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Entry tags:
- edge [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- ple two [ou],
- ~x~ash [ou],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~dread thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~evie grimhilde [ou],
- ~x~feanor [ou],
- ~x~ignis scientia [ou],
- ~x~jessie custer [au],
- ~x~kumoko [ou],
- ~x~maglor [ou],
- ~x~manabu yuuki [crau],
- ~x~peter parker [ou],
- ~x~renee corbin [ou],
- ~x~sarai thunderstorm [ou],
- ~x~tony stark [ou]
A new Platform [Intro post~ August]
For those on the Train
"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Apple." The train announces as always as everyone wakes up the morning of the sixteenth. "Due to your success on Hub World #5739 your team points have been updated on the system. The on train shop has unlocked new stock."
For those going to investigate it might seem like the boredom of the last two weeks will be alleviated a little. More so after a few hours when there is a second announcement.
"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent."
By now they should know to hold on as the train jerks and jolts. There is only fog outside the windows but the train soon comes to a stop. The doors hiss open.
As they exit into the fog they may notice Hibiki exiting from the luggage carriage door. She hasn’t been seen since the Hub World and they might be forgiven for believing she stayed behind. But here she is, backpack on her back as she walks through the station. She heads no call, reacts to no words and cannot be stopped as she walks to the ticket barrier and disappears through it.
It is impossible to follow. But you soon may be distracted because this platform is far from empty.
For new arrivals
At first all you can see if steam. Billowing around you as you come to your senses. You are standing, in clothes that are not your own, styles you might not even recognise. You are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be you, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and you realise you aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it hold twelve figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing, even if one of them is a spider. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a ticket barrier. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.
What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails.Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Out step a selection of people, wearing clothes just like yours.
The Train
The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is 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 not be a good thing.
Once on the train there is plenty to explore. A new sleeper carriage has appeared as has a medical bay. Neither were there before those already on the train had disembarked to meet their new travelling companions.
Each ICP shows the same message. The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food, though it seems that eggs are still predominately on the menu.
New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
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 and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. Those who boarded two weeks ago will know what is coming next.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view 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."
Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is 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. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.
Welcome to voidspace.
"Good morning passengers, it is day sixteen of the month of Apple." The train announces as always as everyone wakes up the morning of the sixteenth. "Due to your success on Hub World #5739 your team points have been updated on the system. The on train shop has unlocked new stock."
For those going to investigate it might seem like the boredom of the last two weeks will be alleviated a little. More so after a few hours when there is a second announcement.
"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void imminent."
By now they should know to hold on as the train jerks and jolts. There is only fog outside the windows but the train soon comes to a stop. The doors hiss open.
As they exit into the fog they may notice Hibiki exiting from the luggage carriage door. She hasn’t been seen since the Hub World and they might be forgiven for believing she stayed behind. But here she is, backpack on her back as she walks through the station. She heads no call, reacts to no words and cannot be stopped as she walks to the ticket barrier and disappears through it.
It is impossible to follow. But you soon may be distracted because this platform is far from empty.
For new arrivals
At first all you can see if steam. Billowing around you as you come to your senses. You are standing, in clothes that are not your own, styles you might not even recognise. You are carrying a rucksack on your back. For a moment it seems to just be you, alone in the white haze but then the steam begins to fade and you realise you aren’t alone.
The platform is not very large, but it hold twelve figures all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing, even if one of them is a spider. The tracks stretch left and right into steam, or perhaps fog. Nothing can be seen to either side. There is a wall around the platform and the only entrance is a ticket barrier. It cannot be open, nor do there seem to be any staff.
What there is, is a train. Jet black and gleaming where it stands on the rails.Voidtrecker Express is emblazoned in the engine in gold. There is a hiss as the doors slide open.
Out step a selection of people, wearing clothes just like yours.
The Train
The doors hiss open. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there is 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 not be a good thing.
Once on the train there is plenty to explore. A new sleeper carriage has appeared as has a medical bay. Neither were there before those already on the train had disembarked to meet their new travelling companions.
Each ICP shows the same message. The food stores have been topped up with new fresh food, though it seems that eggs are still predominately on the menu.
New passengers will find their tickets allow them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!
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 and you will hopefully find a pillow for your bed if it has not been nabbed by a roommate, there are also spare blankets for if it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers and the doors slide shut. Those who boarded two weeks ago will know what is coming next.
The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view 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."
Hopefully someone warns you that you really want to heed that warning because a moment later there is 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. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever changing colours.
Welcome to voidspace.
On the platform
The moment she came around, the spider froze, thoughts racing through her head faster than should really be possible for her poor, overworked synapses. Weird misty place, check. Humans, check, oldschool locomotive like she was about to go to a school for wizards, check. Ah, she knew where she was. It was so simple, so clear.
No way, as if! Of course she had no idea! She focused on the nearest human, and used Appraisal. Or tried to use Appraisal, because the usual information was nowhere to be seen. Huh, wasn't her health bar also missing? Appraisal, where are you? You can't leave without saying goodbye, she thought they had something special! Her most reliable skill, gone? There's got to be a word for this level of betrayal!
To anyone looking at the spider, she'd been standing frozen, and now started to shake a little.
Where was this? Definitely not the labyrinth, or even outside the labyrinth. Could this be another reincarnation? Two is definitely too many for one girl, right? Right? Isn't this too much? And hey, shouldn't she not be a spider any more? Keep her as a spider but take away all of her skills? Wasn't that asking for her to be killed?
The shaking increased.
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But something just had to top all of it, and that was the fact that when Madoka turned to look to her side, there was just.. a spider.
A huge spider.
Madoka's reaction almost comically mirrored the spider's own. The moment she noticed her, Madoka also froze up, and then also started shaking, as if they were in sync.
Was this one of the witch's familiars? But how was she going to fight it without magical powers? Madoka had no idea, but in this moment all she could do was let out a high-pitched shriek.
"A.. Ah..!"
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More to the point, isn't that girl way too cute? It's against the rules to look like that even in just a shapeless blue hoodie, isn't it? If she had to meet any kind of human first, this would definitely be the best.
"Hey," she tried to say, but it came out as a clicking hiss.
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But with little means to defend herself, she instead just held up her hands in front of her, whimpering, "P-Please don't hurt me..!"
Even Madoka knew that pleading with a witch's familiars (because surely a big spider like that couldn't be anything else, right) didn't do a whole lot, so she quickly started frantically looking around her. "W.. Where did Kyuubey go.." Here he had been harassing her the whole time to make a contract, and now she wanted to do so and defend herself he was gone!!
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Don't hurt her? Oh, yeah, humans would obviously still be scared of big spiders no matter where you were. That was natural. Yeah. She skittered around to face Madoka, and then froze again. How was she meant to show she wasn't going to kill them? And with all these people around? She shivered again, sharp forelimbs clacking against the platform, and looked around. Human, human, hu-- elf? Okay, that could be looked at later. Her eyes caught on the thread trailing behind her, automatically spun out without her thinking about it, and an idea came to her. Well, an old idea came back, but if there was a translation system here, then...
She quickly dragged the white thread around to lie between her and the pink-haired girl, and arranged it into characters.
'WHERE AM I'
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Whoooah!
The moment he notices a huge spider shaking as if it was to lounge at its first victim Feanor takes a few steps back and exclaims.
"Begone spawn of Ungoliant! Perish in the darkness where you came from, demon!"
Feanor could really use a sword to back his words. Otherwise, these are just empty threats and they all end up dead very soon. He has already examined the contents of his rucksack and is painfully aware nothing inside can even remotely be counted as a weapon.
This... is bad...
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But he's not actually attacking, just searching through a bag. Is he casting a spell? She'll show him!
Black Bullet!
..... nothing, huh. Can't rely on the System for magic casting, huh. You got lucky this time, elf.
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Feanor takes another look at the monster. Because that's a weirdly similar object strapped to her back. Similar to what he as. Same design, different color.
Since when spiders, demonic or otherwise, carry backpacks?.
"Are you trying to get on that train?"
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Unexpectedly, the danger passed just like that?
Well, thanks, sudden burst of good fortune!
After an awkward pause, she nods.
Re: On the platform
"Identify yourself." His eyes go from just seeing the spider itself to the weird thing that might be a spider version of a hoodie and a rucksack that smelled awful. "Let me make this clear, spider. I'm not tolerating any violence on the passengers of this train or on this platform. Tell me, are you friend or foe?"
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He's definitely charging some kind of attack, though. Hmm. A pickle, to be sure.
Sh rears up, the better to wave her bladed forelimbs in a shrug. Hey, smart guy, don't you know spiders can't talk?
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Tilting his head to the side, his curiosity getting the better of him. He lowers his hand and looks at the beast questionably. "You can't speak? Can you understand me?"
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She also holds the magic array she was sculpting, just in case that gauntlet is pointed her way again. But he doesn't need to know that.
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hey cmere peter
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A bow that swiftly gets slung over her back--of course she sees the spider, but spiders don't...usually...shake like that. And Sarai's got a very well honed sense of curiosity, as well as the power of the Echo on her side. So she tilts her head, rather birdlike, and gazes at the spider with perhaps a bit of trepidation, but no fear.
"It's a lot to take in, I know," she says, kindly. This wouldn't be the first panicking being she had seen, here. First spider, though! "I'm Sarai. Are you all right?"
She'll trust to the Echo to fill in the blanks she's drawing. Let it do some good, for once--she hopes!
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Look, it's not like there's been anyone to be all nice to her since she was born, okay?
It's an agonising three seconds that feels more like hours to her, before she flops down with a dramatic hiss. The Echo picks up a plaintive wail.
Are you kidding? What part of this is okay? I was so close to getting out of the labyrinth and getting to eat gourmet food! Isn't this totally unfair?
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"Well...the bright side is, you do seem to be out of the labyrinth? Though I am not entirely certain this is better, from your perspective." Because if this were a normal situation? Sarai would expect most of the rest of the train to be understandably freaked out by a giant spider.
This isn't a normal situation by any means, however. And Sarai isn't really the type to be afraid of spiders, large OR small. Though she does give voice to a slightly breathy laugh at the spider's food obsession.
"I'm not egotistical enough to call my cooking gourmet food, but I suppose it might be a sight better than what you might get in a labyrinth!"
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Telepathy? This has to be telepathy, right?
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So far, everyone else on the train could communicate with each other just fine, so what's not to say this Spider can't talk? It looks like it might be difficult. It also looks scared with all the shaking it's doing.
"Uh... hey-hey calm down. It's okay. It's not that scary."
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The spell works. She flickers, and moves a whole three metres to the left. Hmm. Again. Three metres to the right.
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Is this some kind of special spider dance? Is she performing, here? Isn't this super embarrassing?
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"O-Okay, okay. You don't want me to come any closer. That's fine. We can talk like this-I'll stay here. I'm Peter-I'm actually Part Spider-well pretty much part Spider."
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Spiders can't look sceptical, but if they could, she would be radiating it. Part-Spider? He doesn't look like an Arachne, and he doesn't look powerful enough to be done kind of exalted existence beyond it, so... unless he just means he's some weirdo human who really likes spiders and... ugh, too much thinking.
She folds her front legs and leans back. Prove it, guy.
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Were he back on Eorzea, Dread would instantly be on guard; the monsters of that world were united in aggression towards the spoken races, after all. But this wasn't Eorzea, and so far the train had picked up many different people from many different worlds. And even among the beast tribes, there were kobolds, goblins, sahagin...
Dread approached slowly, hands at his sides. "Excuse me."
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This has gotta be Dread!
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Shaking a little with the strain of it, she thinks, how nice it is to meet him. And does a little bob up and down, just in case.
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