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middleofsomewhere2021-01-26 08:40 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mission ten,
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- cassie cage [ou],
- entrapta [ou],
- inigo [ou],
- katsuya jonouchi [au-crau],
- koumyou sanzo [ou],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- persephone [ou],
- ple two [ou],
- ryo [ou],
- seto kaiba [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- trunks brief (future) [ou],
- yugi mutou [ou],
- ~x~bucky barnes [crau],
- ~x~conan edogawa [ou],
- ~x~kurosaki ichigo [ou],
- ~x~lan xichen [ou],
- ~x~mami tomoe [ou],
- ~x~nita callahan [crau],
- ~x~prisoner [ou],
- ~x~raven [ou],
- ~x~rich goranski [ou],
- ~x~senku ishigami [ou],
- ~x~xander woods [ou],
- ~x~yoite [ou],
- ~x~yosuke otoha [ou]
Conclusion
Thank you.
For those inside the system the voices of the Great-Seasons ring out around them once the red mass has vanished and the blue plinth it was smothering is freed once more. They don't have all that much time to reflect on that before they find themselves waking up once more in their bodies around the tree trunks.
Or at least, around the tube that is the Great-Season they entered through. All illusions have vanished now, all that is left are pipes and metal.
The Great-Seasons allow them passage out from the centre, no sentries or pipes attack them this time. Everything seems to have been put to rights, the walls in the Autumn sector have stopped moving, there is no strange weather effects in the Summer Sector, no engineering problems in Winter and all the camaloid creatures in Spring are calm. Any Helpmates they come across are doing their jobs and no longer malfunctioning.
After a small amount of time, enough to check that all is well, their SCA's light up. All Passengers are to return to the Voidtrecker Express.
Considering the vast distances involved it is probably best that they use the evacuation function to return to the Luggage carriage.
Once all Voidtreckers have returned the train returns to the Void once more.
For those inside the system the voices of the Great-Seasons ring out around them once the red mass has vanished and the blue plinth it was smothering is freed once more. They don't have all that much time to reflect on that before they find themselves waking up once more in their bodies around the tree trunks.
Or at least, around the tube that is the Great-Season they entered through. All illusions have vanished now, all that is left are pipes and metal.
The Great-Seasons allow them passage out from the centre, no sentries or pipes attack them this time. Everything seems to have been put to rights, the walls in the Autumn sector have stopped moving, there is no strange weather effects in the Summer Sector, no engineering problems in Winter and all the camaloid creatures in Spring are calm. Any Helpmates they come across are doing their jobs and no longer malfunctioning.
After a small amount of time, enough to check that all is well, their SCA's light up. All Passengers are to return to the Voidtrecker Express.
Considering the vast distances involved it is probably best that they use the evacuation function to return to the Luggage carriage.
Once all Voidtreckers have returned the train returns to the Void once more.
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He wasn't a fan of that aspect of this mission, not at all.
"Did you notice, those forms didn't even bleed?"
Horrible.
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It's cool as hell, but also somewhat terrifying.
"Someone said that there's a platform every two weeks... that means it's coming up soon, right?" He's somewhat lost track of the days, given how long they were there.
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So not bleeding, when injured?
Fucking creepy, that's what that was.
"Aah... I suppose so, yes. That does seem to be the pattern."
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"Maybe you'll try not to nearly run into them this time?" He grins slightly, shifting a bit to lean back against the edge of the pool.
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Get between him and his packages at your own peril, newcomers.
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Although... there's a thought... hm. "I never really had much stuff anyway. Always had a really plain room. Reiji once said it looked like I was trying to be a monk."
Yeah, no.
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Koumyou's always here to make fun of other monks.
"They probably just like the traditional look. It's not for me, though."
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Yes good, let's get Koumyou fixated on how you'd look with different wigs and hats, Otoha. This could never end poorly.
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Hm. "Maybe I should see if I can buy my other outfit."
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It is a joke but it also isn't. Koumyou's only willingly worn the one uniform for the last twenty three years, and before that he wore whatever temple uniform was relevant.
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Koumyou adds with amusement, "It helps especially with blood stains, when most of your uniform is white like mine."
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This is absolutely not a mystery to the youngest Sanzo of his era, or to the first and only Sanzo to protect two sutras... and to do so for longer than many lasted protecting one.
The singularly most hunted man on the planet for most of his life.
"...It's because everyone who hasn't had to do it themselves, assumes we Sanzos, who are so very holy, why... we must defend our sutra with stern words. And maybe by shaking a finger here and there," Koumyou illustrates by shaking one bony finger at Otoha, "It's like one big, shitty joke."
It's a violent world, and violence requires violence in turn.
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