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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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"Are they part of your magic, granted by your god?" Glorfindel asked. He offered one of the spears to Joss, as well.

"I have several, you are welcome to share them."

Xion - dressed in a long black coat, black pants, black boots with heels, black gloves, and a makeshift blue cloth sash around her waist - rushed over. She moved oddly well over the sand, despite the heels. She was trying not to use magic, in case it was draining on Roxas. She figured they were probably draining on each other since magic only fatigued her this much when they were, generally. the rest of the time it just worked or it didn't. So she had been avoiding magic. But it was needed here. She apologized mentally to Roxas, though she knew he wouldn't hear her and swung her Keyblade back at the fallen person, touching the metal to her side. "CURAGA!" was the cry from within the hood, the healing magic would bring PlePle back to where she was at the start of all this, though it couldn't do anything to stop the place from draining her again. Then Xion swing her blade towards the monster without looking to see if her first spell had worked. Using it as a focus for aiming she yelled "THUNDAGA!" and lightning struck the creature.

Without giving herself a moment to allow herself the exhaustion the two spells wrought, she launched herself at the monster, swinging her Keyblade at it while it was still reeling from the electric attack. She didn't know it yet, but she was going to sleep for at least a week after this....

"New? As in, they could be related to this crisis?"

Extremely large crabs. He was glad he brought his bamboo sticks then. They'd be good for getting between armor plates or for stabbing at eyes.

"Are you yourselves armed, just in case?" he asked. "Or does your culture prevent that on such a pilgrimage?"

She frowns, leaning against him. Even their marriage bond is muted, but touching him like this, it's ... better.

"You said that one was hot, was it not? I remember, sometimes we could see the steam. But this one... what is aggravating it?"

"Much like an elf, then," he said with a smile. "Though we're a bit taller. But that just means we're more likely to brain ourselves on a low hanging branch."

Glorfindel laughed. "I've met recruiting officers. They can...be quite wordy," he agreed.

"I'm Glorfindel. I'm from a low tech world, but we don't let it stop us." He gave her a nod.

The gibbering does not stop, if anything he presses himself into a tinier ball in the corner, as far away as he can get.

(He's a pretty damn good contortonist, it turns out, which should surprise no one)

About the only thing that can be made out is something about

EAT ME

Xion had been looking for her friends during combat, but in the brief breaks between she had been gathering shells. So she had been leaned over to pick one up as she heard someone scream that they had a problem. She shoved the shell into her pocket as she rushed towards the person yelling. In her other hand a comically large key appeared with a flash of light. She saw, as she ran, that whoever it was was backing the monster off with a torch. She could have used a fire spell, but they were exhausting her, which meant that it might be putting Roxas in danger when she used them. So rather than rely on her magic she charged in, moving the Keyblade to a two handed grip as she brought it across the monster's side as if it were an actual sword. It mostly was just a surprisingly effective blunt force weapon to things that weren't heartless, given she wasn't channeling power through it at the moment.

But given how the weapon looked and how tiny she looked, it was still impressive. She was used to fighting monsters back home, and sometimes she didn't even have her Keyblade, just a stick. So as exhausted as she was becoming, she could do this. What she wasn't counting on, was the other person helping. She didn't expect it. She expected him to leave, possibly dropping the torch...

Xion was tiny, but she was also nimble. Her long black coat flapped as she dodged and rolled and lined herself up for a second charge. Her heeled boots found traction in the sand, and her black hood - up to conceal all but the point of her chin - didn't actually seem to impair her ability to see what she was doing.

The only real nod to her being from the train at all was a makeshift blue sash around her waist that was stained and somewhat ratty from the fighting she'd already been doing.

"And what if there are no monsters but just a bunch of dead villagers at the bottom?" He doesn't have a problem with the dead at all of course. He uses those for his own gains. But without a certain item he can't control them like he would want to so they are merely dead bodies and less interesting.

Xion was blue team, but this was only at all acknowledged by a sash made of torn blue cloth worn around her waist. Otherwise she was a tiny figure in a long black coat, black heeled boots, and black gloves with her hood up over her face. She was sticking near to Axel and Roxas as she could in the dressing car, looking at one of the waterproof bags.

"It does raise the question doesn't it? Why would they stick me with the two people who want me dead probably more then anyone else? Of course there is a third from my world here that hates me probably just as much."

It makes for a very interesting ride. He doesn't feel the need to avoid them as much as they probably hope to always avoid him at all costs.

Alright, so that guy isn't Yuffie.

Which Tidus learns in the least embarrassing exchange--with none at all--but talk about being serious, Ignis. The two were familiar with each other, that's for sure, though Tidus wasn't about to guess how closely.

He waves a hand at the offered banana, "No thanks," and then he's got the other offer held out. More formal than fruit, too serious; he wants to ignore it for a good second like he's signing a contract he wasn't prepared for, and now who's being too serious?

But Yuna didn't really mind if he did this, did she? Should he be leaving her alone in Purple...?

But this was important, too.

"--Yeah," he kicks out of his throat, taking the hand with a grip that's forced, quick and tight, giving it a single shake. Tidus ignores his doubt, rolling off the energy of the other blond to pick back up his own. "I dunno what you mean by turtles, but tell me about Black Team later. I doubt Yuffie'll mind." He looks from Prompto to Ignis, giving a shrug while saying more assuredly, "I'm here to help the island either way, one way or another."

And nothing about teams was going to change that.

"You got anything to ask me?" He continues on, to Ignis. "Or do we do the team huddle once we hit land and we know more?"

Khary's response to the wet suit was to laugh. A lot. He did read what he needed to, but rather than putting the thing on he laughed again, held it up and it... vanished. "Nope," he said, cheerfully. He'd have it for if he needed it, but he seriously doubted there was any need for such a thing that his shields could not provide.

Khary, still chuckling over the suits nodded and came over. "Sure," he said. He came around behind the other man and his smile vanished as he saw the scars. They weren't like Grey's scars. He had heard about them, but not seen them. But he knew how Grey had felt about them, and how much more at ease he had felt when Lucivar and the others learned about them and accepted them as part of the man. He knew that to Grey those scars were no longer a mark of shame, but a badge of courage.

So he would do the same for this man. He zipped the suit, careful of the scars, using some Craft to help so that he didn't accidentally lean or press. "There you go," he said, making his voice bright and cheerful again. "All done." If the man could sense psychic scents, he would be aware that Khary's now had determination and concern, but no pity. Pity always did more harm than good, and he refused to feel it. Compassion was different, and that he felt. Often. Even when he covered it with laughter.

"Nothing." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

"Yet. But have you thought about what the water probably means for me?"

Conan helped Heiji prank him, after all.

"I'm... I need you to keep an eye on Aoko, if... she wants to go."

"Oh ah, yes, if you don't mind, miss. I'm afraid I've never worn anything like this before, I don't know the first thing about putting it on."

Curufin had to laugh at the pun. "Clean up its act, indeed! Extinguish evil and mop the floor with those Balrogs!"

He laughed even harder at Glorfindel's question. "I suppose it might hold a grudge, but we could promise it something it wants. The lordship of all of the kitchen sinks? And I am not surprised if the sponge seemed to have a Fëanorian spirit. . . " After all, Curufin was making it talk and act! "Oh really? Fëanorians are stubborn? Where did you hear that?" He widens his own eyes just as Glorfindel did, only to show surprise instead of sincerity.

"So you can pick which mission you want to go on, but you still represent the team you are on." That made a bit more sense, considering mission wise they don't seem to always be together.

He figured he would at least understand how this whole thing would work, but after a moment he figured that really they should get focusing on the mission. "Alright, I think we should focus right now."

"I don't have a preference. I just want to help in any way I am capable of." Sure fighting was expected, for him, it would be odd at this point if there was nothing. "But if I have to be assigned. I can see well in the dark thanks to training in the dark and I'm a closer quarters fighter."

"It certainly does raise the question! Why would the train entity do that? It can't be coincidence. And the third person you spoke of is Sizhui?"

Curufin really hopes that those three and Xue Yang can in fact avoid each other, whether anybody's trying or not. He hates the thought of a real confrontation of the sort that could occur. But with luck, it won't.

"Since you're on Red Team, I was going to ask you if you've met Fëanor yet? He's my father, and he's also one of the co-leaders of that team."

"Aw, man..." A year! It could be two years, three, but here this guy was, when he had a kid at home he was missing out on. And who'd be missing out on him. Tidus can't help but be sympathetic. Now, jokes about fish bowl helmets were the last thing on his mind.

"There's no way of getting in contact with them? The train has nothing like that?"

He's never really checked, doesn't remember anything about it on the leaflet. But that was shitty, wasn't it? Doing this to a dad... It was hard to move past from.

"So it has it's uses and it makes sense for this mission since it seems to be water related." he still looked it over, trying to figure out how one actually wore it more than anything.

"We don't, so I agree they won't hurt, but I do worry about how these work for movement. I should be fine though, I suppose."He soon turned it around and thought he had figured out how it might have to be put on.

"But we won't know unless we get ready and head out."

"You're practically asking to get eating by some sea creature."

Not.. exactly the most reassuring thing to tell someone right before heading off on a mission, Alice.. But she's not exactly great at this whole social interactions thing. Or being particularly delicate.

She finishes zipping him up.

"Are you really going out there without knowing how to defend yourself?"

Madoka seems content enough with him agreeing. Granted, she's used to Ignis not putting up too much of a fight about this with her - especially by now, like he's starting to get used to her dragging him off for some rest. She's still letting him get plenty of work in, after all, it's just.. someone has to draw the line for him somewhere, and Madoka will gladly make that her duty as his daughter.

Besides, she loves his company, and it feels great to be able to have that all to herself for a few moments. Though she'd hate to admit such a selfish thing, even just to herself. Still.. it makes her lean against him a little as they're sitting there.

"Um.." She has to think for a moment. It's not that she's nervous about telling Ignis. He's always been so supportive of everything. It's more just that she's figuring out the best way to put this. "Before we left to go on this mission.. Someone told me they like me. In a way that's more than just liking someone as a friend, I mean."

"S... Sure, of course! Ig.. nis then." Oh Naga, he almost let that nickname slip out that Bucky told him about. Why did Bucky have to tell him, he can't say that! If he ever accidentally says it, he's just going to dig his own grave and go lie in it, okay.

Thankfully Ignis has the right idea. Although it'll take a bit in general for Inigo's nerves to chill out when he's this worked up, at least getting a concrete idea of what to talk about - like a question to answer - gives Inigo's mind something else to work with.

Even if it means immediately admitting something embarrassing to Ignis. Welp, here goes nothing.

"I.. can't swim. And Bucky said that the blue team would mostly be on dry land, while purple is going underwater.. So I thought I'd be more helpful in a situation where I don't have to get into the water to fight."

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