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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-01 08:14 am
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[Open] Escapades With A Mad Genius
Who: Senku Ishigami and anyone who wants to spend time with him.
Where: Various
When: Imagination 1-6
What: Senku apparently has all kinds of things to do pre-mission.
Warnings: One prompt is medical in nature, it's not really graphic.
Kitchen
In the absence of a laboratory, Senku appeared to be using cooking to cope. No, he wasn't on the purple team, meaning he wasn't officially cooking, but it was keeping him busy, and no one really wanted him to have idle hands for too long.
From the time they left the platform, until the night before the mission, he could likely be found in there at least once a day working on one project or another.
The first day, he was busy using the new ingredient of honey to make a caramel on the stove, and he had bunches of cilantro and some limes on the counter in front of him, as well as a water carbonatation machine.
After that, he could be found with a few other projects. In one instance he had lemons, honey and coconut oil in front of him. In another, he appeared to be making some kind of marinade with soy sauce and a variety of spice packets and some kind of meat. In a third, he was slicing ginger root and daikon as thinly as he could.
On Imagination day 5, he'd found his way to a few mangoes which since he didn't wear his SCA on the train very often, he didn't get the reminder that peeling mangoes was a bad idea. He'd barely started the first one when he developed a rash on his hands and at least the skin that could be seen swelled up, including his eyes and lips, thanks to urushiol being present between the peel and the fruit. One might stop at that point and deal with the allergic reaction, but Senku proceeded to continue peeling fruit as though he wasn't immensely uncomfortable.
Spa
Senku will likely check out the spa late in the evening when he couldn't sleep one night. For modesty's sake, at least other people's modesty, he will select the requisite orange swimsuit and sink into the water for a little soak. Notably, when wet, his hair collapses into some semblance of ordinary.
He wasn't interested in a massage, but a soak and a steam wouldn't be out of place.
[OOC: Also available, choose your own adventure. Senku haunts most cars, he doesn't sleep a whole lot and he doesn't usually mind company. You can just add whatever you like - don't be afraid of the pre-planned threads, or you can contact me on Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Various
When: Imagination 1-6
What: Senku apparently has all kinds of things to do pre-mission.
Warnings: One prompt is medical in nature, it's not really graphic.
Kitchen
In the absence of a laboratory, Senku appeared to be using cooking to cope. No, he wasn't on the purple team, meaning he wasn't officially cooking, but it was keeping him busy, and no one really wanted him to have idle hands for too long.
From the time they left the platform, until the night before the mission, he could likely be found in there at least once a day working on one project or another.
The first day, he was busy using the new ingredient of honey to make a caramel on the stove, and he had bunches of cilantro and some limes on the counter in front of him, as well as a water carbonatation machine.
After that, he could be found with a few other projects. In one instance he had lemons, honey and coconut oil in front of him. In another, he appeared to be making some kind of marinade with soy sauce and a variety of spice packets and some kind of meat. In a third, he was slicing ginger root and daikon as thinly as he could.
On Imagination day 5, he'd found his way to a few mangoes which since he didn't wear his SCA on the train very often, he didn't get the reminder that peeling mangoes was a bad idea. He'd barely started the first one when he developed a rash on his hands and at least the skin that could be seen swelled up, including his eyes and lips, thanks to urushiol being present between the peel and the fruit. One might stop at that point and deal with the allergic reaction, but Senku proceeded to continue peeling fruit as though he wasn't immensely uncomfortable.
Spa
Senku will likely check out the spa late in the evening when he couldn't sleep one night. For modesty's sake, at least other people's modesty, he will select the requisite orange swimsuit and sink into the water for a little soak. Notably, when wet, his hair collapses into some semblance of ordinary.
He wasn't interested in a massage, but a soak and a steam wouldn't be out of place.
[OOC: Also available, choose your own adventure. Senku haunts most cars, he doesn't sleep a whole lot and he doesn't usually mind company. You can just add whatever you like - don't be afraid of the pre-planned threads, or you can contact me on Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or
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So, unfortunately, they weren't that lucky...
"They're like a rectangular box. That sound familiar? You can't adjust it out, 'cept this really tiny lens that pokes in and out. No voice commands either! So pretty basic."
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"Lens poking in and out, relatively modern then, somewhat mechanical." He nodded. "Got it."
Senku looked like he was considering something. "I also wonder what makes it that our worlds are connected to this place somehow. And yours...I have a lot of questions about yours. I'm not sure I understand the dreaming. Why do some places have magic and others don't?"
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Strange, peculiar. Why?
"It was made so it wouldn't be forgotten... it'd live on, even after the people that lived there lost the war." But after a beat, he shrugs. "--Maybe no one's just learned how to use magic where they are, in other worlds? Or it's some kind of...element thing. Like something's missing?"
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"I'd have a lot of questions...which I'm sure is not the least bit surprising." Senku almost envied people who could just exist and not try and tear everything apart.
"So the place you're from, everyone died in a war?" Senku asked, trying to parse what Tidus meant. "Is that what happened to you?"
"People do like to keep track of their histories." He observed.
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"We were...just people! Living in a city based on the real one, Zanarkand. But I guess...we forgot some stuff? Like the summoners and that. And I never heard about the guy who ran the place in the past." A pause. "We'd all moved on from it, I guess. Mm - that makes sense."
When he thinks about it, he supposes.
"But what happened is that some of the last people around in Zanarkand, they all agreed to keep the city going, but as a dream. So... the way summoners do their thing, they have people called the fayth, see? And these fayth are people who...they're alive, but they're also not. They're dreaming--a state in-between. 'Souls trapped in stone'... But because of them, the one summoning them can use their power. And with Zanarkand's people, they made a city inside a dream. Away from harm, and letting Zanarkand go on. With people living there -- living their lives. Dying. All of it.
"They didn't keep great track of their history though. Unless, I just didn't pay any attention to anything." He says it more of a joke though, than really serious. "'Cause, we didn't know what we were. We just...lived there, a normal city, for a thousand years."
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"Fascinating." He murmured after a moment, he was considering. "It's connected to...I guess...Spira you said? Through those souls. Really interesting. It almost sounds like a parallel world or something like that. If that's what you mean, there's theories, but I've never heard of someone or something coming from a parallel world into another without it being science fiction."
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Even though -- he frowns, trying to think. A thought that occurs to him, though it's too late to mean anything. Why didn't he care? Why did he never think about it...?
But then: was it really that strange?
"We were in Spira though, technically. Somewhere? Or, maybe nowhere." He thinks, but then just laughs lightly, a chuckle. "I guess it didn't matter where we were. Uh, what's a parallel world anyway?"
That might've helped to ask earlier.
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He hummed. "A parallel world is when there's two worlds, like say yours and mine, that are running side by side, never to meet. But you crossed into the other world, which is even more interesting. When it comes to sci-fi, a lot of them are just other versions of the same world, like what you're talking about as opposed to yours and mine as an example."
"In fiction, someone always crosses over, and while the theory of how those worlds could exist, getting from one to the other seems impossible or unlikely. It's a math thing." Senku paused. "Or physics. There's no proof, it's all theoretical."
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But now, as a smart guy listening to about parallel worlds:
"Oh." He...might get it? Might not; or wonders about it in the context of Spira and Zanarkand, humming a little.
"Well... when I left Zanarkand, I got dumped out by some ruins. But," since that doesn't matter really much, does it?, "I just imagined we were somewhere and we couldn't be seen. Kinda like...how you don't see someone's dream, except this was a collective dream. And no one else had to see it, so-"
Ah, wait. Tidus clicks his tongue. "The fayth I spoke to. They said that when I got washed out of Zanarkand - it happened because of something called Sin," he explains pre-emptively, "when I came in contact with Sin, I became 'real'. Sin was part of the summon powered by the fayth who kept Zanarkand going. It was a more than a fiend, but... all around it, the spirits of the dead was its armour. Inside Sin was like a... massive dream itself. A broken landscape that made no sense."
Tidus sighs, shaking his head a little. "It's exhausting even to remember it. It kept changing the deeper we went inside it."
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"That wouldn't surprise me." Senku said agreeably. "The thing is, if my world has a parallel world, no one has seen it either." He pointed out. "No one knows anything about it. There's theories because people are guessing as to whether or not there are worlds like that. If the math checks out. It's...really more a thought excercise than anything. The kind of thing that some people live for, to think of things like that."
"See, my first question, would be to wonder if they were telling you the truth. Suppose they are, you became real, meaning you exist in the parallel world at that point. It seems strange that you would still need an anchor, although maybe that's a magic part I'm not grasping? Hm."
"Was Sin like you? Something dreamed up and dumped into what was their reality?"
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Because maybe all this parallel talk and thinking about other worlds is confusing him, which isn't Senku's fault entirely. He takes his hands out from the sink, grabs the nearby paper towel left to the side. He pats at his SCA device with it before his hands, turning to Senku to ignore the washing for now.
"Okay, yeah, so. When they decided to make my home, they also made Zanarkand at the same time. The details are washy for me, but you have the summoner who uses the fayth to make the summon, right? So the guy who was the summoner for all this, Yu Yevon, he was inside Sin. Sin was meant to keep the dream safe, or be like one last fuck you to the guys they were fighting." He waves a hand. Either or and.
"But a summoning that big on one guy fried his brain, and- that part doesn't matter, but I know that..." He stops, rolls his lips together. Puts up a hand, if just out of a habit of moving them than any useful visual aid.
"'Cause people thought making a new fayth to defeat Sin was the only way of taking it down, and it did work -- when Sin got defeated by a new fayth, Sin took over the new fayth, and came back. But Sin's shield is also...made from the pyreflies of the dead. Uh..."
...he think he totally got derailed from the main question Senku had, huffs a small chuckle. Tempted to rub the back of his head, but not with his hands half soggy.
"I think- let's put parallel worlds aside. Think of it like... something that exists, but you can't see it. That's what becoming real was. All that energy that made Sin-- it made me as real-looking as a summon like that does, or any other summon. But-" he hands come out,
"I was still a dream, in the end. I was just as close to as... the rest of people in Spira were as a dream could get."
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He had to think about what he said and process it. His expression was a bit more stern seeming and then he started cutting up the bear again. Part of it was that Tidus had been a bit all over the place there, and for him to undersatnd he needed more pointed questions.
Tidus hopefully, wouldn't take his silence to mean anything except that he was processing.
"Let me...see if I understand." Senku answered finally. "You've got two places, one unseen because it's a dream and one that's real in this world. But it's in ruins at the point your dream world wasn't."
"You became real by encountering another dream-like entity in the real world that kind of dragged you into it. Is that right?" He sounded less certain about that.
"But unlike you, Sin seems to have his own agency, his own way of keeping himself in place, even if he was dreamed up by this crazy guy. Do I sort of get it?"
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"Nearly, but." He brings up both of his forefingers. Raises one. "When a summoner... summons, you usually see it. So around Spira, summons go to fayth for their 'aeons'. Which are kinda like...creatures, that fight for them. But an aeon and a dream," he hurries to explain, "I think it's the same stuff? It's just an aeon's meant to interact with the world. And so was Sin, to keep the dream safe."
His pointy finger had been used to wave a little there, but now he brings attention to his other.
"But right. My Zanarkand's just...it's own separate thing. Not meant for the rest of the world. So." He makes a fist with that pointy finger. "Closed off, unseen place." Waves his other hand, free and open. "Seen by everyone, destroys stuff."
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"I'm not sure I get all of it, but I have a rough idea. It makes you a real anomaly." Senku answered with a nod.
"I think I at least, understand your dilemma, because you were in a separate place in the first place. And you can't go back to your Zanarkand?" That seemed like the most pertinent part, because if he could just disappear than he had nowhere to go back to, maybe? And the SCA was keeping him there.
"I wonder if you could mimic your SCA so you still had an anchor but weren't anchored to the train. Then you could go wherever."
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"I think... if you knew whatever magic the fayth used, that'd keep me going? Whatever it is the train's doing too," he adds, since they might be different, might not be-
"But-" But. His hands slow, gaze down on what he's cleaning. Air released entirely from his body. He puts down the container, picks up another.
"Zanarkand doesn't exist anymore. The fayth woke, so we all-- disappeared. Everyone in the city. The city itself." His tone changes, sober in the delivery.
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At the tone shift, he glanced at him and then back away. He shouldn't say anything, because honestly, he was the worst at this.
It was expected though, wasn't it?
"You're here though. Even if it's gone, you're still here, and you can still have an impact." Senku offered, because it was more comfortable than offering something akin to empathy which he was horrible at expressing. It was hard when what you knew disappeared. He knew.
cw: i guess for death?? if oop a bit late
"It's alright if you want to think or figure this out," he says carefully, slow, "but after this train - I don't have any plans. I'm not taking any options after going through with- my choice."
And it's more awkward to speak for himself, the implication in that. A fate he doesn't really want to be thinking about now. Difficult, whatever Senku's response may be. But he continues to hard in the washing. There was still the cutlery to be cleaned.
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"I want to help." Senku told him honestly. "It's interesting to me, sure, but it's also not my world and doing something that's going to be a problem for you isn't my intention. If you don't want that, I can respect it."
He exhaled. "But, that aside, whatever else comes up on this train, no one's gonna let you sacrifice yourself before your time." That was a promise he wouldn't back off of.
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Though Senku is saying that he's respecting it. But it may be said as much for himself. How heavier he feels now, less lost and stumbling over his thoughts than all the questions about Spira and his state had before. But it's a weight, a position he's been dealing with recently, more than Senku could realise. What second chance did a guy like him deserve, when it wasn't just his life on the line?
--but it's not a pit he should let himself get too far in. Thinking about explaining, saying more to Senku, but is that fair either? To go on.
"I'll write it down, what I know about it. Sin, Spira's magic - if you're still interested. I don't mind. I just get confused since there's a lot of different parts to it. Sin, summonings, aeons and the fayth- I only knew about all of it for a few months. I think- maybe half a year? We really had no clue about the outside world. But Sin's been around for a thousand years."
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He tilted his head. "I'm interested, but I'm interested in everything I don't know, so if it's a problem, you don't have to." Senku snorted. "I'm surprised more people don't tell me to back off, I hear it enough." He offered a wry grin.
"Or I did, anyway. I get it, kinda, maybe. The world that I grew up in is gone too."
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"Thinking about Zanarkand and Spira is...different. It really is like two different worlds." And he had a lot of thoughts particularly about Zanarkand as of late, but- "Sin was more Spira's problem than mine though. And I've told a few people about it anyway."
He pauses.
"What did you think, seeing your family's photo-album again?"
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At the question he sighed. "I don't know, I mean it's..." He wasn't that great with his own feelings either, honestly. He had a hard time dealing with them, when he wasn't stamping them out.
"I think...it's nice to have. Nostalgic and all of that...it's also kind of freaky, looking at the world that is gone...and it's something I want to get back."
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Tidus returns to the cleaning easier now, trying to go on - since at least this is less complicated than anything to do with himself, or anything with a magical aspect. "Spira, when I was there, it didn't have much. Because Sin kept destroying all the towns and settlements people made, and the dead - they come back as fiends if they're not properly Sent. The people were made to believe machines brought Sin to life in the first place too, so everyone lived without them. People live by the seas, have boats powered by a type of bird. I kinda think it must be what life's like for you.
"Everything can change in an instant, and you go from cities to huts... but it's the same the other way round. No matter how long change takes -- it'll come."
More reflective than what he usually gets, but it's always been on Tidus's mind when he hear the struggles of other worlds; to remember Spira's own. A better future can happen, but when - that's the question.
"I'm glad you got it. You lost everything suddenly, right? A reminder like that can't hurt. When you're dad's already with you, helping you out still."
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"Our village is on the ocean." He confirmed with a nod, vanishing some bones into his arms band. "We live in wood huts. Most people, or families I guess, have their own set up. I crash in the observatory with Gen, or sometimes down in the storeroom with Chrome." Senku didn't really have his own home, but both of those did well enough.
"We're getting tech back, but it can only go as fast as I can make it, or somehow, Chrome coming up with it. He's a real clever guy, coming up with things he doesn't know what they are, but they're innovative to someone like him." Humanity was great like that, weren't they?
"There's just the one group though." He said. "And now the original group on Treasure Island too. So we've got in my village about a hundred and fifty people and then maybe eighty or so on Treasure Island. That's it. Huge planet, and that's it as far as we know." He didn't comment on the Americans, he didn't know enough about it.
"I don't know if it's more or less rustic than what you're used to in Spira, maybe it's something like that, but the boats are mostly running under manpower. Our ship, the Perseus, runs on gasoline though." He grinned, that was of course, a huge group effort even if the refining was his doing.
"Yeah. Ordinary day." Senku commented. "I stayed up way too late the night before, doing some research and in the science lab I was fooling around with...well making gasoline, actually, and drinking energy drinks like any kid who doesn't sleep well. Flash of light, world over." He said, shaking his head a little bit. "All of it gone."
"My dad and I were close. I helped him as much as I could, and he's returned the favour, even if he lived out his life and died in the past, he still left me a lot to help me, and I'm grateful to him."
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But the sea sure didn't get to that airship.
"My...dad was around in Spira too. Kind of." Well. "Different from you, but -- it wasn't really the same. I never lost everything all of the sudden. I didn't have my old man around for years when everything happened to me." He pauses. "I can't imagine what that's like. Least when I showed up in Spira, everyone thought I was just crazy or sick. Since the Zanarkand everyone knows in Spira became a holy place."
A small laugh. "But I admit, I did wonder if I'd been thrown a thousand years into the future at first."
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