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voidtreckerexpress2020-03-28 03:18 pm
dredefulchilde) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-03-28 03:18 pm
Resurrected and it feels so good
Who: Joscelin Fitzthomas + you
What: Why am in this suitcase?
When: Two days after everyone gets back on the train (aka the day before Platform Day)
It's dark. That's the first thing Joss notices. It's dark and cramped and he can't quite figure out why. Hadn't he been with Romeo on the space station? They had followed someone and then there had been gun, and--
Joss gasps, than immediately begins to cough. He feels his chest. He'd gotten shot, hadn't he? That, he remembers clearly. It had hurt like hell for a brief second before everything went black. He figures that he must have passed out from the pain and been transported back to...this very small space where his knees are practically forced up against his chin. What is it? And why does he feel so weak? How badly had he been hurt? Has he been taken captive? Is he in a cage?
The boy struggles for a moment and manages to open whatever he's in enough to see a small crescent of light. It dazzles him. Normally he can see perfectly in both light and dark, but something is off. He feels both blind and deaf; cut off, somehow.
Another kick and his cage gives way completely, revealing itself to be...a suitcase? He falls to the floor of what is obviously the train's baggage car. Why the hell had they put him here? He knows that he's essentially indestructible, but this is ridiculous. Vampire or no, one typically does not put a gravely injured person in a bloody carry-on.
He manages to collect himself, still feeling strangely muffled. Normally he can hear every sound the train makes as it flies through the Void, but now its eerily quiet. The door seems heavier too. once he gets there. And it's really quite shocking how tired he is. He must be dreadfully short on blood indeed, if he's feeling this weak.
Still blinking away spots, the boy stumbles out the door to the baggage car and into the train beyond.
What: Why am in this suitcase?
When: Two days after everyone gets back on the train (aka the day before Platform Day)
It's dark. That's the first thing Joss notices. It's dark and cramped and he can't quite figure out why. Hadn't he been with Romeo on the space station? They had followed someone and then there had been gun, and--
Joss gasps, than immediately begins to cough. He feels his chest. He'd gotten shot, hadn't he? That, he remembers clearly. It had hurt like hell for a brief second before everything went black. He figures that he must have passed out from the pain and been transported back to...this very small space where his knees are practically forced up against his chin. What is it? And why does he feel so weak? How badly had he been hurt? Has he been taken captive? Is he in a cage?
The boy struggles for a moment and manages to open whatever he's in enough to see a small crescent of light. It dazzles him. Normally he can see perfectly in both light and dark, but something is off. He feels both blind and deaf; cut off, somehow.
Another kick and his cage gives way completely, revealing itself to be...a suitcase? He falls to the floor of what is obviously the train's baggage car. Why the hell had they put him here? He knows that he's essentially indestructible, but this is ridiculous. Vampire or no, one typically does not put a gravely injured person in a bloody carry-on.
He manages to collect himself, still feeling strangely muffled. Normally he can hear every sound the train makes as it flies through the Void, but now its eerily quiet. The door seems heavier too. once he gets there. And it's really quite shocking how tired he is. He must be dreadfully short on blood indeed, if he's feeling this weak.
Still blinking away spots, the boy stumbles out the door to the baggage car and into the train beyond.
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"Are you sure about that in this universe? Vampires didn't exist in my world, but since you're here they can obviously exist here."
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“Of course I’m not a bloody zombie. Listen to yourself. I’m not going on about brains, am I?”
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"That has nothing to do with the matter. I am asking how you can be here now when you were clearly dead yesterday."
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"Vampires can't be brought back. We've already died once. I died in the fourteenth century; I can't have died again because that's...just impossible, that's what it is."
Hardly rhetorical brilliance on his part, but he doesn't care.
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Conan did not have much sympathy for the "its impossible" argument at this point.