voidtreckerexpress | A New Platform [Intro Post August]

A New Platform [Intro Post August]

PLATFORM STOP: MONTH 19
(SYMPHONY)

BEFORE ARRIVAL

"Good morning Voidtreckers, it is day sixteen of the month of Symphony. Points have been updated on the system."
The voice of the Voidtrecker Express welcomes passengers at the same time as always, sometime after breakfast. With points updated, everyone can spend the morning shopping. Most people will be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later, as the colours of the void outside the windows blur more and more.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. The weather is sunny with a cool breeze. 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.

ON THE PLATFORM

1. THE ARRIVAL

At first, all your character can see is steam billowing around them as they come to their senses. But as their eyes adjust, they find themselves on a platform. The stones are cobbled beneath them and there are small stone shapes lining the edge, decorative in nature. The sun is shining but there is a cold wind, blowing through the platform at intervals, almost biting in its chill.

They stand in clothes not their own, in a style they might not even recognise. They're carrying a rucksack on their person, and for a moment it seems to just be them, alone on this platform. Before the fog starts to subside, and they'll see they're one of Twelve figures: all facing the tracks, and all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies, the latter in one of four colours. Purple, red, blue or orange.

But then there's a roaring sound to get their attention, and out from the fog arrives a train. A sleek black, it reads The Voidtrecker Express in gold lettering on the side. Every one of the doors hiss as they open automatically, and out pours a strange assortment of people, over a hundred at least. Some are human, some less so, with a majority wearing the same hoodie of four colours as they do, though some sport outfits in a variety of styles.

The train doors close behind them, and the vehicle is cloaked in the same fog that hides the world beyond the platform. A group of people head towards the gates of the platform, their expressions blank and unaffected by their surroundings. Danielle Phantom, Fai. D Flourite, K'zeka Tia, Ruggie Buchi and John Connor They disappear through the barriers, but no one else can - all people can do is wait until the train re-emerges, finishing whatever changes it's making.

2. BOARDING THE TRAIN

After a short time, about ten minutes or so, the fog clears and the doors hiss open again. Everyone will feel a pull when they do, a need to board, and those from the train may encourage new arrivals to board. This feeling grows into one of apprehension and turns worse the longer they stay off-board.

For those that do board, they may find themselves in a few different carriages, but most likely the standard coach. A row of seats sit available, with a few tables between each. More likely than not, some cookies have been set out with jugs of drink, and cups available for pouring.

For those that don't, however, they're likely to attract attention if they're spotted. And if that fails... an unfortunate end will await them.

a. New arrivals will notice a screen and console in every carriage sharing the same message, and a stack of leaflets in holders by them offering further information to the curious (see 'Publications'). There are lavatories available on each carriage on one end, with another console with a deposit box under it at the other. This is the train shop.

b. It'll take some time for newbies to figure out the layout, even if there's only two directions to go in. Go one end, and you'll find the food stores and washing utilities. This month's key ingredient is broccoli, and you're sure to bump into others curious about what's in the stock.

c. Go to the other end, and you'll find the sleeper cabins. Plaques sit on the wall by each door with the names of their occupants, and one of these will be yours - hopefully, they'll figure out that swiping their ticket against the doorpad will open it up to them. 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.

d. At the farthest end in this direction is the luggage carriage, where passengers who have bought items from the train shop will find their purchases. These are scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags, but there's also a small fridge and kettle here with bottled water, for those who want a quiet drink.

e. Of course there are the new additions to explore. A fireplace has been added to the library, complete with a rug and plenty of soft reading pillows. For those less inclined to sit still there is a swimming pool carriage, complete with foam fish. Plenty of fun for all.

DEPARTURE

Spend your time exploring, if you will. But people will have half an hour before a second horn sounds, encouraging any stragglers taking advantage of the fresh air to board. After five minutes from this, the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train begins to rumble with activity, and the platform starts to disappear into a fog as the voidcraft moves. A female-coded artificial voice echoes throughout the train.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express. 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.

NAVIGATION ~ GAMEPLAY ~ SETTING ~ CHARACTER INITIATIVES ~ QUESTIONS

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Platform I

small axolotl

Platform II - train arrived

Sleeper upper 1, cabin C

Garden car

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ooc: Anywhere else you'd like to find him or lead him, go right ahead.

A. Platform

When her eyes open to a train station, confusion is the foremost emotion, followed quickly by dread. How long has it been? It could have been as little as a few days, perhaps as long as months. Maybe even longer. Her fingers curl into fists at her side, bunching up the fabric of her hoodie and pants. Her small family is strong in some ways, fragile in others. Her going missing might be a problem. Unless she's overthinking this, but--she knows them fairly well and they all have issues with people disappearing. Her in particular for some of them, she imagines.

With a deep breath, Persephone closes her eyes and then opens them to sight of people spilling off the train. Right, time to find them.

It's only now that she appreciates how signature looks help with finding someone. Much easier to find a big splotch of red than a smaller white haired man with whatever clothes he's wearing today. If he's still here at all. If any of them are here.

Tugging down her tragically bright orange hoodie, she resigns herself to fact that people will probably see her before she sees them. Well best to make it easy. She fluffs up her hair, sending it spilling over her shoulders to the ground and hovers above the heads of those around her to watch the doors.

She should probably help any new arrivals but one crisis at a time

B. Pool

After reunions, she finally takes the time to look through the train cars. At the sight of the pool, she drops her admittedly heavy bag on the spot and floats up to look inside.

"When did this happen?!" Persephone pokes at the little plastic fish, a crown of flowers curling over her head as her excitement rises. " Oh my gosh. Do I still have a swimsuit?"

She dives back down to look through her bag, fingerwalking through a varies and strange collection of clothing. Some of which is piling onto the floor. Don't mind her mess.

..::|| Return to the Platform ||::..

You helped me through a lot. I hope you're safe and happy now. Thank you for everything, and I hope everyone's accepting you and treating you well. And that you find someone who can be the partner you deserve.

"Kaiba...?" he murmers as he begins to stir. A small squirrel, René, gives a few squeaks near his head and he blearily blinks his eyes open. Why is the surface hard? Did he fall asleep somewhere weird?

....Wait, that doesn't make sense. He'd just wake up in his bed anyway. The Train just... does that.

He takes a look at his surroundings as he sits up, giving a yawn. René scurries up the hoodie to his shoulder. Huh. His hoodie. Did he have this on when he fell asleep? And why is he on the platform?

"...What is going on here...?" And he's now wide-eyed as he tries to piece it all together. Did he sleepwalk out here or something? He can't help but shiver at the cold wind. Maybe he should get inside. But he sure is going to stare around dumbfounded for several moments instead.

..::|| Wrong Sleeper ||::..

Okay, so... apparently he's been gone for a while. Somehow?

It's still really hard to wrap his head around, and honestly, he's ready to flop onto his bed and call it a day. He goes to Sleeper Two, Cabin C (which apparently now there's an upper floor for? Why has so much changed?) on the lower level out of habit, not yet realising that he's been assigned to a new cabin.

And he is absolutely met with frustration when the door doesn't open for him after trying to scan himself in. Again. And again. Still rejected.

"Awe, come on..." he absolutely looks like he's about to cry. He just wants a nap and then he'll deal with readjusting. Please? Pretty please? Nevermind that he was asleep before he woke up on the platform to all of this. That doesn't count.

He just sinks to the floor, defeated and curling up on himself.

..::|| Sleeper Upper One, Cabin C ||::..

Yay! He found it! His new home! ...Room. Assignment. Thing. And these beds are definitely better than what he was sleeping on before. It even has a candy! And his defeat from earlier is forgotten. René scrambles to find somewhere on Daia's back as he flops onto his front into the pillow. (After he checked to see if anyone's personal belongings were one it; he doesn't want to accidentally steal someone's spot.)

He can't help but kick his legs back and forth excitedly. He wonders what else is new on the train now that he feels better from the earlier overwhelm.

Oh! But he should introduce himself to his new roommates. He kind of just beelined it for the first available bed he saw. Whoops.

He peeks his face out over his arm and the pillow to peek at any roommates inside. Maybe he'll see a familiar face? That would be nice.

"Hi, I'm Daia. It's nice to meet you."

He offers a smile. Though he hopes he didn't make himself look silly just now. Oh, well. He's sure it's fine.

..::|| Games ||::..

Daia wants to play some board games. It's a great way to relax and maybe make some new friends. He looks through his options before becoming decidely curious on just what's upstairs.

And finding VR headsets was not something he expected. If only because it's not a thing he's seen before. He'll start poking and prodding the buttons, trying to figure out just what this (these?) thing does. When he figures out to put the visor on his face, he immediately freaks out and yanks it back off.

He looks around the room. It looks the same as before he put the thing on. Looking down at the headset, he's not sure what just happened. Or if he should put it back on again.

Maybe it's a portal to another world? How does it work?

If he sees someone come by, he'll immediately look at you, clearly distressed.

"What is this thing?" He'd never been good with technology the entire time he'd been here before, either. He has no idea what's going on. Maybe he broke it? He'll even hold it out to you. "How do you use it?"

platform thoughts

He takes a seat on the stone shapes bordering this platform, warm thermos' of tea in a basket, along with the chunkier mugs, ones no one will mourn should they break or be left behind. Offering tea to any familiar or unfamiliar faces, this platform he also brought along...

... corn? It does look like corn, or something corn-like, wrapped in aluminum foil. He has one tinged red in hand, gesturing to the section of the basket lined with wrapped ears of whatever vegetable this is.

"The ones with a cross are spicy, the ones with the line are lightly salted!"

Or, to familiar faces from the most recent time of chaos trying to get civilians out of a war zone into safer places, by whatever marker of that measure, a smile, a nod, and a, "It's nice to have a moment outside without the weight of a world hanging overhead, isn't it."

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Wei Wuxian is found throughout the train; hit me up with your own top level, or with a two-word or carriage name prompt in subject line and I'll make us a starter!

[Nia had already blown her secret during the last mission, so she was at the pool in her Blade form, the leotard being better for swimming than the clothes the Train gave her. She notices the commotion, and instincts trained by dozens upon dozens of side quests bring her to the source.]

Oh hey, you're that Persephone gal, ain'tcha? The one that took care of the Garden car before me?

platform flights

The dragon as long as any of the carriages took his friends around in the brisk sunlight, letting them down again and shaking himself off when the expected bell didn't come as soon as it often did. Thus for once, the bulk of him, settled mostly on top of the Voidtrecker Express, is not in flying motion for a full few minutes, while he basks in sunlight in all his white scaled, light blue maned glory.

"Can probably get another flight in..." He says, musing out loud to himself with his eyes closed as he soaks up the sun, ignoring the chill in the air.

late night cool pool daze

He announces over the ICP that it's not going to be safe for people who don't like naked people in the pool in the last hour before time blanks out for everyone, three nights after the pool carriage joined the Voidtrecker Express's lineup.

It's a little tongue in cheek, because Lan Jingyi doesn't actually dive into the pool naked after he switches the settings to cool. He simply dives in wearing his underrobe, which is as good as naked in his book, and enjoys swimming around in his normal form, even if the odd scent of the water here is always going to make him feel foreign in it.

Come enjoy a late night swim, or ignore the handwritten sign he pasted on either end of the carriage entrances to note that "Caution: Less Clothed Swimming Male." This is the ultimate selfishness, and after spaceburns and the war efforts they'd been working with and he'd had to be human seeming for last week, he's being This Selfish, Please.

Anyone entering might have the terrible timing to walk through just as water goes splashing their way, Jingyi having flopped expressively back into the water as if he were a water dragon, instead of one more heavily aligned to air.

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feel free to wildcard running into jingyi anywhere: he maintains the memorial stone daily, and does his purple chores, and otherwise exercises, meditates, practises with sword, or reads romance novels and/or watches HAPPY ENDING romances in the movie carriage, okay. as you do.

[Arrival]

[It's not the first time Aelienor has found herself coming to her senses in an unfamiliar location. Last time, however, she'd had her own clothes and belongings with her, and her surroundings had been far more obviously...strange. Here, the biting wind might have her clutching her arms against the cold, but as she squints around through the steam and the glare from the sun, the train station seems...oddly normal. One of the other figures looks familiar, granted, but there's no way it's who it looks like.

Instead of investigating the obvious false hope, she tries to hail one of the passengers heading for the exit. When her wave gets no response, she frowns and tries giving the man's shoulder a light shove. When even that gets no response, she starts looking around more cautiously and reaches into her rucksack in search of a weapon. When all she finds is another, slightly smaller and slightly stinkier but also more familiar rucksack...well, honestly, that's a little befuddling.]

The hells is the point of giving me a new pack just so's I can carry my old pack? [A glance toward the now shrouded train, and the group of people that emerged without making for the exit.] Please tell me one of you can explain what in the name of the Navigator's fishy arse is going on here?

[Exploring]

[By the time she boards the train, Aelienor has found a small handful of her belongings still in her own bag. With a book strapped at her hip, and a small creature beside her, she takes to exploring her surroundings. In particular, someone might find her poking cautiously at one of the ICPs, as though trying to figure out what it's for while concerned it might bite her if she pushes the wrong button. Or maybe you've caught the attention of her carbuncle while she looks around some carriage, and are now being subjected to the stare and hopeful wiggles of a familiar hoping for pets. Surely you can't say no to those eyes, right?]

Aelienor had also tried getting the attention of one of the people leaving, though she had tried slightly harder before turning around and retrieving her bag from within her bag. This means that when she turns back toward the train, she's staring the figure she'd thought seemed familiar right in the face, and...there's no mistaking those eyes. The faintly luminous eyes of an Ancient, of a man who she'd thought gone.

"Hyth...?"

Before she can really think it through, she runs forward to throw her arms around him. "I thought ye-" There's still a crowd. She clears her throat, before starting again. "I thought you'd moved on."

Sneaking up on Hythlodaeus isn't what's going to happen. Elidibus isn't trying to do this but he is here because of the Ancient. One that's hale and whole and not Lahabrea or Emet-Selch.

There's an ambystoma paddling happily around in one of the watering cans and he's fairly certain it wasn't someone's pet ordered before the platform. It had a feeling of old creation magic around it, touched by whatever power the train had to fill the journey with animals and the like. Elidibus had not looked into that much. But the axolotl might have its head gently stroked by a finger briefly.

It had taken some thought on how to approach Hythlodaeus though. Whether to withdraw from this vessel and approach in aetherical form or keep the visage many on the journey had become accustomed to. In the end it's the latter he chooses, the young hume lad of the First, clad in red polo shirt and khaki pants. He stuck with that attire too, though it would have been simple to replace it with a robe.

Ah the things he did to keep the peace. But best to meet the figure without disguising anything about what he, Elidibus, is on the train, to someone who, especially this close, is touched by the lingering essence of Lord Zodiark. There really is only one answer for that, isn't there?

"I hope I'm not disturbing you greatly? I've come to offer my greetings."

Setting aside who can see what, the train isn't all that long. Nor was the platform wide. They all probably know each other are present.

Ian isn't the only one who finds swimming to be comforting. In this new environment, full of strange technology she's still figuring out, water is familiar...even if it does smell funny. With the announcement, however, she slides the door partially open to call in before entering properly.

"You mind some company of the feminine sort? I know some folks get more shy in front of the opposite sex."

Hythlodaeus's frown at the disappeared figure smooths out in an easy, gentle smile when she addresses him.

He doesn't know her, no, but he knows who she must be. A fraction, a reflection, of Azem. And the warmth in his heart for her easily flows in his eyes, in the curve of his lips. Even as he is held, the first physical contact he's had in a long, long time.

He does not, in fact, try to move away, and his arms come up to gently pat her back.

"Well, this is a little strange - I have yet to make your acquaintance, but you do know me. And even more, I have no idea how or why I am here, even less so attired this oddly."

Strange does not, clearly, mean bad. Or unwelcome.

She frowns, backing away slightly, but still holding his shoulders. Much as she knows Hythlodaeus has a mischievous streak, this doesn't seem like something he'd joke about.

"Did the Lifestream addle your memory that quick? You can't tell me you've forgotten your new old friend."

One of these strangers is hovering in the air, and sets down in front of them.

"Alright. Gotta warn you, though, you won't like the answer. You'll probably fuckin' hate it, actually."

Jingyi catches the question as he treads water on the deeper end of the pool, glancing towards where she's speaking from. He does consider a yes or no, breaking it down to a compromise based on his values, and limited shared spaces.

Shrugs don't translate well in water, but he shrugs as he kicks with his feet, and calls out an answer.

"As long as you're not into staring or screaming, I can respect shared space if you can."

Months ago, he might have been more embarrassed. These days he's just aware of voidcraft limitations, and certain of himself.

"Pools big enough as long as I don't go dragon, so do as you want. Unless you're stealing all the water, then don't do as you want, that'd be rude."

He shifted forward, resuming a leisurely swim towards the pools edge, planning to kick off it and swim back the other direction. There's a good mindlessness in repeated patterns, and swimming is different than the running and everything else he's made work in his months on the train.

Hovering is...a bit odd, but not something that draws more than a raised eyebrow out of her. The words, however, prompt her to shift her old backpack into one hand so she can rest the other on her hip.

"If'n I had a fistful of gil for every time I got an answer I didn't like, I'd be able to buy out the Syndicate."

Thanatos spent day after day holding a stone and searching the Void in some faint hope that he could catch some glimpse of Prosera and thus Persephone, the one he'd have the best chance of finding. It seemed a fool's hope. Nothing seemed to change, but if he felt betrayed by no one searching for him, Thanatos had to try and keep trying. He even strengthened his connection to the train in order to do so despite fearing what it would mean for his return home.

The VoidTrecker Express opens its doors, and Thanatos shifts, pulled by something he hadn't felt for a month. Thanatos looks different than she last saw him. His hair has been cut short again. However, he throws his arms around Persephone the instant he can. The strong hug feels like the natural thing to do. Mort jumps from his spot to nuzzle her cheek.

Part of him didn't think this day would ever come. Thanatos doesn't know what to say, and the hug is already beyond what he's used to.

Elidibus's presence makes Hythloadeus straighten up slightly, and for a moment, when the man's attention is on the ambystoma, he closes his eyes, trying not to think about being drawn into Zodiark once again, with His heart right here.

But by the time he speaks, his expression is serene and easy, his eyes open and clear. He inclines his head.

"Elidibus. 'tis no disturbance, and I thank you for them - and greetings to you, in turn. Have you been well?"

The man deserves naught but his admiration and respect, and even after this time, affection, after all. Courtesy, certainly. He is not the youth that Azem went up to mischief with, and yet, he also isn't not.

She snorts at the final remark as she steps into the pool room. She's already wearing one of the train provided swimsuits, albeit in blue rather than her assigned purple.

"Elezen might be a bit on the tall side, but I don't take up that much space as to need all the water."

Normally, she'd just dive in at the deep end, but that might be a bit rude with someone else already there. Instead, she crouches down and slides in head first, pushing off from the wall of the pool toward the other end.

I – Platform
Why is it so cold?! It’s horrible, Idia huddling within the hood of his hoodie, gripping a hot cup of tea between his hands, shoulders hunched up as if to help against the cold. He wants back in. Quick.

Though Idia forces himself to stay long enough to see someone head off. Without much reaction from him. Really, what did he expect? Everyone would leave eventually, it was only a matter of time, as Idia watched Ruggie leave pass the barrier. Sighhh, and Idia had just gone and made him a broom. What a waste of time and resources. Ah well, he would just have to tear it back apart and see where he can use the materials in something else. Still, what a pain.

II – Lab and around the train – morning
And earlier in the day that’s where Idia will be, having grabbed a quick bite in the kitchen before heading to spend most of his morning in the Lab, pulling apart the broom he had just created for Ruggie not that long ago. Well… now he needs a new project… he’s not sure what though.

Other than that he will take a break here and there, popping into the Gaming carriage to get a few sessions in and to check on those who may had been playing Star Rogue and going through the data he’s been collecting on how those who have played been doing on it. Then off to the Library to check through some books for inspiration for a new idea to build, and just wandering the train and scribbling in his notebook or typing away on the holoscreen of his computer, getting down any ideas that come to mind.

III – Lab and around the train – for an hour in the afternoon
Gods damn stupid candies! Why hadn’t Idia learned his lesson already with taking those?! Then again… they were really useful. At least the calming ones at night were, they helped him calm down a lot easier and get to sleep sooner. And now and then he was still using the red candies to get work done. As had been the plan today, feeling himself getting into a lull in the afternoon and deciding to pop a couple of what he thought was the red candies, blinding grabbing them and crunching down on them.

And thus this is how the train gains a little eastern dragon on the train for an hour or so, a white one with a mass of blue flame for its mane and tail, and golden eyes. Ughhhhh… While Idia had tried to get the motion of flying at first, following the instructions that had gone out at the last station stop when this all had started happening, he eventually gives up on that. And just lies on his skull-shaped floating computer, allow it to float him around the train where he needs to go.

He’ll still be in the Lab, trying to work on stuff, though it’s harder with being so tiny, he having to scamper over stuff to try and pull it apart or together, using his magic to help lift stuff he can no longer move. Or maybe floating his way down the hallways to the kitchen or similar for a snack. Or trying to escape to his room to hide from it all. Whatever. As adorable as he looks, he wants this to be over…

IV – Wildcard

The smile is still steady, but his eyebrows rise slightly.

"Ah... I can see the soul which you carry, but I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you personally - though I would have little hesitation to call you my new old friend. I have met a different one, very recently and then," slight hesitation. Those memories should be distant and unimportant, yet they are anything but. "A very long time ago.

"All the more reason to learn about you, I think!"

He will absolutely ignore the terrifying implications of those memories and also of different shards who remember him and focus on what he can control, after all. And what he feels.

A different one? Her brow furrows as she tries to figure out how that might work, but nothing she comes up with makes sense. There are many reincarnations of Azem, it's true, but she should be the only one to have met Hythlodaeus...right?

"On the moon, and in Elpis, right? This doesn't make a lick of sense, unless time or world shite's even more complicated than we thought."

Slowly, he inclines his head in confirmation. This is strange indeed, but his eyes are also warm and approving and steady on her. The surprise at the situation is there, certainly, but it gets not in the way of him being glad that she is here. Even with this, well, mystery.

Then he huffs out a soft laugh in his hand.

"For a soul to be plucked from the Aether sea, even soon after arriving there, it is complicated indeed. Of that, I have no doubt."

A small head-tilt. "You are unhurt?"

Just checking.

The connection, the signs (scars), some pieces of Lord Zodiark are there. But there is no true draw. Elidibus did not come to call Hythlodaeus back into the fold.

He closes his eyes for a moment. Yes he is recognized but that isn't any surprise. Still, it meant he would forgo any formalities of bringing the sigil of his office on display as verification. Having had a moment to regard the Amaurotine, Elidibus lets out a gentle sigh.

"As much as can be expected, given our circumstances." His eyes open again. The mortal vessel's gaze is not filled with the luminescent vibrancy of their ancient race though they are blue.

"Your name... is Hythlodaeus, is it not?" The memories ebb and stir and sometimes, especially these days, toss another piece of flotsam on the beach. But this piece of information as a much more mundane origin of the train's roster. The name might have some familiarity for him nonetheless. Recent mention or even longer ago conversation. If he personally knew this man, Elidibus still doesn't remember.

"I will not ask to keep you long. Another will want your attention, like as not." Maybe they already have it. Could be listening nearby even. Or perhaps they're pretending they can hide and ignore this particular passenger.

"Though it might be no easy question to hear, I would ask something nonetheless. On the matter of Lord Zodiark."

Of course he will ask. Like taking a bandaid and ripping it off quickly so they can both be about their business as far as this journey takes them.

"Were you summoned from His fold by this conveyance?" Of course Elidibus considered this possibility. And it was one, for the Voidtrecker Express seemed as capable of plucking out of time and space as it did various realities. Hythlodaeus was unlikely to be from his even. The second half of the question is left unspoken. But knowledge of the other possibility seems already known.

Or has Lord Zodiark already fallen?

Excuse Hythlodaeus as he looks up at the dragon, not a creation anyone in his time has conceptualized, and also the brightness of the soul within.

Clearly it is a person, and all Hythlodaeus can do is smile brightly, murmuring to himself, "ah, how beautiful!"

This whole thing is so confusing, and using his Sight carelessly is rather painful, but he has ever been one to live his life to the fullest, and if this strange place is giving him life yet again, he will not hesitate to embrace all its aspects all over again. And that means learning about all others who are here.

She nods, thinking back to the last time she saw him. If his memory of that is the same, just with someone else in her place...of course he'd be worried.

"Confused to hells and back, but I'm good and recovered from the fighting in Ultima Thule. And however we ended up dumped here, it doesn't seem to have hurt me any...how about you? Coming back to life twice sounds like it might be rough."

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A New Platform [Intro Post August]

Hythlodaeus | FFXIV | Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers possible - let me know if I should avoid

Persephone | OTA

Daia | Daia Game | Orange | OTA

wei wuxian | the untamed

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lan jingyi | untamed (au)

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Platform II

Garden

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Arrival

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Idia Shroud | Twisted-Wonderland

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Endwalker Spoilers

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