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middleofsomewhere2021-01-26 08:40 pm
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2021-01-26 08:40 pm
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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She doesn't want to hurt him and--and it's true. She doesn't really know what she's talking about. It's all muddled up, worrying and missing. Guilt over feeling like she doesn't want to become her mothers shadow, something about Thanatos and food and home. Food is such a part of home and her mother is wrapped up in both and it's impossible to disentangle her thoughts.
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...this conversation is a mess, isn't it.
He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. He has questions, but this conversation isn't about him, and he doesn't want to upset her further, and he doesn't know what to say, and-
Well, it's a mess. It all just keeps coming back to that.
"Thank you for the peach," he says instead. "It's really good." It's about food, sure, but it's also the truth, and at least it's a place to start.
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She looks down at her peach and up at the tree. There's plenty she could say, about who asked for it and how hard it was to reign in her powers, to stop them from spilling over into something too tall and grand for the greenhouse. But she's exhausted. Instead she just takes another bite and gestures.
"Take some whenever you like."