middleofsomewhere | The Will to Fight: Conclusion

The battles rage loud and ferocious at the gates of the city and off in the ruined wastelands of Erda, and on the walls a struggle of a different kind occurs. The team who stayed behind at the towers are small but determined as they move stoically across the walls to right the stones that have become misaligned, even as their friends battle not too far away.

The city begins to hum. It's a quiet hum, not loud enough to be heard out where the others are fighting but it vibrates even through stone. The recovering monks assure them that it is done, the wards are back up and no demon will be able to enter the city.

Eventually the battle is won, all three battles. The demons fought back and killed, a major blow to their gate system that will keep them back for hopefully a long time. Those waiting in the caverns return to the city and by the time they get there the illusions are gone. Everyone can see the world for what it really is.

But despite the ruins of their world the people are relieved, the adrenaline of the fight coursing through their veins and the mood is one of hope. They will build again, their people will survive.

All Voidtreckers please return to the Voidtrecker Express. Departure will be in a few hours

It has landed not too far from the city, cloaked to make it unnoticeable to the citizens, for all the good that does. No one has been particularly subtle this last week. People can begin regrouping, packing up the camp and getting any wounded not already healed to the train.

However roughly half an hour later another message appears on their SCA.

Passenger Persephone has requested we remain on system System #86525656412355 for an additional day to further assist the people of Erda. The Voidtrecker Express will depart on the morning of Day Fifteen of the month of Kazoo.

The train remains where it is, so the voidtreckers can use its facilities. There is definitely a lot that can be done to assist those of this world and the citizens will welcome any helping hands.

After an extra day they finally depart, returning to the void once more.

(OOC Note: Once the wards are up any characters who are demonic in nature will not be able to enter the city either!)

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"You know," Q'uila comments as she takes in Prompto and the magitek weapon in the standard car, "I did not realise that the versatility of a knife extended to magitek repairs."

She takes a seat near the blond her tail swaying curiously as she looks at him, "Do you not need a specialist tool for that?"

"I'm just taking off the chassis with it." Prompto grinned. "And uh, I don't think so, should be fine for that at least. I just need to see if I need to clean it out. I got sprayed with demon goo."

She laughs, "Ah, 'tis not a task I shall envy you over and it certainly makes me glad for my lance's relative simplicity. It was always my armour that required the detailed cleaning between the leathers and scale. That demon goo is surely a as much of a menace as those demons themselves."

She fidgets to get comfy with her tail and the seat, eventually deciding to shuck off her hoodie to reveal her once-a-tshirt-now-a-tanktop and the burns that snake all the way up her muscled arms.

"What exactly does this particular contraption do, Prompto?"

Prompto laughed a bit. "Uh, yeah I wrecked two shirts out there too." He was gonna burn through his clothes fast, he felt. It wasn't nearly as durable as his fatigues.

He was in the process of removing the chassis as they talked.

"Well this is a Drillbreaker. Niff tech." He explained, gesturing to the front of it, the drill bit. "When you activate it, it slams this part in and out kinda like a jackhammer. Great damage up close. Takes a bit of magic though."

Well, it was in the name wasn't it, magitek.

Q'uila wrinkles her nose and hisses quietly in annoyed sympathy, "You would think that we would be provided with better quality clothing considering what they are wanting us to do...Does this train have a blacksmith?"

If not, well that could be a project for later on. She leans in to get a better look at the point Prompto points out, "Oh, I see! A friend of mine created a similar weapon, They certainly pack a punch do they not?" She laughs, "I think he broke a number of ribs when we fought each other. Would this normally be your main weapon when fighting?"

"You know, I have no idea?" Prompto chuckled a bit. "Fortunately I can take care of my own stuff. I'm kind of a whiz with this kinda stuff." He had a knack for repairs, they came naturally to him.

"Nope, this is kinda my thing for close range encounters." He explained. "Typically I stick to my guns. I have a sniper rifle and a handgun right now. usually I've got a few more but for some reason I can't pull them out of the armiger."

He got the chassis open and let out a surprised sound. "Oh! It disappeared! Well that's...that's good news." He didn't really want to be cleaning demon miasma out of his Drillbreaker all day.

"Mayhaps I should look into setting something up once I have been here for a little longer, I would at the least like to be able to more easily fix my own weaponry."

Q'uila chirps curiously as she leans in to get a look at the inner working of the Drillbreaker, "'Tis a blessing indeed, many of those mechanisms look quite delicate and 'twould have been a nightmare if the goo was still inside the casing. I guess that the original creator of the weapon would not have factored in hellscape demons as a potential issue, mayhaps there is modification potential there for you."

"Well, well maybe not hellscape demons, but it's probably rated for regular daemons, at least, the ones on Eos." Prompto explained.

"Looks like it disappeared, which is pretty great. Lucky!" He sing-songed a bit and started reassembling it.

"Ah, I have heard of your daemons before. Nasty sounding buggers to be sure, they sound somewhat similar to our Voidsent and few things are more infuriating to deal with."

Q'uila is content to watch Prompto work in silence even if its giving her some itchy fingers for tinkering of her own. Eventually she breaks the comfortable silence," How fares you, Prompto? You seem more settled than last we met?"

Prompto didn't mind a few minutes of quiet while he was working, and he didn't mind a spectator at all. "Oh um, I'm good?" He grinned.

"I was fine before just..." He waved his hand. "I mean. I was just nervous!"

"Well, full glad am I that you are feeling better!" Her grin becomes a little contrite, "It has occurred to me that last we spoke I mentioned things I know of you but did not give you the opportunity to learn about myself in return. So I wanted to ask you if you had any questions about me or where I come from that I could answer for you?"

"I'm used to it." Prompto said with a bit of a smile, but it was true. Anxiety was just a state of being for him.

"Uh, well I don't really know about your world so nothing comes to mind?"

"Hmm," Q'uila taps her chin in thought for a few moments before her ears perk up, "Oh! So on Hydaelyn we have multiple different breeds of chocobo, all of different sizes and temperaments and some who can even fly!"

"What? No way!" Prompto gasped. "Your chocobos fly?" His eyes were a bit wide. "How? Can you just teach any chocobo?"

That could be a future life goal.

"Yep!" Prompto's shocked delight has the miqo'te grinning, "The Ishgardians breed a specific breed of black chocobo who can all fly naturally but I was able to teach my Grand Company chocobo who has fought with me for many years. All it requires is experience and teamwork on the behalf of you and the chocobo, at least that is the case in Eorzea."

The Will to Fight: Conclusion

III Repairs

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