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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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Devero nods, accepting that at face value. It's certainly not the first time he's heard as much. "Blue's going to have their hands full with laundry after this mission, aren't they?" he remarks conversationally with a weary huff that's almost a laugh.

It takes him a second to realize Vegeta means his Interface-- he actually twists to look behind him before he figures it out. This time the weary huff is definitely a laugh at his own expense as he touches the device and says, "Oh, this? This is my Interface. Something that came with me from home."

"Not a scouter then," Good. Good. Unless it was a newer model, with a different name; Vegeta still on guard until it's fully cleared up. "Unless it came with that armor." Which... looked, well, beyond what Frieza was still using for his forces, but who knows. Vegeta wouldn't put it past him for stealing Bulma's superior design of it somehow.

Devero's quick to shake his head. "No, the Interface came with me to the train. The armor..." He pauses, but. Well. He knows Trunks well enough-- and has heard enough about his father-- to put it together. "Your son lets me borrow it for missions."

Oh? Oh! Huh. Vegeta's expression relaxing, as also the tension he hadn't realized he had been holding in his body at the idea of one of Frieza's minions just randomly showing up. "I see." Then a pause, and, "I have no idea who you are." Since Devero seemed to know who he was at the very least. Clearly someone Trunks trusted enough to lend out a set of armor though.

Devero laughs, not taking it personally. "Trunks is much more likely to have mentioned me to your wife," he says. "I hear she's an absolutely brilliant inventor, and I'm from a pretty tech-forward dimension. Trunks seemed to think we'd have a lot to talk about." The almost sheepish way he says it, he doesn't seem to think he'd be quite up to her snuff.

"I'm sure she will be more than happy to confirm that once you speak to her." Bulma is certainly more than proud enough to admit to it, and loud enough to boast about it to anyone around. Vegeta doesn't even mean it as a jab against his wife, as he himself was pretty much the same. Their family was amazing, and clearly everyone should be made to know that. "I'm sure she will be eager to compare differences in the technology as well." Vegeta on the other hand really didn't care, unless of course it could have something to aid in his training.

And he is curious enough to ask. "What exactly does that Interface do then?"

"I'll have to bug him again to introduce us, then," Devero says with a smile that's definitely shy. Trunks has quite built Bulma up to him; Devero admires the woman without having ever met her.

He touches the device on his ear. "Not much, around here," he says wryly. "Where I come from, its what lets me network with the world around me. It reads the signals from the implanted tech in my body and translates them, mostly into computer commands." He takes it off and looks down at the little device. "This one's just a civilian model. Come to think of it, I ought to order a tac visor-- that is, a combat unit for these missions, especially if they're going to keep being like this."

Sorry Vegeta - did you want to ask about the combat unit? Might want to get it out before your wife decides to show up, though it might be hard to since she's making a B line in your direction. Her voice will announce her presence before actually noticing her, if the volume of the "Vegeta!" that rings out over the din of everything going on around isn't telling enough. She sure does manage to stop a few people in their tracks with the sheer volume, rubbing at their ears as if they've just had a party horn blown too close by.

Bulma.. well. She hasn't made it through the whole mess unscathed exactly, but she's up, walking, and not injured beyond a scratch or two. Picking her way through rubble as quickly as she can with her ankles in tact, she's relieved, and yet too concerned to notice that he's in the middle of a conversation, here, or even that there's another person in the area. (Sorry, Devero.)

Trunks' likeness to her, though, is pretty undeniable.

"Are you hurt? Do you have any of those sensu beans left or do you need one from me?"

He certainly had been about to, curious to know if there was any similarities to a combat Interface versus a scouter, but he also knows that shriek anywhere. Maybe that's why he react little more than to raise his brows and glance in Bulma's direction as she comes stomping over, recognizing the tone wasn't of her being in danger, or her even really being angry at him.

"Stop your hollering, woman!" Vegeta let out while she was still far enough away, ignoring the fact he was being nearly as loud as her as she made her way closer, and much like she had to him, given her a quick once over to see if she was ok. The fact she was yelling like that seemed to show as much, Bulma really wasn't one to hide injury or not draw attention to herself if she needed help. "I'm fine."

Vice and virtue, that yell is so loud that Devero's hands drop to the batons holstered at his hips. He looks around sharply, as if he expects to see a fresh wave of demons barreling down on their vulnerable camp. But no, there's no demons to be seen, only a woman making her way towards them with determination. A petite woman with blue... hair... yelling Vegeta's name....

Oh sweet virtues it's her isn't it? Trunks's mother.

Devero practically comes to attention as Bulma joins them-- well, joins Vegeta, really. He fumbles his Interface back on and actually backs off a step. Should he go? Maybe he should go and-- and let them have a moment together! Yeah! He's just being conscientious, not skittering away because he's nervous to meet her--

"You stop!" Now they're just being children, but to be fair, they did this incredibly often. She's fussed over his injuries after a battle a hundred too many times, and after all the tournaments, and cross-time battles, and the lot? She's worn a little thin on checking on Vegeta here. Not that it would stop her from inspecting, of course, pushing bits of armor and undersuit aside from time to time to check.

Once satisfied, of course, she seems to 'come to' in a way, turning to take in the other man and the fact he's backing away now. She kind of assumes it's him giving them space, but also, maybe, that Vegeta's been less than friendly considering his usual grumpy demeanor. So she smiles of course, seeming a bit apologetic.

"Sorry, I was so focused on Vegeta I didn't realize you two were talking." Bulma turns then to Vegeta, brows raised - "If you weren't just grumping, anyway."

There are several 'stop it's at Bulma's fussing, though Vegeta doesn't stop her in doing so, knowing it would only lead to more anger from her and more shouting at him being a pain to her, rather than the other way around. Even a reassurance of, "It's not my blood." Didn't seem to help, and despite his complaining Vegeta goes along with it until Bulma seems satisfied that he was fine. Really, it's just a bit, or a lot, of blood. If he had lost this much he wouldn't be standing here right now...

There's then a huff of annoyance at Bulma's comment about him, even if it was pretty much fitting for how Vegeta normally is, he crossing his arms once she allowed him to move again. "He's one of Trunks' friends." As if that short comment cleared everything up.

Oh no. They're cute. Devero is reminded viscerally of seeing Techstead's cybersurgeon fussing over her wife. There had been no mistaking the love disguised in the sharp words and the exasperations, and he doesn't think he's mistaking love here, either.

He keeps that thought to himself, of course. He can't sneak away now that Bulma's noticed him, so he folds his hands together and bows a little towards her. "Ah, yes. Hello. My name's Devero," he says, not disguising his nerves terribly well. Has Trunks mentioned him to her, like he's said he might?

"--I came over to see if the blood was his as well, actually," he adds with a nod at Vegeta.

"That just sheds so much light on the situation, honey." Bulma says, sarcastic as always, eyes rolling. Leave it to Vegeta to have a conversation and not do introductions, or probably forget the other person's name a moment later if they aren't a certain fighter or something. She knows her husband a little too well not to think of things like this.

Devero introduces himself and Bulma gives an automatic 'oh!' of recognition, nodding her head in recognition. "Trunks keeps telling me that we need to talk but.. we've been busy since we arrived." Missions, all of it. It wasn't as if Bulma was ever able to really stop and smell the roses, but then add in the mix this entire situation.. well. Bulma as well as Vegeta and Trunks have all been running around more and more.

"Well, there's one set of armor we're going to have to order for you, mn?" Bulma sighs toward Vegeta, lowly, annoyed that she can't just make a new one as she had been able to before.

"We used to be able to make them, but of course, we're in the stone age now with this train, so.."

Bulma's little barb is instantly and easily ignored, happy to leave her to socialize with Devero. Look, he's Trunks' friend, not Vegeta's, so his name really isn't that important right now. He does at least show he's acknowledging her with the second comment, "It's fine, stop fussing. I've still got several left, even if they are of older designs." And thus not as good as the current one he was wearing.

Ok, enough about armor. It's not like complaining about it is going to change anything, and he was in the middle of talking when Bulma had made herself known, Vegeta's focus returning to Devero. "What does the military model do?" And on that line of questioning. "And if the one you're using relies on a system from your world, how is it even efficient without it being in the correct environment?"

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