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What their Eyes See: Optional Ongoing

By day eight the Voidtreckers have made a good deal of progress in all their tasks but there is still a lot to do to help the people of the city.

It is around mid morning when there is a message on their comms. For those that want to help it is easy to either find Anan herself or ask for netpoints and scanners to be brought to them by Chiff.

Illusions have gotten worse, uncertainty and fear are rising across all tiers and the situation is becoming more chaotic by the day. Indeed especially on the first and second tiers it seems that the voidtreckers themselves are being targeted, with creatures stalking them and attacks on their minds to make them believe that what they are seeing is real.

Same inside the Spectura system, the vines seem to almost be on the offensive against the voidtreckers though things are getting better outside the game system as more of the vicitms are freed and wake up.

Almost opposite to the situation on the lowest tier, which is getting more chaotic by the day. Anger is bubbling over, people are frightened and in a place like this the only real way to express that fear is through anger.

There has been a lot of progress but there is still a lot of work to do, especially as many of the voidtreckers have started to realise, this all seems a little too familiar.

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"No clue," Tidus admits with a slow shake of his head. "Whatever they did or tried, it sounded like it was serious stuff. Anything that brings people back would be," he assumes. "But the train got out of character when you brought up its old crew or the thing that got them. All talking in capitals. I think I said it let us ask questions one time."

And that was a result a few people got from that. ...nevermind his own emotional engagement with the train.

"Oh." She pulled a face. "That's worrying. Anything that makes a voidcraft act out, there's strong emotions there."

She shook her head. "I guess finding out what they did, that's important. I'll try and look some things up, see what I can found. See if I can unearth any rumours at least."

"Sorry to put this on you-" everything, from all the information, all of these confusing puzzles, "-but if there's anything we can do for you from the inside, let us know, okay? There's not a lot we can track... and the train doesn't let stuff come in from outside."

So, it was probably a pointless offer, but he can't help make it, just in case.

"Yeah I'll let you know."

She nodded, "More information is needed first and then we can come up with some sort of plan. See if we can get to the point where we even have the first clue of what a plan could look like."

She smiled. "And figure out what is going on here as well."

Puzzles on top of problems on top of puzzles.

Right, one thing at a time - patience, and all that. Giving him a pat on the...head??, Tidus sets Chiff down.

"I'll take some of the stuff to put around and scan. Last one thing though, would you...what's your healing gear like?" he goes for instead. "We have some stuff - it's from my world. I'd like to give you some, just in case you ever need it. It's magic. Could save you or someone else's life!"

And already, he's bringing out his hand with his band around the wrist, but not in view; making appear an elegant red feather, a few bottled vials of liquids, moving them over to his other hand. One, two, three, four, five...

"I have a med kit." She raised an eyebrow as he began passing feathers and bottles of liquids over to her.

"You're gonna have to talk me through this Tidus. We don't heal with... feathers where I come from."

She's been on magical worlds before, but for the most part they are not void active so she keeps herself to herself.

There's a small chuckle. "Not a lot of people do. It's okay, I'm used to explaining. Just...trust me about how they work. I can't tell you the hows."

Please, he's not smart. But he really is used to explaining, pointing to the feathers first.

"Okay, so we call these phoenix downs. Basically if you think someone's close to dead, kinda just really close to it, or you're the unlucky guy? There's no other work to it than just put it on or near 'em. It'll get you back to a living point again, but you'll still need treatment. These two-" pointing to dark red vials. "They'll be a good follow up. Badly wounded, got a hold in your gut your leg, something like that? Drink it or just pour it on. Anywhere, you can throw the things too - it turns into a kind of...light energy. It's magic," he says with a huff of a laugh, "So - just imagine sparkles going into a person. That's basically it!"

It's magic. It can be as dumb as it wants.

"But these two-" and he points to a light blue, somehow creamy-ish pair of vials. "These can save anyone on the brink of death. Elixirs; the other ones are called X-Potions." But then, they're labelled anyway.

"They work the same way as the X-Potions, just stronger. Drink, pour, splash it - it doesn't have to be over the wound, but you can do it that way."

She nodded, after all she had been found wanting in their many many questions about void travel, things she accepted as normal without knowing the exact ins and outs so she could not judge him for not knowing exactly how his magic healing feathers worked.

But they sounded useful. "Sparkles going into a person. Right." She nodded and listened as he explained the rest. "They sound very useful. Thanks. Sure you don't need them, I don't want to be taking stuff off you lot."

One day, she'll understand the sparkles.

Its repeat gets a short laugh out of Tidus anyway, but he shakes his head at her concern. "I buy in enough to cover us! If they turn out good and you want more, maybe we can make a trade - anything like weapons or tech is really hard to get. Even a catalogue would be great! Of stuff we could get to protect ourselves? We just don't know what's out there we could be buying, and the actual weapons cost a lot by the point system the train has us on."

He gestures to the vials. "But the potions - I can get about a hundred peoples' worth. S'long as the train thinks I do good on a mission!"

"It depends on the world. There's as many options as worlds. My stuff I get from my own world though a couple of things like the atmosphere scanner is a bit more multiversal. But if it's weapons you want I can ask some of our fighters what they would recommend."

She pulled a slight face. "I can get myself out of trouble but that's where my fighting ability ends." She looks at the potions. "You get points depending on how well you've done? I've heard of systems like that, on big mission craft."

"Yeah, at least, whatever the train thinks? We don't really know how we get judged, and points are all over the place. Dunno know it's judging us either. But we can order food, items about this big -" here's the small item "-or this big?" and here's the big item.

"Think of suitcases. We can get books too. Took us forever to be able to order weapons, but they're expensive. But even more gadgets like the scanner might be cool. We have tinkerers, and we can do with more ways of defending, you know? Even without weapons."

Considering the mix of people they had, the different jobs, the camps they sometimes set up.

"Anything really would be great. We really don't know what's good for missions or what to take. The train might give us some stoves or a tent when a mission comes round, but that's basically it. We weren't even given health kits or stuff to put food and drink in. That's what we're working with. I tried to buy bottles and containers, but it was a lot for really tiny ones!"

pahhh.

"Ah." She nodded, looking a bit confused but she nods along as he explains stuff to her, letting him talk and feeling this was something he needed to get off his chest.

"That sounds hard. Especially since none of you asked to be in the void in the first place." She frowned.

"I just have a standard kit, tent, some cooking equipment, some clothes for fitting into different worlds. It's a lot easier though, when there's just me."

She shrugged. "Would have thought it would have given you health kits though."

"There's first aid kits on the train- I mean, in the different carriages? But not enough to cover everyone even if we did take them along."

Even with the amount of carriages they did have. But, Anan does make him curious.

"Your job's to go down and see what's up, right? If you think something's up? Do you fix or tidy up? Things like that?"

She mentioned about other fighters, which didn't seem to include her, so that wasn't worth asking.

"Pretty much. If I think I can deal with the problem on my own I do so, if not I report back and usually return with more of my team."

She shrugged. "It's a bit different than the big mission groups but it lets us cover quite a bit of ground."

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