Rude Awakening This was Soma's first time hearing the train give anything other than its regular announcements, and it was more than a little disconcerting. Having just finished washing dishes - he knew it was purest folly to trust himself with preparing meals for others, but he wanted to do his part regardless - he's half soaked with sudsy water. Cursing silently, he tosses his apron into the linen bin and heads for the nearest terminal - doubtless he's not the only one doing so. If he's going to help, he needs to know what this place they're heading to is like, first and foremost... and he needs information about those 'world destroyers'. Do feel free to enlighten the FNG to the dangers posed by these things, will ya?
Gathering Materials It doesn't take a person long to get from one place to another when they can both move at incredible speeds and stop time for short durations. Those with the ability to resist such effects will still see little but a blur of purple and white rushing by as he makes his way to the luggage car.
The more perceptive might just hear the Doppler effect applied to a litany of curses as he passes.
Being familiar with magic, he was well versed in the concept of reality bending. Edging around the rules of causality, physics, geometry, and other such constructs was kind of the bread and butter of your average magic user, at least where he came from. Reality destruction on the other hand? That... that was the purview of gods, and godlike beings. Breaking the absolute bedrock rule, that energy can neither be created nor destroyed? That wasn't something he'd ever encountered personally before. And frankly, it scared him.
He's less concerned with clothing than he is with finding materials. Even the smallest scraps of crystal - not that there are many, if any at all, to be found - could prove useful, and once he's through here he's going to be heading to wherever they keep the healing supplies. Every erg of energy he can wring out, he's going to put to use. Lives are at stake.
Anyone paying attention can probably tell he's panicking...
Preparing for the Worst
This was Soma's first time hearing the train give anything other than its regular announcements, and it was more than a little disconcerting. Having just finished washing dishes - he knew it was purest folly to trust himself with preparing meals for others, but he wanted to do his part regardless - he's half soaked with sudsy water. Cursing silently, he tosses his apron into the linen bin and heads for the nearest terminal - doubtless he's not the only one doing so. If he's going to help, he needs to know what this place they're heading to is like, first and foremost... and he needs information about those 'world destroyers'. Do feel free to enlighten the FNG to the dangers posed by these things, will ya?
Gathering Materials
It doesn't take a person long to get from one place to another when they can both move at incredible speeds and stop time for short durations. Those with the ability to resist such effects will still see little but a blur of purple and white rushing by as he makes his way to the luggage car.
The more perceptive might just hear the Doppler effect applied to a litany of curses as he passes.
Being familiar with magic, he was well versed in the concept of reality bending. Edging around the rules of causality, physics, geometry, and other such constructs was kind of the bread and butter of your average magic user, at least where he came from. Reality destruction on the other hand? That... that was the purview of gods, and godlike beings. Breaking the absolute bedrock rule, that energy can neither be created nor destroyed? That wasn't something he'd ever encountered personally before. And frankly, it scared him.
He's less concerned with clothing than he is with finding materials. Even the smallest scraps of crystal - not that there are many, if any at all, to be found - could prove useful, and once he's through here he's going to be heading to wherever they keep the healing supplies. Every erg of energy he can wring out, he's going to put to use. Lives are at stake.
Anyone paying attention can probably tell he's panicking...