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"Good Morning passengers. Today is day six of the month of Horseshoe." The voice echoes through the train as passengers wake up in their beds. Not long afterwards their SCA’s glow with the colour of the void and a holographic image will appear.

Preparation

The dressing room is indeed open as promised. The dressers and wardrobes are full of many different clothes. Shirts, tunics, skirts, dresses, robes, cloaks, leggings and even an array of fancy hats.

The cloaks are notable in that they look like standard fantasy cloaks but are completely waterproof, much like a modern jacket and they will keep them warm and dry. There are also a good selection of furs for those travelling into the tundra as well as some leather armour, both for protection against monsters and fire.

There are an array of tents- in more neutral colours, a lot simpler than the tents they have used before as well as some basic pots and pans for cooking. There are a range of bags and pouches for carrying any essentials!
They are a few hours before arrival and so there is plenty of time to prepare before the announcement. "Shortly arriving on world 5382110341. All passengers get ready to disembark. Next stop world 5382110341. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

Arrival: Royal Lake Hill

The train jolts and shudders as it leaves the void. It descends quickly and lands with a small bump. The doors open, it is a bit of a jump from the train to the ground but they land on soft grass. Anyone looking back at the train will find it almost not there… Unless they focus very hard it will seem just like a shimmer in the air, passengers jumping from nowhere.

They are a short walk from what seems like a small town, surrounded by walls. The gates are manned but the large group of people only get a quick glance before they are nodded in.

They get a few curious glances as they enter the town proper. It is not exceptionally busy, indeed everyone out and about are older or small children, who dart around unafraid of the strangers, staring openly at times.

A market place spans the square, predominately selling food, stalls are actually small huts, the front part open to the street for custom and a back room that is presumably used for sleeping. Some, like the blacksmiths are more solid with multiple rooms.

Each voidtrecker will have a dot on the map on their SCA showing them to the inn that their team should head towards. If they ask around they will learn that there is indeed a call to for adventurers at three of the town’s inns and they are to report there in early evening. As it is still early morning they have almost the whole day to explore, enjoy being in a town full of people and, for those who are keen, earn some spending money.

Whatever they end up doing with their day it is obvious when evening is approaching by the stalls beginning to be packed up, the streets quieting as people went home for their dinners. The inns are easy enough to find, even for those that didn’t find them earlier in the day.

Orange

Recruitment

Ducks in a Bucket is at the western gate. It is quiet, usually a tavern used by adventurers, the custom has dried up with all the adventurers protecting the kingdom. It is filled with large wooden tables and sturdy stools, not a fine dining establishment in any way but it has a friendly air to it.

Not long after they arrive a woman in a long cloak arrives. "I am here to hire adventurers. You will be aware, I am sure, of the blight storm that hit the kingdom. Many people across the land have been effected. Many areas are out of the crystals needed to restore those who have been blighted and there are rumours the army is in short supply as well. We require you to travel to the Singing Woodlands to harvest the crystals from the calla lilies that grow there. I have an image if it is needed."

Here she takes out a small scroll and passes it around, it is a painting of a simple, dark purple calla lilie.

"The huma have agreed to transport the collected crystals to the areas that need it. Unfortunately the land itself has been blighted and has become unstable, floating into the air. We can provide you each with two flight potions to help you travel up into the woodlands."

She holds out a bag to pass around, there are exactly enough potions for each person to take two despite the face she couldn’t possibly have known who was going to turn up to head the call.

"Please be warned that transportation magics have not been working in blighted areas and so you will be taken to the ground below. If you accept this quest please get ready to gate."

A moment later there is a flash of light and any who want to will vanish from the tavern.

Arrival

They will arrive on a grassy verge, in front of them is a canyon of dirt. If they look up they will see the land that should be filling it. In chunks the forest is floating on a series of islands stretching high up into the clouds.

Many of the islands feel too high to reach in ten minutes but there are a couple of lower ones that might be good places to aim for.

The potion works swiftly, making those who drink it feel lighter, all they need to do is jump and they are floating, moving in the air is easy, they can walk up as if on a ramp or swim through the air currents if they are feeling a bit more adventurous.

The islands themselves are teeming with life, plants of all kinds grow there and as they reach the lower islands they will see the huma birds and hopefully spot some of those calla lilies.

Purple

Recruitment

The Lion's Mane is the largest tavern in town. It has some customers, sitting in groups and drinking. There is a musician in the corner playing a lively tune and sat on a central table is an official looking man with a scroll case and a worried expression.

"Anyone." He cleared his throat, "Anyone who has come to be hired… As an adventurer please gather around. Now. Now. Can everybody hear me? Yes? Right. Well I am sure as you know the blight… Yes? Yes! Well there are some clusters of villages up near the dusty rivers, I can show you on this map..."

He unfurls a scroll, which shows a large expansive land mass. He points to an area in the far west. "They have a golem problem, their own golems that is. Turned on them." He shook his head, "Crystal magic, very susceptible to blight. They need some help, clear the area, purify the crystals. That sort of thing. You’ll probably be there a few days."

He rolled up the scroll. "I can’t gate you into the villages, earths all blighted. But I can get you close."

He did a quick head count. "If you don’t accept the mission please step back. Ready?"

He opens a gate, a few gates, and everyone who accepts vanishes from the tavern.

Arrival

They arrive in a small clearing in a wood. It is quiet, with not even the sound of birdsong. Trees are all around them though anyone checking their SCA will see that the village is indeed close.

A moment later there are footsteps, a young boy, no older than ten bursts into the clearing. He reels backwards at the figures, surprised to see them but then seems to realise that they are, for the most part, human.

"Quick! Come quick! The village!"

He turned on his heal and heading no call ran back the way he came. For those that follow the route leads them through thick overgrowth, there is clearly an easier way, to a small village.

A small village with a large golem and a large troll stomping through it. People are cowering in houses or behind walls as the troll swings its club back and forth, smashing things in its wake.

Red and Blue

Recruitment

The final tavern is The Thrice Struck Tree. It is small, dark and has a heavy air to it. There are a couple of customers, sat silently with mugs of ale in front of them. They give the voidtreckers suspicious glances.

They may wonder if they are in the wrong place but after a few moments a young woman in a smart looking uniform, dark blue tunic, shiny boots, enters. "Adventurers? I am captain Sienna of Irivar’s third guard. We have reports coming from the southern lands. The blight has depowered the crystals separating the frozen tundra from the fire lands. A disaster could occur if the are not recharged. They must be taken into the central fire mountains heart. It is a fair journey and the crystals must be carried. Please, for those that known the secrets of it do not attempt to place the crystals into the spaces between for easier transportation, it would be disastrous." She gave them a serious look before continuing.

"Furthermore the creatures of the area are reporting that the Glacial Sovereign has not been seen since the blight hit." She shook her head, looking worried. "You must find their guardians, the crystal wolves and attempt to regain contact with the sovereign." She paused again.

"Both the sprites of ice and fire have been corrupted by the blight and the area is very dangerous. I can gate you to the border and from there you must split, please decide amongst yourselves who is best to journey into fire and who is suited to the cold. I will give you a moment to be ready."

It is indeed only a moment before she opens the gate. Any who choose to travel will vanish from the tavern.

Arrival

They arrive in a strange place indeed. To the east there is black rock, lava streams and mountains billowing with smoke. To the west is white, icy bridges connecting land and glaciers. Far in the distance there is what seems to be a swirling mass of snow.

And right where they are is… a mess. Melted ice and frozen ash mixed together into a slippery sludge that sticks to their shoes and makes movement interesting.

But movement may be necessary as it seems their gate has taken them to a place surrounded by two packs of fire dogs and a few regular wolves. All look surprised at the sudden influx of people but it doesn’t take them long before the blighted creatures move in to attack.

Splitting

Once they are safe from wolves and dogs the teams can split. The crystals red need to collect are obvious, set out at even distances from each other. Red team are to head east, into the volcano range, Blue are to head west into the tundra.

Good luck void warriors!

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"I...I don't know." Senku admitted, not because he didn't have the skills to fix things, he just wasn't comfortable in dealing with people.

"Okay, let's try that."

He walked up to someone, stepping into their path and spoke, bluntly. "Do you need anything fixed?"

The startled person walked around him and left quickly like he was some kind of aggressive panhandler. Senku just sighed.

Trunks would branch out soon enough, but he valued Piccolo's advice and perception of the situation. It was also nice to have someone familiar to start things with, even if Trunks would be sticking with Purple. He had friends (not least of which Cassie) on purple too.

"I'm guessing since we're trying to blend in, we should keep the super-powers to a minimum. Or at least those we can explain away or seem to blend in with, huh?"

"It was," Cassie says. "Should probably do a quick visual sweep, just to be sure."

Beat.

"Then I'll probably have to wash this tunic."

Trunks was still new enough that he hadn't run across much extra that he wanted. If he had any money left over, he would probably buy food supplies to keep in his fridge as an alternative to the lunch meat. "I'd prefer to have my sword, but that didn't come with me. It would also require some repair work, since it go chipped in my last battle with it."

...That. That was not what Tidus was thinking when he said that. Or what he thought Senku would literally do, either.

He watches the scene hopelessly, whatever chance he had to cut in over before he realises Senku isn't just there to ask for directions to--somewhere (someone?) better. Tidus walks over to Senku once the person has scurried off.

"Um. Maybe we can look around first? There might be a jobs board. I used to see those around in Spira."

Sorta. Maybe? Unless those weren't really for hiring people... and they were just going to be here for, what, how long? A day at most?

"So during that visual are we trying to find a stream, or are you washing it back in one of the towns?" He would easily and happily give her privacy while washing her tunic. Or lend her part of his ensemble if she asked. He wasn't used to wearing armor, even light armor, anyways.

"You know, I wasn't planning on it, but maybe if it's a real good-ass stream."

"We can keep our eyes open." Trunks murmured, starting to gather up clubs and putting them in a large bag for said purpose. "You know I'll give you space while washing. Or lend you something of mine if you want."

It was unfortunate that Tidus wasn't expecting that, his friends certainly would've. There was a reason that he usually let other people do the talking for him.

"Hmmm, that could be a logical way to go about doing things." Senku mused and glanced around the stalls. "Let's head in one direction, and if we're wrong, we'll try another."

The best part of this plan was that he didn't have to ~~accost~~ talk to people.

"Thank you!" She nods, coming over.

"Well, this is very similar to how I used to dress at home, so let's see if we can find you something you'll be comfortable in. Do you have particular colors that you like, perhaps? Or has something caught your eye?"

"I will probably stay with Orange this time." She says thoughtfully. "I don't think Feanaro will need me with him this time, and I should like to keep an eye on Curufin for a change."

She smiles at him. "Although if you do stay with Red and you spot my husband, tell him to be careful for me, would you?"

Alice has seen a lot in combat. It's just what happens when most of the combat you've endured was in Wonderland, where just about everything is odd in some way.

But someone deciding to talk-- no, pray, she realises a moment later - rather than attack? That's new to her. So much so that even though she's already pulled out her weapon, ready to fight the wolves as well, Alice can't help but stare for a moment as she watches him get utterly bowled over by those creatures. And he's just.. letting it happen? Despite being such a big guy and an angel?

"Aren't you taking this whole angel matter a little too seriously?"

"Let's go this way," Tidus points by jerking his head; and also happens to be opposite the way he came from. The marketplace was wide, so regardless of direction, there'd be some walking.

But even before they get to the other side of the open plaza, Tidus does decide to stop someone. "'Scuse me, you know where job listings go up?"

It's a gamble, and the person crooks an eyebrow at him, an older man. 'You talking 'bout the 'Venturer's Guild?'

"Uh-"

'Bunch of you showed up today. You should go down Ferin Street, that'ta way.' The civilian points a fat thumb towards the other end of the marketplace, then laughs noisily for seemingly no reason. 'Not unless you're looking to patch up some houses. Hear the Carpenters are low on lads!'

And then walks off, without waiting for any further questioning or else. Tidus rubs the back of his head. UMM..

See, it's pretty normal to be all freaked out in a situation like this. Normally Madoka would be freaked out too - for sure - but she's definitely started to get used to this. Especially since these sudden, yet intense monster attacks seem like they're part of any blue mission, even though it seems the red team is suffering it alongside them..

So much like last time, when they were fighting the monsters underground, Katsuya may find a magical pink arrow flying past him, hitting the ground right in front of those wolves to force them back. It's a pretty delicate shot, since Madoka didn't want to hurt any of Katsuya's cute Pokemon friends, but her aim has gotten good enough by now for it to land perfectly.

The girl runs up to his side, already pulling back her bowstring to make another magical arrow appear, ready to be fired off.

"This is actually pretty normal!" She may even be giving him just a tiny smile as she glances sidelong at him while saying it. Look, it just feels good to be able to contribute in a fight and help out a friend.

Feanaro? If that's the guy Tidus thinks he is...

"He's one of the Team Leads, isn't he?" Which leads Tidus onto a thoughtful pause when he realises. "So he's a lead, and so's his son."

Huh. He never realised that before. Maybe he should have.

[ Apparently these two just keep meeting when it comes to clothing lately, huh. But today Inigo's attitude certainly is different from the time they had been looking at swimsuits. Back then he had looked uncomfortable, flustered - but right now Inigo is brimming with excitement, a big smile on his face as he browses all of the clothes.

Even as he's a little surprised at what Kitty says, the expression on his face when he looks over to her is still a smile. ]

Hm? Why didn't you expect these?

Gen was still trying things on when she was looking around the dressing carriage, humming a little. He brightened and offered something green and floppy, with a gold sash around the middle, and feathers.

"How about this one?" he offered cheerfully.

Romeo got a friendly smile, despite that they hadn't meant yet. The sash that Romeo pulled out looked rather nice, and might go around his outfit well. Gen grinned and reached for it, planning on at least trying it on.

"Thank you, my friend. I didn't know that preparing for missions would be quite so much fun!"

Okay, so Inigo knows he should probably go around on his own. Especially since he has no trouble blending in here, aside from perhaps a tad of overexcitement at the fact that he's finally in a place that doesn't feel completely foreign.. But he's pretty sure most of the villagers might just see it as a burst of youthfulness.

But there's that clingy part of him that can't help but trail after Roland the moment he spots the other walking around the village as well. Honestly, the fact he saw Roland so exhausted ahead of the mission really doesn't help - it makes Inigo want to keep an eye on the other. Make sure everything is going okay, even if he doesn't make his goal that explicit.

Instead he just smiles widely as he runs up to the other.

"Roland!" He waves, and at least bothers to lower the volume of his voice once he's next to the other, just in case their conversation is better not overheard by the villagers. "Did you find out anything from the villagers yet? The children are so cute here!" Apparently Inigo found people on his own level to converse with, huh.. Five year olds.. "They actually gave me some ideas!"

Gen literally floated right by, looking like he was quite enjoying himself. He'd get to work in just a moment, really.

"I know, right?" Gen beamed. "There are upsides to signing up for work on these things, I'm learning. Look at us!"

Wow, if Madoka didn't know Piccolo any better, she'd assume he was being cruel by telling her to go first.. But she knows he's actually nice when it comes down to it, so he's probably just being polite by offering to let her go first!

Over.. the.. ice bridge. Where she could fall.. a long way down.

Madoka does take a step or two in its direction, like she's planning on heading over it, but then she stops, like she's getting - no pun intended - cold feet. She may have gotten used to fighting by now, but this? This is a whole different level of danger.

"A-Ah.."

She turns around to face Piccolo rather than the terrifying ice bridge.

"A-Are you sure we need to go over it, mister Piccolo?" Is there no other way around.. Please...

His prayer complete, Vigilant Gaze immediately went on the offensive.

“There is nothing-“ he said, between a blur of rapid fire blows that stunned, crippled, and generally incapacitated each of the blighted wolves with graceful but deadly efficiency. “-that I take more seriously than my duty to the gods.”

He seemed unharmed. His cloak had a tear or two on it, but the armor beneath was solid as stone, and not to be seriously damaged by a few wild animals.

[ The stranger did ask. Gen peeked over and grinned, giving him a thumb's up. ]

So far as I can tell, my friend. You look -

[ And then the boy ... vanished a tent. Huh. Gen looked intrigued. ]

You've got one of those Arms Bands?

Probably before they ingest their potions, Senku might spot a wild Haibara nearby.

"If you could," she intones, "try and hold onto one of the potions. I'd like to do a proper examination once we're back on the train."

Haibara ur a chemist not an alchemist. Wait, no, you're a normal kid not a chemist...

"You got to it?" Tidus asks, coming over to where Wei Wuxian has just deposited the packages, seeing better in that instance the still-opened lid.

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