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So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

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A TL;DR notes version of days/prompts: (click to show)

EVENT BASICS:

DAYS 8-9 (M11-M12):

Buildings had begun to disappear during days 7&8, facilities and even whole streets begin vanishing. There are signs of crumbling infrastructure everywhere they look.
In the early morning of Day 9 (M12), the cracks in the city - in this illusionary world - finally spread. The void sky above shines brightly in its colours. Chaos - also referred to as the Entity, or That Guy - is heard screaming of vengeance against the Voidtreckers, blaming all that has happened onto them. It shows what happened to the original Diagad: It was destroyed by blocky shapes in the sky that came down and destroyed it, while Chaos itself fell into the void.

There is also some light mind torture, as a treat, to really wake people up. Memories, visions of their past assail them. This is the sort of stuff the voidtreckers have been training against and it's a good time for them to put all that work to the test.
Anan's group then takes over any electrical device still left. She explains that they have a way to get the non voidtreckers (4th wall characters and npcs) home and also a way to temporarily seal the world. The entity takes offence at this and the screens smash. The entity appears as a cyclone of crackling colourful energy.
Illusionary creatures are sent around to find and attack Voidtreckers, but they're also going after 4th wallers/NPCS. There's also monsters from other worlds leaking through, real monsters. People will have to move around more carefully, as going out on the streets is dangerous.
However, there's word that buildings are disintegrating/disappearing farther out from the centre sector. People see where the city limits are as the illusion of there being more to the city has completely faded.
Their SCA's begin to work fully, including comms. Of course not everyone was wearing their SCA when they got pulled and the 4th wallers don't have one so it will be up to those who do to make sure everyone is kept in the loop.
The main tasks are as follows.

"YOU. YOU WISH TO RUIN MY WORLD. TO TEAR IT ASUNDER, BREAK AND CRUMBLE AND INCINERATE ITS EXISTENCE AGAIN. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. I WATCHED IT. THE END OF DIAGAD, PURPLE SKIES, THE CHILDREN WHO LAUGHED IN JOY, THE SMILES I BROUGHT TO LIFE. THE REASON I WORKED AND WOKE AND WHAT KEPT ME GOING EACH AND EVERY DAY. MY EXISTENCE. MY BEING.

FALLING. FALLING. FALLING. I FELL AS IT CAME, BLACK TERROR WITH A HUNGER. HOW DID THE CHILDREN CRY? DID THEY SUFFER? I CAN HEAR THEM ALL, I CAN IMAGINE THEM. SEE IT. THE POSSIBILITIES, THE MAYBES, THE TRUTH. THE WORLD-- MY BEAUTIFUL DIAGAD, OH! THE VOID HAS BLESSED AND CURSED AND DAMNED AND DESTROYED AND BROUGHT TO ME A CHANCE TO SAVE IT THIS TIME, I WILL SAVE DIAGAD, I WILL HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGH AGAIN, NO ONE WILL DESTROY MY CITY AGAIN. NO ONE, NO THING, IT WILL BE BEAUTIFUL AND SAVED AND IT WILL PROSPER FOREVER.

ALL WHO HARM US! ALL WHO STOP OUR RETURN! I WILL FIX WHAT HAS BEEN BROKEN. NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOU YOU VOIDTRECKERS HARM MY WORLD AGAIN. TWISTING AND RUINING OUR HOME NO MORE NO MORE I WILL END YOU."

The spiel comes in the early morning of Merriment 12, their ninth day on this strange world, though morning and night are indistinguishable now with the void-scarred sky burning above Jinnjar. Little exists of the sectors but the education and political district, and everyone has had to take shelter in its buildings, on cold tiled floors and with few blankets. There is no waking comfortable, feeling at ease. The city continues to crumble, and the citizens turned into the Entity's Heroes never quit their search and harassing of people who may be secret Voidtreckers, regardless of the ruinous world around them.

And then it speaks. The Entity's voices wakes everyone, enters into dreams, reality and the fake undefinable between one another. Scenes switch from one to another. A sky. Purple, serene and calm. A feeling of great contentment. But then come the shadows. Dark clouds filling the sky, blotting out that most perfect sky. A scream. No, a thousand screams. A world of screams echoes in every ear. A shadowed figure falling into the void. Pain erupts through the body, the mind, madness and grief suffocating every sense, every fibre of the being, and more attempts to fill and drown each and every person in Diagad. There is grief, there is love, there is despair. A longing and desperation that can never be fulfilled that cries out.

Once it's over, many have collapsed from the experience, and there are screams of those scared for their lives. Go out into the streets if you haven't already, and you will see the streets breaking, buildings being pulled like cubes, splitting people and trapping them. And there is a surge that hits people - Voidtreckers, others - with a brainwashing that makes them think of only one thing:

NO MORE. END. WE WILL END THE VOIDTRECKERS.

In amongst all of this chaos screens switch on. Any screens left working in buildings, on buildings, peoples phones. All show a young woman, a droid sat on her hair, metal legs curled around her head.

"Malin?"

A woman's voice. "Yes, go Anan. Now."

"LISTEN UP!" Anan isn't as loud as the booming voice echoing through the city, but she makes herself clear. "We need to evacuate and seal this world. It is falling apart." Stating the obvious, perhaps.

"We can temporarily seal it and we think there is a way to get the others back to their worlds. I know you Voidtreckers have had no training and this is advanced and really dangerous but everyone who is not a void traveller is in a lot of danger."

In truth, even the void travellers were in danger, but she doesn't want morale to be too low.

"Anyone willing to help meet me in the big park. You'll know it, it's the only park left!"

'HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU THWART ME. NO. NO. YOU DON'T. THIS IS MY CITY. MINE NOT YOURS. NOT YOURS TO DESTROY.' There's a huge crack as the sky itself seems to crack apart as colours twist and turn, a cyclone that forms at the edgez of the city, slowly beginning to devour it.

Over the camera Anan looks visibly shocked, terrified even, lost for words. An older man with reddish greying hair steps towards her, putting a big hand on her shoulder.

"Focus Anan. Voidtreckers. We do not ask it lightly. Please those that can, fight. Buy us time to set the seals. Buy time for those with no void craft to evacuate."

The screens flicker in colour before it cracks into static.

'NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE.'

A DISJOINTED REALITY

[ FALLING CITY. ] The city has been torn apart, fragments of roads, buildings and structures floating in a horrible mess. Friends and comrades split apart, some trapped in rooms that once had exits, or with no way out than to fall to nowhere. Pieces may stitch back together again at random, but with the same unpredictably, tear apart.

And if it couldn't get any worse, those core lights buzz around the environment, searching for individuals. They will do anything to hinder our heroes: turn into monsters from their minds, attempt to encase them inside illusions of their fears; even try to make them see pathways that don't exist, to make them fall into nothingness.

But for those who honed their resistances against illusions, this time may be different from the last. And with some experimenting, or just some lucky wishful thinking at the right time - some will find they can bend the illusions to do as they want, if just for a while. Stitch back together pathways so they can be crossed over, or make a weapon appear where it's needed.

It requires concentration, will be exhausting with too much use, but still - when isn't an axe or road on call handy?

[ HINDRANCE OR HELP. ] But it isn't only the core lights and environment they need to worry about. There are monsters coming out of the void - monsters they may recognise, monsters they may not. But unlike those of illusions, these are real, monsters - mechanical, ghostly, flesh and blood, something else entirely - slipping through from other worlds to rampage here.

There are also civilians, those who remain brainwashed, going after the Voidtreckers with powers of their own: telekinesis, pyromancy, superstrength and endurance, and so forth. Their skill levels vary, but the strongest of all are those who features have become twisted, chaotic. Streaks of colours dance under the skin, and they listen to no reason but their own. The entity - no their god, Chaos, is remaking the world. Remaking it the way it should have always been.

Strangely, but luckily, not everyone is harmful. Amongst those out there are a peculiar sight: a short hybrid between child and woodland-creature. They're keen to help, particularly anyone young or good of heart. They will help to lead them to safe shelters - the safe-houses made by Voidtreckers, the protected rooms all that are left. They may even interrupt the core lights from harming youngsters, knocking and shattering them, and then staying close to the youngster.

[ THE EVACUATION. ] For those who manage to make their way to the park, Anan is there, looking grim. One good thing though, as voidtreckers rush towards the entity or get ready to protect those helping evacuate this world- those with SCA's will see them burst into life, comms online.

The evacuation area needs protecting. Those acting as beacons aren't able to fight for themselves and the evacuation process is intense, slow and there are many many people in this city. The main entity is distracted but the monsters are drawn towards this gathering of people. Holding them back is vital to this plan working.

It's going to take everything the voidtreckers and their new friends have, to pull this plan off.

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It's such a desperate pull- but Van Gogh helps to pull back, as does (more than likely, at any rate) Vegeta's own being. Kiyoiri's 'Opposition' beats in time like a heart, and she keeps her sense enough at least to understand...why. So lonely. Undoubtedly, so lonely.

She hasn't been on the train very long. She wishes, quietly, she could share those sorts of memories- of places they saved that had nothing to do with the Chaos, of the cheers. But she has an idea of something else.

Memories of Singularities resolved, even knowing they could never see the other again. Their fate restored, their paths moving forward. Memories of Shimousa- a whole other dimension and world she'd fallen into through a dream, so narrowly saved from the machinations of the Caster of Limbo. So many missions, taken not out of obligation but because They Could Help-

The memory of waking up on the platform, Ayumi, her first real friend, her girlfriend, tackling her into a hug- 'It's like Chaldea...but bigger.'

Videos of the heroes as shown in Jinnjar.

"...Why not...come with us? As separate people," she says, doing her best to hug the tendril comfortingly, "...Being separate people is what lets us help you this way. What lets us talk, this way. We could help each other. And help others, too."

(Diagad is gone- Her world, as well, is gone. But they can carry on the spirit, the memory, and hold each other together and upright with held hands and embraces.)

The conversation shifting has Demyx leaning on his sitar instead of grasping it, a physical indication that he was not prepared to attack, and why would he? If they could resolve this peacefully, that would be better.

"You shouldn't blame us for wanting out though. Look, I've been taken before from my world by someone who wanted allies. I wasn't really asked. You can't just steal people from where they belong, it makes them really mad at you and doesn't...end well." He shrugged.

"But I like to think that if you're alive, there's always somewhere you can end up, somewhere you'll belong. You don't have to be alone."

The ocean, the storm, to never be alone again-

But you will never be lonely. You already know that.

Just as the chaos wants to draw her in, so does harmony keep her grounded, an anchor in the form of Loki's hand in her own. There is a rainbow of color inside her heart, bright and shining, but instead of a chaotic storm, its a gentle, pulsing wave. Ever present, and shines through the more she seeks to help others.

Fire gathers at her back, wings of flame, gentle, and warm, they don't burn anything, and her hand squeezes Loki's. "Help me," she says. Not a frightened plea, just for Loki to help her do what she thinks is right.

"You said I looked like her," she says to the entity. "And you changed the story. A caretaker in an orphanage. I wonder if that has to do with it, your loneliness. I know something like that was part of mine."

And she shares it, years of loneliness. From family who only fulfilled obligation. Of a mentor who suffered her own burdens, unable to give the guidance to make friends. Of manipulating, controlling, domineering through magic and wit and underhanded tactics, as a unicorn, and as a human.

She had power. She had control. She was surrounded by people who admired and feared her. It was almost loud enough to drown out the screaming emptiness of her loneliness.

"I don't know. But....if I am like her....I think she would want better for you then this. A storm, an ocean, they're so loud, but all it is, is stagnation. And loneliness doesn't vanish with it. Because you can be surrounded and alone," Sunset said, her hand still on the tendril, still gentle.

"You're right, to be alone is to be doomed. But you're only doomed if you stop trying. I know its hard. Its so hard-"

She would hurt everyone in front of her, destroy them all-

And then she was surrounded in color, a blinding light, and an all consuming warmth. What Twilight had accomplished in three days. She had torn apart all her machinations, she had healed broken hearts, she had given magic to five girls who had none before.

By being a friend.

"But its possible, with the right people. And then....you learn. You learn all the things about them, what makes them different, what makes them special, things that sometimes drive you mad, and make you love them more."

Moments, of love an annoyance of her friends. Learning surprising new things from Fluttershy's intensity while gaming, to Rainbow's books, to Twilight's quiet understanding. To celebrating a winter holiday with a family as her friends invite her to sleepover after sleepover once they learn she's on her own. To waking up on the Aurora with Loki worried over her, the efforts others made to save her enough of a bond to slam her memories back into her mind all at once.

"Taking people, dominating them, curating an existence, it isn't fixing your loneliness. Its just control. And if all you are is control, you will always be alone. You have to let people in...and there are people. If you can't join the train, if you can't let go of that pain, then be a safe haven. There are people who have lost so much. Who have nothing worth returning to. Who would love to help make a new world. But you have to let them choose."

"You could join the train, give each other a second chance. Or you can offer a second chance to others, you just have to let them in, let them choose, let them help. Let them be your friends instead of people you control," she said and she stared at the cyclone.

"My name is Sunset Shimmer. Some friends know me as Solar Flare. And I'd like to be your friend."

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Dairine isn't so sure this turn of conversation is a good idea. They can't even control who comes and goes on the train in normal circumstances — could they convince the Voidtreck Express to bring Chaos aboard the roster? And would it be wise to have a being so intensely Voidsick in closed quarters? (If their previous words were to be believed, they must have Voidsickness, right? It's so hard to follow their scattered narrative sometimes.)

She stares into the dark abyss, wondering in the back of her mind if it was the earth opening up or the darkness consuming this Entity. Had they survived both darkness and Void? Were they even mortal?

"Rather than joining, couldn't we just be equals? Sunset's right, the best way to keep connections isn't to tie folks down but to let them be free to chose their own way. Even if life takes us elsewhere, that doesn't mean you'll be alone. There are are thousands upon thousands of other people to meet. And there will always be the memories you make along the way."

She would bring up Timeheart, but that might be a bit too close to death talk for this conversation.

"Whichever you choose, please know that we'd love to have you as an ally. We have a common enemy. The shadows of destruction have brought great pain to us as well and many other planets besides. Someone aught to stop them." And knowing their luck, it'll probably end up being the Voidtreckers. Eventually.

Loki wants to hug Solar. But even though they do seem to be reaching their captor, he still doesn't trust it enough to let his guard down entirely and not have a hand free for a spell if needed. He settles for squeezing her hand back and leaning against her.

Snippets of thoughts and memories swirl in his head. Talking with Thor, apologizing for- killing him, and Thor just smiling and telling him that as long as he wants to make up for it and make things better, Thor will always accept his efforts. How happy he's been with Thor since then. Imaginings of his apology to Agent Romanov for betraying her trust and how he hopes he will accept it if she never wants to talk to him again, as long as he's said it.

Thinking more specifically about the current situation. He wouldn't have accepted an invitation right before the kidnapping, but when he had been a prisoner of the fae... He might not only have accepted, but also tried to convince the entity to extend the invitation to all the Stolen, and convinced them to accept.

He won't help the entity build a new Diagad now. The wounds are too much. But he could have. He could still even help solve problems, as long as there's some middleman to go through. He's still angry, but he will walk away if an accord can be reached, and encourage others to do the same. There's something of a warning in there, too; "the Voidtreckers have defeated you time and again, if you take advantage of mercy, they can end you for good". But with that is a tacit acceptance of the possibility that they'll receive mercy.

One final thought, which causes him to shed tears. What if Solar wants to stay? Will he accept that? It's hard to answer that question, but in his heart, it's Yes. For her.

Curufin listens to the words of his trainmates and he lowers his sword. He is reminded of his own choices and beliefs at the end of his life in his own world, the same ones as those he made and maintained in other worlds, the ones that saved him.

He speaks to the entity. "Listen to what the other Voidtrecker Express crew members are saying! They speak for friendship and peaceful alliance. You do not have to be alone, and I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Please do not continue your present course of action, using illusion to create a world in which you aren't alone, or at least one in which you don't suffer as much from being alone, but at the cost of pulling other people out of their worlds to keep you company and fooling them into thinking they belong here. Change your course! And to answer your question, as to what I would do, I would take the advice that others are proposing here. We can help you. Let us."

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YOU THINK THAT BOX COULD HOLD ME. HA. HA YOU DO NOT KNOW MY GREATNESS.

But the voice sounded calmer now, petulant rather than furious as they all spoke, wove their song of friendship around colours.

Yet still elsewhere the chaos was still unfolding, the world crumbling, illusions folding into themselves.

HOW CAN YOU ALL SPEAK SUCH WORDS. WHAT THEATRE IS THIS? A REDEMPTION PLAY? AM I SUCH A PITIFUL VILLAIN? NO NO YOU WORDS SOOTH ME. WE CAN CHANGE THE STORY. BUT ARE YOU SURE? SEPARATE MEANS DOOMED TO LONELINESS AFTER ALL

TOGETHER IS SO MUCH BETTER. ONE MIND. NO. NO. I SENSE IT. NONE OF YOU WANT ME. NOT IF IT MEANS LOSING YOURSELF.

SELF. HA. BUT A SAFE PLACE. I CAN BE SAFE. THE SAFEST. NO ONE WILL BE SAFE BUT WITH ME BUT I NEED A CAST. SINCE YOU REJECT MY OFFER

Within the tendrils figures appear, more illusions. But those here would recognise them as themselves, copies appearing within the tendrils.

For those voidtreckers who wore their SCA there is a frantic series of beeping and booping before a voice sounds, Jin-Roh, the man from before.

"We are almost done here, if you are with anyone not tethered to a voidcraft get them to the evacuation point, as quickly as possible."

"They say that we put ourselves into our stories." That was what her last singularity was all about- all the work trying to finish a tale, but in the end it was realizing who had written it to begin with that allowed them to find an ending Murasaki could be satisfied with. "...For that reason... ...A happy ending is better. And an ending..."

(She's said goodbye a lot. Musashi, lone survivor of a vanished dimension, traveler across space and time by the force of all realities forcing her away with time- confessing that she had died and returned a spirit carrying on that trend of travel, promising she would see her once again, one day. ~~Dantes~~The Count of Monte Cristo, so dedicated to his hate that it defined a new class- Avenger- forcing her to fight against him, but then in the end whispering that perhaps thanks to her care, they could meet again- and they did, time and time again thereafter. Jeanne D'Arc Alter...

"You knew I'd have to go eventually. No Heroic Spirit can stay here forever- and hell. Look at me. I wasn't even a real person- you did that, you little brat. You put enough love and care and belief into someone who could only hate, hate, hate..."

She didn't want her to go though. Her Jeanne-nee. Her-

"Hey. Wanna know something?" The woman had given her one last hug in the airport. She would eventually see her again in that movie singularity, a full year later, but she had no idea that she would. In the moment, at the airport...

"Here in Hawaii, the word they have for Goodbye? It can be 'Hello', too. So, Aloha, okay?")

"...An ending is never really an ending, right?"

It's easier to hug 'herself'. The illusion of her. She puts as much of 'herself' into it, and as much as she can to help Chaos in turn.

"'Aloha'," she says quietly, watery smile on her face. "...Even if we don't meet again...lets write stories for each other, okay?"

It looked like this story would have to be wrapped up soon. It wasn't quite the happily ever after everyone wanted, but maybe there would be a sequel in the future.

With a nod to her own SCA, Della looked around to the less familiar faces, the ones she knew weren't Voidtrekkers.

"Go ahead, guys. We got this." She said with a smile and a raised fist. "But don't think this means we won't see each other again... if there's one thing I've learned on this train, it means nothing is impossible! And we came this far because of you - so we have to find a way to pay you back. Hang onto those I.O.U.'s!"

"We'll see you again! And until then... thank you, for everything, from everyone!"

Loki looks at his double with an unreadable expression. Finally he looks away and acknowledges Della with a nod.

"Time for us to leave before we are stuck as its playthings? Well then, let us be off. Solar?"

He pulls on her hand, but loosely. He's afraid she might choose to stay.

"Sheesh, you really are a child, huh?" Goku grumbled, crossing his arms. "We're trying to give you a way out and yet..."

He stops as he hears those beeps and the message before turning to those who weren't Voidtrekkers.

"Hey, sorry we can't hang around much longer, but like she said, we got this! Thanks for everything. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine! Here's hoping we see each other again!"

"You are a pitiful villain. It takes one to know one," Sunset said and there is a sadness through the connection. "You can have all the players you want, but you'll only be alone. I wish there was more time. But it looks like you won't listen more then this right now, will you? But giving up my life won't help you."

She looks at Loki and she squeezes his hand, a warmth growing there. Her friend, who stood beside her and supported her despite their differing opinions. How he believed in her trying, at least.

She looked towards the copy, breathes in deep and lets it out before letting go of the tendril and wraps an arm around her copy, one armed hug. "I hope one day, you can listen. Breathe. Let yourself have a little peace."

And she pulls at the magic between her and Loki, what she's been using to fuel her element, the differing opinions, but mostly the kindness, the understanding, and offers it to her double, to let her magic intermingle with chaos.

A seed of empathy, of harmony, to help in the future.

And she lets go, ears and tail vanishing. She looks at the cyclone. "Chaos Diadem. You never gave me your name so...that's what I'll remember you as."

She looks to the Voidtreckers. "Thank you for trying! I'm glad to have met so many kind people!" She called and turned to Loki. "Let's go."

The storm has lessened some, tendrils not reaching to grab but instead they will get the feeling of curiosity. There are no attempts to prevent anyone from leaving but they will hear some muttering.

Peace. An Ending is not an ending. ALOHA GOODBYE. AH YOU. YOU.

The illusions of themselves disappeared, fizzling away.

Jin-Roh spoke through the comms again. "Everyone else get ready. When we call it you need to leave. If you don't have your SCA on then get to someone who does."

THE OCEAN. A TORRENT THAT CHANGES ALL IN IT'S PATH AND THEN VANISHES. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. BEAUTIFUL OCEANS.

"Hey, that's almost a compliment, coming from you." Della muses, shaking her head in a bit of disbelief. "Normally I wouldn't like being compared to the ocean, but I think I'll let it slide this time."

Things were finally quieting down. Illusions were fading away. It was soon time to go "home". Could they have done anything differently? Could they have fixed things another way? It'd do no good to speculate on the what-ifs. Best to take whatever wins they could and hold their heads up high.

"... All right, Chaos. The offer will always be open to you. Maybe next time, we can start off on the right foot. We'll be waiting for you."

“Alright guys, gather ‘round!” Goku called out. “I have no idea what those SCAs’ll do, but I think I can get everyone out of here quicker with Instant Transmission!”

“Just grab hold of me or someone holding on to me and I’ll do the rest. That means you, too, Vegeta.”

Dairine was half expecting Chaos to choose villainy, so she's somewhat surprised to find them suddenly backing off. Then again, she's a wizard. The power of stubbornness and talking things out shouldn't be much of a shock.

"Thanks," she offers a wry smile. "You know, you could make a good ocean yourself. Think it over, will you?"

She would ask more questions, but they're probably lucky to get as much progress out of this as they have.

"The SCA travel's pretty much instantaneous. But if there's anyone who can't get to theirs that's good to know." She offers a wave to the two non-Voidtreckers as they go. "Let us know if you need a hand!"

"An ocean....that is a pretty apt metaphor," Sunset said and she hopes this takes. She hopes Chaos will be able to choose something better.

She turns into a pony, hooking a leg around Loki. "I think we'll be good!" She said.

And, well, after anything Loki might say, she's gonna teleport them where they need to go.

Loki's ready to leave, but... maybe parting words are a good idea.

"Do not forget what happened. And do not try to change her gift to better suit you. Otherwise you will lose everything again. And you may not have another chance."

He nods slightly to Solar. "I'm ready."

"Thank you for the compliment," says Curufin, to the entity. "I am familiar with the ocean, and I think we are all beautiful oceans if you consider our hearts and minds. You could be one, too. Maybe you already are. We will not forget you! Perhaps we will meet again, and if we do, let us start from where we left off here. I think it is possible for us to be friends, and to form an alliance to deal with those shadow beings who are the real destroyers."

He holds up his arm and looks at his SCA, and then he looks around to see if any Voidtreckers are not wearing theirs. He knows that he can help them return to the train. He waves that arm. "Anyone missing their SCA? Come over here!" He gets ready to depart.

Edited 2021-07-25 05:07 (UTC)

I SHALL NOT FORGET THIS.

GO NOW. GO MY BEAUTIFUL OCEANS. MOLD EVERY WORLD TO YOUR HEARTS.

As Loki and Sunset teleport away the colours swirl around the voidtreckers, loss, grief and pain flood them. But so does hope.

Jin Roh's voice comes through the SCA's. "Almost there. Be ready. On my command..."

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