the nature of a person or their attitude because it doesn't fit with how you wish them to act. Anyone new to this train would not be pleased to receive arrogant demands or outright disregard of their greivances with another passenger. Surely you've seen such conflicts countless times before?" And perhaps handled them in the same way, Elidibus does realize.
"Zenos yae Galvus... the one I and Q'uila know from our realities, is barely more than beast. He lives for the hunt. For bloodsport and will do anything and everything to achieve the thrill he craves. The man you treated with today, without giving due consideration or concession, could have been such a creature. It is a blessing his reality has given him a more rational nature. But that does not make him less dangerous. At core he is still prince of Garlemald and their empire is not one to suffer fools nor given to treat those they consider savages kindly."
For a second Elidibus closes his eyes. "There is a great deal unknown. While he is not necessarily 'evil', he is capable of a great deal or it. And if he is even a fragment of the man I've encountered in my past, then it is best to have him as ally and not foe. But to do that, you will need to consider the nature and upbringing of the man."
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It comes, after all that: the dressing down inflicted on Q'uila, what the ascian then turns onto Tidus. And for whatever softened gaze might be on him compared to Q'uila, Tidus's own is hard, infuriated. His hands squeezing into fists and releasing before he shifts on his feet, body never idle when his emotions aren't, and right now, after all this-
"I didn't give due consideration? Didn't treat him well? Where do you get off telling me how to act when you're the guy who thought it'd be a good idea to go around reading people's minds?! And leaving me to deal with the mess you made? I didn't tell that guy he couldn't beat you up or tell you guys to stop - this was never just about you!"
He makes distance from Elidibus and Q'uila, just wanting it, to move on his feet with his mind now on a roll, his mouth too. Turning back to face Elidibus.
"So he's some big tough guy. He's crazy. Maybe. We don't know. And what - you thought you could handle it? That you had a handle on it, strike up some deal? If he's as bad as you're saying, then how long 'til he flips or loses it, huh? We don't know - but I know I'm not going to stand there and care that he's a prince like it means anything. So I'm being bossy for a lowly person? I should care about what he thinks so he doesn't flip? If me telling both of you not to show off over screens and break up a room-" a room filled with chairs and all sorts "-is such a chore, then we've got a lot more to worry about with him on the sooner side the second someone rubs him the wrong way! And then one way or another, we'd have to deal with it - the entire train."
Whatever way that would end up being. Tidus gestures to the nearest staircase.
"So don't treat me like I'm the asshole because things didn't go your way. You didn't even put up that barrier 'til we arrived - you have no idea what could've happened. If I hadn't been on that call and some newbie wandered up here and got involved instead, seeing you two like that? Ugggh-!"
His hands go up, aggravation turning into sound.
"Stop acting like you know better when you're just as bad!"
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Elidibus' reaction certainly is a surprise, well, the anger directed at her isn't much a surprise but the rest of it is particularly his focus on Tidus' wellbeing. Concern? For a non-Amaurotine? Today certainly was turning out to be all kinds of bizarre and Q'uila was having to focus on keeping her ears and tail carefully neutral.
As for Tidus, she makes eye contact and nods in support and waits for him to air his thoughts before speaking up.
"I think we are incredibly lucky that this Zenos is not one of the ones from the lands of which we hail, otherwise that first platform would have been a bloodbath. Something that I know seeing as he has been assigned to my cabin."
She jestures at Tidus, her voice calm in the face of Elidibus' emotion, "Another thing that I know is that you are gravely underestimating Tidus and his abilities. Having sparred with Tidus and having seen him fight in real combat on missions he is incredibly capable, in fact, were Tidus from my star I would be requesting his aid for his assistance in battles. I believe in his ability to fight even in the face of one such as Zenos and was there an issue then we both know full well that both of us would have been able to act in a manner that would have ensured Tidus' safety and the rest of the train. Warriors of Light do not fight alone."
Now she lets her ears flatrern and her tail lash, "And if we are to discuss what is responsible or not, what was not safe was luring Zenos to an isolated location and not telling anyone about your plans. Say somehow it all went completely tits up, Zeka and I would have absolutely no time to prepare and deal with the situation, what would have been the fallout then?"
"As Tidus says, you acted recklessly as well."
Hi It's Me Again. The Split Post 1/3
The Ascian's eyes then travel to Q'uila. Waiting for her to say her piece just as promised. There is a sense he's mulling over each of their points, weighing both the spirit and literal letter of their counter-arguments, even when it's clear his own emotions aren't entirely settled.
There was reason, lifetimes upon lifetimes ago, this man was chosen for his seat of office despite relative youth. And even when he was driven and stubborn in the last days before his defeat there were still moments when he hesitated, briefly wondering over the weight of words he hadn't wanted to hear. Words he couldn't listen to without turning from his duty to his Star and people.
But that duty is not here. It would be a mistake to think Elidibus is acting in the same way, with the same position as before.
"You are correct, Tidus." Elidibus speaks calmly. The anger seems gone from his voice, but there is a firm undertone. "What I did was not so simple as reading minds but it was seen as an invasion. However I reason it will not change how it was perceived. I am a man that makes many such decisions for the sake of his people and have for a time that may be beyond your comprehension to understand. So at your behest and in the wake of the passenger's reactions, I agreed to not do it again without the express permission of those my ability might touch."
His eyes then narrow.
"Yet do not think to claim you 'cleaned up my mess'. I asked you to check on Lan Jingyi's well-being after he had a particularly unpleasant response. It was obvious had I done so at the time it would have worsened his state. I asked for nothing more nor expected it. So if the task were so onerous or you felt I should have not asked at all, refuse next time. I would find another way. If there has been some unsolicited effort on your part to minimize the remaining issues that have resulted from the incident, pray inform me. Otherwise, I will continue to presume the efforts which will be leading me to speak to Lan Jingyi later today to be entirely my own, among others."
Elidibus has not moved, even when Tidus retreated. Q'uila and the youth are still largely in his frame of view and there was no need to chase such a short distance.
"But whether that can even be applied here, and any mistake I may have once made in consideration does not invalidate my words to you, Tidus. If for no other reason than I have recently learned such a lesson in courtesy and can speak with authority when I watch another err. Particularly in such a dangerous way. Would you have done any less? Or should every hypocritical action a person is seen to take be invalidated by their past follies? The way you act is fine even if it makes a dangerous situation worse, all because you didn't act to stop the confrontation? What rational is that, pray tell."
I Think I'm Getting The Hang Of Its Use 2/3
The reasoning was not unfounded; anecdotes and 'personal spats' on the train are often less concerning when it's not backed by a massive spike of power that barrier must have manifested. As for the scope of the barrier itself; Elidibus had to use his own reserves of aether, there being no particular outside source to freely manipulate. Weakening himself even a little like that in front of Zenos, particularly in a mortal vessel, would have been costly to say the least.
"There were reasons I'd not taken these actions. The moment I became aware Zenos was focused not on the Warriors of Light currently on this train but myself, I sought to isolate him and find out why." This matter seems to be as much for Q'uila as it is an answer to Tidus's thoughts on why Elidibus thought he could 'deal with Zenos' alone. "My plan had been to assess what actions may need be taken while he was still new to this train and stripped of his personal effects. Whether action needed to be taken at all. At best, I'd hoped to reach a certain level of neutrality during this journey, as I have with Q'uila and K'zeka."
There is a casual lift of the Ascian's hand. A cloud of shadows appears to consume one of the chairs and disappears, only to billow again several feet away and bringing the chair back unscathed.
"Very few I could not have simply sent away. And those I could not would have been capable," Elidibus then explains. "As I didn't act to send either of you out of the room in a forceful manner, would it not be better to think I felt you were capable enough? Rather, my outrage is that Tidus came in here without vital knowledge you could have had. Should have been told, regardless of the strength you possess. With a person like Zenos in any form, lacking knowledge is deadly. I have every right to have spoken harshly to Q'uila for treating it otherwise." Briefly his gaze falls on the miqo'te. "Did you not suffer defeat at his hands before? Or have you always been easily capable of defeating the one you knew? With or without allies who bled and fell beside you to the fires and flame?"
Please let me know if it's helping! ;; 3/3
The Ascian pulls his lips in a thin smile. "Surely you didn't think I was in such a state that I was helpless in face of a kitchen knife? Wouldn't it have been more likely to presume I let the camera catch my plight on purpose and frame Zenos in the eyes of our fellow allies as an agressor? Warriors of Light do not fight alone, is it?" The last is clearly a chide toward Q'uila, echoing her words for whatever reason is behind the pointed barb. "Nay, both of you focused on Zenos and did little to me until after he departed. Given his position on my kind, he's unlikely to have any mind to listen to either of you now. And likely everyone else on this train is suspect."
There is a short pause. "...Which in itself is another matter I'd hoped to avoid by, as you say, 'not informing anyone of my plans'."
That is to say, not having everyone immediately labeled as Ascian puppets because of some group intervention. Who would he have called? Two Eorzean miqo'te who are the face of the Champion that stands against Garlemald in their realities? That and well, once Zenos had started hunting, there hadn't been a great deal of time. But that's another matter and perhaps best to not bring up.
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He's not going to argue, explain himself or protest - why bother? When Elidibus is going to do nothing but talk at them, running down a list of complaints like some school teacher that thinks he's got the right.
Tidus turns around, gives a "See ya, Q'uila", and heads for the stairs to go down, and to leave the musical carriages entirely. ...and hopefully, not bump into that guy.