Under the Sea: Mission start

[voidtreckermods]

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.

Comments

[draconite]

[ Unbelievably, she has the audacity to giggle. ]

If I strike it with my spear as a distraction, do you think you might be able to charge with the fire? I'm certain that'll do a better job of driving it back!

[swansongs]

[Dyme almost laughed, too, but it would have been in disbelief.]

Uh. I can give it my best shot? I'm not really a monster fighter, but.

[But he was here, and so long as he wasn't alone, he wouldn't run away. Unless that was decided to be the best course of action.]

[draconite]

Well, I can't ask for any more than that! Shall we charge?

[ – oh, and uh, that's apparently all the warning he's getting before Bryn just goes ahead and charges on the horrible monster menacing at them. There she goes... ]

[swansongs]

Oh, boy...

[Here they went. Steeling his nerves, he followed after her, torch held high, ready to whack the creature across the face or whatever part of it he reached first without getting too close to it.]

[draconite]

[ Bryn's quick on her feet – barely a hop and a skip and she's already in the creature's face, spear at the ready. ]

Dyme, if you please!

[ That's apparently his signal because Bryn ducks under a swinging... tentacle, it looks like??? eesh, and jabs her spear deep into the creature's side. It shrieks in pain and swivels, trying to reach her or shake her off – hard to say – but Bryn holds fast. ]

[swansongs]

That means hit it, right?

[Because that was exactly what he was doing, bashing the thing across the head with his torch. He'd never done this kind of thing before, ever, but now that he'd started hitting things, he could kinda see how this was 'fun'.]

[draconite]

Yes, yes! Keep at it!

[ The creature's wriggling around furiously, trying to throw her off, but Bryn just plants her feet all the more firmly into the ground and manages to keep herself in place. It means her spear ends up jumping around even more, but that's fine – the more damage they can do to this shrieking monstrosity, the better.

And it does seem to be working – in between lashing out at them, the horrible sea monster seems to be trying to skitter back towards the water. ]

[swansongs]

[Encouraged by the creature's reaction--and Bryn's, too--Dyme kept on bashing, hoping he was burning the monster at the same time. One would think that would happen when something was hit with a flaming torch, so.]

Hey, you're pretty strong.

[Right before he was smacked with a flailing tentacle, whoomp. It knocked the wind out of him, and sent him stumbling a few steps. At least the creature was seemingly retreating and not coming after him more.]

[draconite]

[ With a horrible wet noise, Bryn wrenches her spear out of the creature's body and dives in front of him, to better shield him should the creature decide to lash out again. But for now, it looks like they're in luck. Quivering and howling oddly, the creature retreats back towards the ocean, apparently thoroughly cowed by the onslaught, and Bryn watched it go with an odd look on her face.

But then she quickly turns her expression back into a smile and turns her attention to Dyme. ]

It looks as though we've fended it off! Even with the blow you took, I think we did quite well. Are you hurt?

[swansongs]

[People had literally leaped to his defense before--he'd had bodyguards back home, security'd had to deal with unruly fans before--but there was something different about this that left him a little in awe. Maybe because she was in no way obligated to defend him or anything.

Gingerly touching his stomach where the tentacle had hit him, he checked for any easily noticeable damage.]

That was completely terrifying, but we did it! And no, I think I'm okay. Maybe some bruises, but. I'll live.

[draconite]

That's a relief! If you'd happened to have some manner of internal bleeding, I wouldn't have been able to help you. I've never been much of a healer!

[ Don't... say that so cheerfully...

Then again, she's all full of bubbly, happy energy anyway. Maybe the fight knocked something loose in her head. ]

Wasn't that exciting?

[swansongs]

[And here he'd just been considering broken ribs or something. Internal bleeding hadn't even crossed his mind. Still, he found himself laughing, if only because it was so bizarre to hear that said so cheerfully.]

I don't think I'd know if I had internal bleeding just yet, but uh, here's hoping I don't.

And actually? It really was. I never figured that fearing for my life would be so exciting.

[draconite]

[ Bryn just beams at him, all pointed teeth grins and sunshine. ]

It's exhilarating, isn't it? It's not something you'd be able to experience anywhere else! That's exactly why I came to fight with you.

[swansongs]

It is. And thanks, by the way. I'm pretty sure you saved my life.

[Because he sure as hell hadn't been going to get very far on his own, at least as far as fighting the monster went.]

[draconite]

[ You thought she was beaming before? Think again. Now she's all but preening. ]

Oh, you don't have to thank me! I just enjoy a good fight, that's all. I take it you haven't done very much of it yourself?

[swansongs]

[He laughed.]

I'm a musician. There's not much room for fighting there, unless I'm fending off fans.

[He'd just...leave out the part about bar room fist fights when he was a little younger.]

[draconite]

A musician?

[ Bryn's face absolutely lights up and, heedless of all the other chaos happening around them right now, seizes hold of his hands in her excitement. ]

What sort of music do you play?

[swansongs]

Oh, uh--

[Normally, he didn't always like people invading his personal bubble, but you know what? Bryn seemed genuinely sweet and very excitable, so he'd let it slide.]

Uh. Rock, mostly. Sometimes some slower love songs.

[He really hoped she knew what rock music was.]

[draconite]

Love songs! Aah, how wonderful!

[ Bryn does not, in fact, know what rock music is. Don't worry about it. ]

What instruments do you play? Do you sing? Do you compose?!

[ She's talking faster and faster... ]

[swansongs]

[Oh boy. And he'd thought he'd seen her excited before.]

I do sing. And I play guitar and piano. I also write the lyrics for a lot of my songs, but the band helps me compose.

[Or they did, anyway, since none of them were here.]

[draconite]

Ah, I've never learned guitar, but I do play piano, too! How fortunate!

[ Still holding onto his hands, Bryn gets All Up in his personal space, her eye blazing with intensity. ]

You should come compose with me! We're planning on putting on performances on the train and we need musicians like you!

[swansongs]

[He resisted the knee jerk reaction to back away, but couldn't stop himself from leaning back just a little.]

Oh, that's cool. And yeah, uh. That'd be nice. I think I heard something about that, maybe?

[If he was thinking about the same thing, at least.]

[draconite]

Yes, yes! It was on the screens, wasn't it?

[ This is about as far as she's gotten into understanding the tech. Good lord. ]

I've been doing my best to write something we can perform, but unfortunately, I can't compose... but that's where you come in!

[swansongs]

The screens?

[He was confused at first, mostly because he was imagining movie theaters, for some reason, but then something clicked, and he thought he got it.]

Oh! Yeah, those.

I'd be glad to help with composing something.

[So long as it didn't turn into a nightmare. He was a little nervous about composing without his usual team of helpers, but he could do this.]

[draconite]

Yesssss!

[ Still holding onto his hands (seriously, Bryn, give the man some space) she bounces up and down on the spot in sheer excitement. ]

I'd just about given up hope on finding anyone but here you are! This is going to be amazing!