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voidtreckerexpress2019-07-01 06:05 am
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Intro: Into the Void
On the Platform
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 ten people all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. 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 security gate. 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.
Boarding, it seems, is the only option.
The Train
A horn sounds and anyone not on the train will feed the need to board immediately. The train is empty. But it seems ready for you. The stores are full of food, the carriages are all clean. Every screen on the train is showing the same message.
The luggage carriage, strangely, seems full of luggage. Or at least the cases. Suitcases, bags, trunks. All empty. But it at least will make good storage for your own bags once you have unpacked.
Carriages
Just like the message reads, your ticket is required to enter your cabin. The names are written on screens outside each cabin but once you are inside bed choice seems to be up to you. It might mean there is a fight for the top bunk.
Room is right 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 find a pillow for each bed as well as extra blankets, in case it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn, to encourage any stragglers to enter and then the doors slide shut. It seems, for good or for ill you are riding this train to… wherever it is going.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. The train begins to move, shuddering along the tracks, fog obscuring the view from the windows.
"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 tilts, the movement changes. It seems, as impossible as it might seem to some, that this train is flying.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
A shudder runs through the train. A lurch to the left, a jolt to right, the feeling of going far too fast and then a flash, bright colours that are almost 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 multicoloured ever shifting void.
Your journey has begun.
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 ten people all facing the tracks, all wearing similar clothing. 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 security gate. 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.
Boarding, it seems, is the only option.
The Train
A horn sounds and anyone not on the train will feed the need to board immediately. The train is empty. But it seems ready for you. The stores are full of food, the carriages are all clean. Every screen on the train is showing the same message.
The luggage carriage, strangely, seems full of luggage. Or at least the cases. Suitcases, bags, trunks. All empty. But it at least will make good storage for your own bags once you have unpacked.
Carriages
Just like the message reads, your ticket is required to enter your cabin. The names are written on screens outside each cabin but once you are inside bed choice seems to be up to you. It might mean there is a fight for the top bunk.
Room is right 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 find a pillow for each bed as well as extra blankets, in case it gets cold.
Departure
A second horn, to encourage any stragglers to enter and then the doors slide shut. It seems, for good or for ill you are riding this train to… wherever it is going.
"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. The train begins to move, shuddering along the tracks, fog obscuring the view from the windows.
"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 tilts, the movement changes. It seems, as impossible as it might seem to some, that this train is flying.
"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated."
A shudder runs through the train. A lurch to the left, a jolt to right, the feeling of going far too fast and then a flash, bright colours that are almost 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 multicoloured ever shifting void.
Your journey has begun.
Later on
Why they need quite so many chairs for ten people is beyond her though. She walks down the aisle, hand stretched out to touch the chairs as she passes them. She stops as she sees the woman. The woman herself isn't really worth noting, one of those she hasn't already met out of those on the platform.
But the creature. Like nothing she's ever seen before. A bit like a rabbit, but not. "What do that be being?"
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[Gods and Legends, she hopes she doesn't sound as awkward as she thinks. It's still a trip wrapping her mind around the concept of other worlds.]
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She scrunches her nose as she looks more carefully at the creature and wait a second.] Your world? What do you be meaning?
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How to explain to a child... Oh fuck it.] Arkea -the world I came from- isn't the same as yours, nor is it the same as the others. None of their's have pokemon... I was in a different place before I was on the platform I was on my way to work, and then I was taking a train.
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I did be being in my room and then I did be being on the platform.
[Of course just because it was a slight relief didn't mean it answered anything. If this is a different world then how did she get here? How did any of them her here?]
You do be taking your... pokemon to work with you?
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[She offers what she hopes is a sympathetic smile, meaning what she says.] But yes. Princess comes to work with me. He helps, actually. He might not look it, but the little guy's powerful.
[There's a fond smile at the snoring pokemon. Powerful isn't even half of what Princess is - of what pokemon even are.]
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But for now she is more interested in the sleeping creature.] He do be being powerful? Do he be being a hunting ani... pokemon?
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[It's less light stricken and more the fact you're a child, Little One.
Eva's face scrunches for a second before she shakes her head.] No. He's a battler and while there are some who decry it as a bloodsport, such as Plasma or Aether, it's not. It's actually quite safe. If it wasn't, I wouldn't ask it of him nor would I have gone down the path of a professional Trainer.
[Typically, but she's not about to explain to a child who hasn't grown up in her world the darker, more brutal side of the sport, or the underground batting scenes or anything of the like related to Orre, Holon, or Ferrum.]
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This girl and her weird creature had just gotten a lot more interesting. She leaned closer to Princess so she could examine him, she doesn't touch him though, she knows better than to poke sleeping creatures.]
Do he be winning a lot?
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[She shakes her head with a rueful smile. Satoru isn't around and his 'well obviously winning is better' mentality is stupid anyway, but he's not here and she is.] Princess does his best and that's all I can ask of him.
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Well he do be being lucky to be having a boss like you if you do no be minding him losing.
[It's about the most diplomatic thing she can think of to say.]
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[Wait, this is a kid-] That's the real prize and even in losing, you learn something.
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[This has gotten weird all of a sudden. Friend to her fighting beasts, fun in fighting that means it doesn't matter if you lose...]
Learning do be being important though, so you can be doing better next time.
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[There's another sigh as she shakes her head with a rueful smile.] Sorry. I- I prefer friendly battles, where losing means nothing more than learning from the loss.
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[But raising an animal with love and respect seems pretty... light addled really. She knows better than to actually roll her eyes but inwardly she is. Love and respect doesn't bread good fighters, fighting does and if losing means nothing than there probably aren't any important lessons to learn.]
Your world must be being very interesting.