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Under the Sea: Mission start

After fleeing the strange shapes in the sky the voidtreckers are perhaps not looking forward to yet another mission and indeed the first few days of Fiddlesticks go by without any strange dreams, no warning that another mission might be nigh. Yet on the morning of day five their SCA's will glow with the colours of the void and a holographic message will appear.

Preperations

The dressing room is open once again, though the clothes this time are simple in choice. A wet suit for each void trecker as well as a pair of flippers, a helmet and a breathing pack. It at least has instructions and there will be a little bit of time for them to figure out how to use them. Apart from that there are some waterproof packs for supplies to be packed in.

They will have a couple of hours to get ready for their mission.

Arrival: Blue and Red

"We are now approaching world #7625000129523. Drop order is Red and Blue, Purple then Orange. Red and Blue team to doors. Arrival in world #7625000129523 in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

The train shudders and lurches as they exit the void, the view from the window goes from the ever shifting void to a beautiful deep blue sky. They fly through the air and swoop down to land on a sandy beach. The doors open allowing those who are taking part in the Blue and Red missions to debark. The doors close and the train swoops up into the air.

The beach stretches from one side to the other, in the distance as the beach turns into sloping green hills they can see a village. Beyond that there is a jungle. Any red team who check their SCA will see four points, the rock pools.

The villagers have noticed the huge train sweeping down onto their island and so contact is made quickly. They will be quite accepting of the help and explain the situation. They will help any of red team to the rockpools if asked.

Red

The rockpools are built up and indeed made so the water will reach a persons waist if they stand in them. The water is cold but not overly so. When the water shoots up anyone in them will shoot up also.

They will find themselves in a vortex of water, with anyone else who enters that rockpool. The water itself seems to be fighting them, tendrils of water reaching out of the whirlpool to try and drag them further into the chaos. It takes a whole lot of willpower to stay in the centre, the water can be fought with weapons, even with fists. They feel as if they are falling or flying, perhaps both. Surrounded by the pure chaos of the ocean.

Blue

Hopefully they spend the day helping with preparations because when night falls the monsters emerge from the sea. Terrifying twisted creatures. The villagers only have simple weapons but will tell them that fire is helpful against these water creatures.

Hold off the monsters and keep the people safe.

Purple

The doors close and the train flies off into the sky, flying over the island to the other side where it lands on a rocky bay, near tall towering cliffs.

"Purple team to doors." The doors open, allowing the purple team to disembark before flying off once again.

In the cliff face there is a large cave entrance, over the entrance there are symbols, translated by their SCA's. Clear mind, clear heart. Come those who seek to serve.

There are six people stood by the entrance, looking quite surprised at the new arrivals. One, a woman with silver hair recovers enough to speak first. "Ah. Void warriors. We are honoured by your help."

Once introductions are made the spiritual leaders will happily accept the escort and their adventure can begin.

Orange

They fly up and out across the ocean, a longer flight than before but eventually they descend and there is a slight juddering before they land, floating on the ocean.

"Orange team disembark, please use luggage or dressing carriage doors only."

They will step out onto an inflated platform that streches around the train. Down below are the depths of the water and their SCA's show them at the point of Bui. It is below them so all they need to is dive.

The dive takes a while, and depends on their swimming ability but hopefully with a bit of teamwork they arrive at the silent city of Bui.

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Nita had been feeling a descending sense of wrong since they'd woken up, but she wasn't going to sit in her room worrying over it!

Still, she wasn't sure how to feel about the diving suits.

"Yeah, it's pretty nifty," she admitted, holding the 'box' part up to study the fan.

"That and the helmet-comms. Though why we didn't have those for the space mission, I don't know..."

"My... stuff....?" Huh? Yeah, she was really out of it still, sorry, Nita. "Wha stuff?" Culdra was she tired.

Early morning: For Tony

She hadn't been awake very long at all when the mission had appeared on her SCA. So she was still on her bed, lying against her pillow as she read the words that appeared up off her watch.

They were going to an island and red team had to go into people eating rock pools? It sounded weird but she had no doubt they would be fine. They always were, even if nothing was known about what they might face.

She does wish she knew how to swim though, it seemed silly that her guardians had never taught her. After all Gauig was on the coast.

Preperation: OTA

It is a very annoyed girl who is sorting through the wet suits in the dressing room. These were even worse than flight suits she grumbled to herself as she pulled the suit on. She wrinkled her nose at the helmet and then picked up a flipper.

"What in the name of darkness do these be being?"

they were the most stupid things she had ever seen.

"Your outfits and so on. Are they in your room?"

If Najaran had her SCA off, Nita reasoned, though she still looked surprised at the semi-coherent response, then she'd had it off for a reason.

"I see you have your cards, though. Were they okay being underwater?"

"I don't know miss. Maybe because we had radios in the fighting ships that we had!"

But why not in their own helmets, was a very good question. Nita was very good at asking questions! Even better than he was!

"Wonder if the train knew in advance we'd have them, then."

Maybe that was part of the vision, and she'd missed it somehow? Was the train even what got the visions, or was it some other part of how Void Aid worked?

So many questions to ask, and no way to tell if they were the right ones...

"The rest of it, though, makes sense if we're visiting islands."

Diving suits, flippers and all.

Edited 2020-05-09 15:21 (UTC)

Dressing room.

By now, Sven was getting used to feeling surrounded by things he doesn't understand, but it was harder when it was quite this...literal. He raised a hand to brush his nose, only for his fingers to contact the transparent dome encasing his head like he's in a fish bowl.

"Yeah, this? This I don't like very much. Where in damnation am I supposed to put my weapon?" The Petals of Nil lay on top of his discarded hoodie, within easy kicking-distance of anyone who tries to pull a fast one, its single glass flower casting a glow over the red fabric. The odd tree branch that Sven usually kept in his hair was not going to fit inside the dome, and even if it did, it would be about as useful as an actual hair ornament if Sven can't get it out again when they're in the water.

Arrival.

He felt more in his element once the train pulled in on Red Team's stop. The scent of salt and plants that mingled on the thick air was almost overwhelming. Sven sucked in air greedily, raising his hand against the sun and staring up into the deep blue that stretched above.

Things started to feel more like what he was used to as he moved among the planet's natives. He spoke to as many of the local peoples as he could, asking about the disappearances, asking after whatever information they could give him about their lives on the planet. Smiling, touching hands, offering sympathies and promising they were going to do whatever the could to bring the people taken by the rock-pools back home and safe.

He'd check in with his fellows too, introducing himself and making enthused conversation about how beautiful this planet was. "...So I'm used to forests," he'd say, "but wow. Wow. I've only read about tropical climates. I know warm, but this kind of hot, damp air really clings to you, huh?"

Red Team mission.

The charcoal prayer marks streaking over his eyes and the bridge of his nose had smudged all across Sven's face by the time they reached their destination, distorted by sweat. You wouldn't think a guy who wouldn't even burn if you set him on fire could get sweaty, but this cloying dank atmosphere is something else entirely.

He was already in his red wetsuit, foregoing gloves or flippers in favour of bare hands and feet. Stepping up to the edge of the pool, he pulled the Petals of Nil from his frizzing black hair, tying it with the string appropriated from his team hoodie so it wouldn't distract him all bunched up against his face on the inside his helmet. He looked down into the waters, the Petals of Nil still in its regular form in his clenched fist. Somehow the weapon felt heavier than usual to hold. Was that just because of his distance from El'Nil'm?

Shaking off his irritation at the bubble trapping his face (and stuffing down his worries about whether or not such a contraption would really protect him from suffocating down below), he turned to the person next to him. "Alright. Survive it through the pools into the great, wet unknown. Well, here goes nothing, I guess. Are you ready to do this?"

Yugi was sitting on the edge looking down at the water for a moment. He knew that they were going to dive under the water and that seemed fine at the time, but now he was sitting on the edge and looking in and really thinking about it he started to feel a sense of dread that he couldn't quite understand.

"I mean... This mission could have been like the one in space. So it's already easier than that one." Taking a small breath he finally got it. That was the easy part at least. He felt okay just swimming on the surface.

"So we're just going quite far down, right?"

Dressing

Wet Suits. Fucking wetsuits?! Hell, he knows how to swim, he just hates damned wetsuits. They brought back...

The night is silent. All he can smell is the salt of the air, and the decaying bodies of fish that always seems to permeate the air around a body of water. All he can hear is the distant music of the cantinas and the occasional honk of a car. His silence rifle spits, taking out two men on the beach. He slowly walks out of the water, and doesn't look back. His team is with him. But then he hears it, the pattering of small feet and paws on the sand. He turns to tell his team back to the water, when two rifles spit and he watches as a child and dog fall to the sand. He turns and his own rifle takes out one, then his claws take out the other. "Let's go." He says to the remaining two...

He shakes his head, clearing the memory, as the hair on his arms stands up. He shoves himself into the wetsuit, and goes back to the dressing carriage. Time to go.

Into the tunnels

They smell. They smell a lot. He hates the smell of damp and dying things. And has he mentioned lately that he hates crabs. Because he really, really does. Though, maybe these are edible. He wonders...

Dressing

No. Nope. NUH UH. Not going to happen. She took one look at the skin tight clothing and said "No." And stood at the back. She's not going. You can't make her. But she's still got her knives on her, and she plans on giving one to Geralt, since he's going with Purple and will probably need a weapon (or two) to with him.

But she's hanging around if others need help putting their suits on, and if there's something else.

Orange Mission

Got to be kidding. The train has got to be kidding. First, no warning dream, and then THIS?!

No. She settles into the dining car with a peanut butter sandwich, and refuses. She'll be here if anyone needs help or anything, but she's not going in the water.

Yugi's hesitation is hard to miss. Kaiba answers by scooting next to him and briefly touching his shoulder.

"Right. You'll be fine. If you start to panic, just push your safety control apparatus and you'll be teleported back here, like we were last time."

He takes a breath. "And you'll have me. We'll still be able to talk underwater, if I read this correctly."

Prep

Wetsuits. Diving equipment. Nothing Ple Two is exactly familiar with, although she understands how it all works; she can swim, probably, well enough. She might not find out anyways, if her team is handling shore defense, but she'll at least be prepared in case the situation evolves.

"Maybe we can get a speargun or something..." she mutters.

Blue Stuff

There's a far more distressing problem than just not having a speargun here. Ple Two could feel it when they touched down, long before the fight, impacting every bit of how she moved and communicated. A barrier of some kind was blocking her Newtype senses - from feeling any of it - and reinforcing just how much she relied on those.

Which would be a much bigger problem in combat.

Ple Two had acquired a nice little short sword to defend herself when better weapons weren't imminently available, and by the time the fighting had started she'd discovered that she could use some of her Newtype senses with great effort. Fighting with a headache, though, was too far from ideal. When the monsters arrive, it shouldn't be too hard to notice that her reactions are dulled, far more jerky and panicky, especially when she's sent sprawling on the sand to avoid getting her head taken off by some... massive appendage swung her way.

A little help?

Dressing

"Huh..." Even in a train full of humans they've got wetsuits that fit all of them. The right size, accommodating her tail, her slightly different body shape. This train is certainly more than a mere machine; or else someone running it is almost god-like.

Well, she's not complaining, and swimming's never been a problem for her. And it is a perfect fit, too. And being in the water should mean she doesn't have to keep getting squished against other people, right?

Cave Adventure

...oh, fine. Caving. Not as much swimming as some teams, but still damp enough to require all the apparatus. Her wispon should be find in saltwater for a while, and there's enough storage for her wisps to come with her, but she ends up deciding to cut down on the bulk, bringing just cyan and blue without her coat to easily store them. One for long range, one for close range - just in case.

There's still no easily avoiding contact with others as they progress, though, and that just keeps her a little teensy bit on edge.

"You've never done that before?" she asks the obvious question. Ple Two has pointedly dug up a crossbow anytime 'medieval' is the weapon style of the day, and without a trigger to pull around here she's got a sword sheathed at her side.

The blue wisp was a good choice, it turned out.

Whatever the kid was trying to do didn't work, and so the new gal on team, without warning, came leaping in from off to the side, crashing a big ol' translucent hammer against the side of the crustacean. It mostly succeeded in knocking it off course, but a few cracks in the carapace were encouraging.

Joscelin, usually so chatty, has gone uncharacteristically quiet. He’s terrified of the water, but pride won’t let him admit that maybe going with purple this time had been a bad idea. He hadn’t imagined that there would be so much swimming involved in the escort mission. For such a weak swimmer as himself, this is a nightmare.

He clings to Romeo like a shadow, always just one step behind of his best friend. The other boy seems to be enjoying himself thoroughly, climbing and swimming with the best of them. Joss follows after, lips drawn into a thin line and almost as pale as he’d been back when he was still undead.

When it comes time for him to make the dive himself, he sits down and refuses to budge. He’ll stay right here, thanks. Far less a chance of him drowning.

While they're getting ready, Ple Two makes her way over to Najaran, gently tapping her shoulder. "...about the other day," she starts.

"Does it need to be in contact with skin? We could maybe jury-rig an arm strap..."

Or come up with a new purpose for the diving set-up, with the fan and 'backpack.'

"Give it its own bubble, maybe?"

Nita stumbles into the dining car, not as wet as she'd been on first coming back from the train, but still looking about as drained.

"How's things going up here?" she asks, as she pulls herself onto one of the benches and lets herself slump.

"Nothing's tried to get on the train, have they?"

He makes his way to the doors, having familiarized himself with what he needed to. He doesn't much care for the strangeness of the place, but it's at least a direction. Something to do, and he doesn't work for free but there's probably something to be made at the end of it. He doesn't kill men, only monsters, and that's what the place promises.

He can swim well enough, but he familiarizes himself with the new tools. Dons what he needs to and packs the rest away before making his way to the doors, joining the group. His introduction is brief, because the group doesn't really matter. They're the payload but not the target; he'll leave the others to the handholding, he strikes on ahead without a word to scout the area, the knife from Misa a reassuring weight at his side. It's not his own sword, and he doesn't have his elixirs, but he'll manage. He always does.

"I know logically, I will be fine, but the rest of me just doesn't think the same." He was fine swimming and such before. The only thing he could think of as he looked down into the water was that time when he willing let himself lose a duel. He recalled he has passed out and somewhat recalled the blackness of the water and his best friend saving him... The thought alone made him shiver slightly. He didn't like remembering that time.

But it made him wonder if that experience is what was causing the issue. "It will be fine...it's not like I will sink or anything..." he took a small breath, feeling a bit better but he could still feel his heart beating a little fast.

But he found comfort with being reminded the other was there. "Of course you are, but of course you also need to be down there to, so if I can't and have to go back just keep going, okay?"

Dressing

The wetsuits are more complex than what she expected. A proper suit with a cap to tuck her hair in, perhaps? It makes sense, she's heard of such things for deeper colder waters, but she's never encountered one in the wild. She holds out the orange wetsuit with both hands and then disappears to go try it on. It takes some time.

When she steps out in neck to toe orange, with those little flippers on her feet, she looks at herself in the mirror.

"Oh my gods, I look like a duck. Look at this." She waves the flippers on her feet, "An orange duck."

On the platform

Dipping her toes in the water is nice. Just having a moment to sit under the bright sky and not actually go right to work is just as nice. The world is beautiful, with clear skys and seas. She'd pressed her face to the windows at the first stops, the beaches bright with sand and beauty. Even here she can see fish and life moving beneath them in the water but not the city so far down.

"It's weird, how this hardly seems like a world in danger. I'm sure it is but out here--it just seems peaceful."

She lifts her feet up to latch on the fins.

"What is this is like the last world where they didn't seem to think anything was wrong?"

Exploring

It takes time to get down deep enough to spot the city. Half of that is because she had to fiddle with her SCA halfway down to get a light on, and half because--well there was so much to see. But a mission is a mission. And she wasn't going to get a reputation for shirking.

It doesn't stop her from stopping completely still at the sight of the first people, asleep or dead, draped over a table. Sorry for whoever was behind at this moment.

Edited 2020-05-09 17:22 (UTC)

Mutant. But not, exactly. Creed doesn't know what the tall man is, but he sure as hell isn't human. That's alright, he doesn't care. But, when the crab drops behind the man, Creed grunts, jumps on it and then rips it's legs off.

"Think they're worth eatin'?" Because he wants seafood. Somehow, he doubts they're going to get any fishing in on this trip.

And he's rarely one to waste his kills. But that's alright, these smell funny. At least the boars had smelled like meat.

There's a whale above and behind her, unfortunately - the form helps in covering a larger area at one go, in addition to being able to hear better - and Nita has to backfin quickly to make up for Persephone halting in her tracks.

/It's haunting, isn't it?/ Nita says, none too softly.

/But we're here to do what we can for them./

"I guess so, someone must know so they can give us the instructions!" After all they were always pretty detailed. Though he had no idea how.

Then again the missions reminded him a lot of prayers and often a prayer would come through that said little but Elfnein would know a lot more about what was needed, because she was the god. So maybe it was like that.

He's never heard of a train god, but Zetta is a god and he is a book and there had been a cat god and even a banana. Though he had never learned if the banana had been a god or a shinki.

Edited 2020-05-09 17:56 (UTC)

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Under the Sea: Mission start

Preparation

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Sven - OTA - Red team

The Dive

Creed OTA - Purple - CW BAD MEMORIES/CHILD DEATH

Misa OTA

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Ple Two - OTA

Whisper - OTA

Blue mission

Trouble!

Purple Arrival

dressing

Dressing Room

Orange Mission - a day or two into the mission

Geralt - OTA, purple

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Persephone | Orange | OTA

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Exploring (any particular location in the city?)

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