After being allocated a drone and it’s attachment system, Faux finds himself guided to one of the transports for their cargo on their journey ahead. The transport is a large horned thing with an attachment strapped behind it, the designated cargo area. It seems to be a living transport. Is this a user too? Should he be asking it’s permission?
He tries speaking to it but it looks away from him. Rude. Not even a simple No. Shrugging he circles around to place the equalizer box onto the cargo area.
Then he is on the ground, Face first in a pile of dust!
The drone hangs just above the large creature having seen everything. He immediately gets up, spitting out some dirt, rubbing his back, and eyes off the large user creature.
“That wasn’t nice!”
The large user creature stares back at him, un-remorseful, and with a snort, dismisses him altogether. Faux has never met such a belligerent creature. He’s dealt with wild bits more well mannered than this thing.
“What’s his problem?”
Suspicious Activities
Going well so far. No one has questioned why he has returned back to their main HQ after so many days out scouting time distortions. Faux doesn’t eat so has no reason to entertain the idea of using his time in those areas. He does have an eye for aesthetic pieces, but he has no currency to trade with. No. He’s here for an operation. Something he’s done many times before. Smuggling contraband.
Because, well, he feels responsible, and he’s grown attached.
This current time and place is terrible for his poor rabbit. No amount of improvements on this side could help this poor thing. The conditions just aren't there anymore. He remembers what he saw, the beautiful calm, cool place. Luscious fields of green and flowers, with a slight breeze that billowed the grasses. That kinda thing just isn’t possible.
And then he had an idea. There are strange user animals within the train, a carriage of plants and flowers for it to live in. His feisty rabbit could live there.
He hasn’t donned his jacket since the user Roy had repaired him. He… doesn’t like it, but it’s the most suitable for what he needs. None of the crew have seen him in it yet, so a bump where it shouldn’t might fly past them. Always try for the easiest option first. And if all else fails, well, he’s got his invisibility. He’ll run to his cabin and keep it in there if need be.
Now, if he can get past this last lot of his crew mates...
User's Users- [For after he learns of either the unfortunate situation of time refugees and or train tethering]
It's not fair.
Having done everything he could, apparently Faux may have caused more damage than if he had done nothing at all.
It's also frustrating. Users were all around him, but they seemed as helpless as he did.
When he was far younger, what would he do when he came into such a conflict? He would ask his user... and even though he's not on any good speaking terms with him (or any terms at all given where he is and where he's been), he realizes there is another option. Take it to the user's users.
These 'deities' to his confused understanding seemed to represent the users of this system. So, maybe they would have some idea of how to guide him best. He doesn't know what their 'real world' is like, maybe they simply don't know how bad things are for their people and creatures here in their system. All of the users in his own were ignorant too after all, until they saw it with their own eyes.
The interior of the temple itself isn't that dissimilar to an I/O tower from back home. Unsure if this would work at all, Faux feels he has no choice but to give it a try.
And you might just find a strange looking sight of a glowing lined crew mate holding up a equally glowing disk awkwardly above his head inside the temple, with a green rabbit at his feet.
[Wildcard- Maybe you've noticed a distinct animal-centric vibe to all these prompts and want something different. Go for it.]
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After being allocated a drone and it’s attachment system, Faux finds himself guided to one of the transports for their cargo on their journey ahead. The transport is a large horned thing with an attachment strapped behind it, the designated cargo area. It seems to be a living transport. Is this a user too? Should he be asking it’s permission?
He tries speaking to it but it looks away from him. Rude. Not even a simple No. Shrugging he circles around to place the equalizer box onto the cargo area.
Then he is on the ground, Face first in a pile of dust!
The drone hangs just above the large creature having seen everything. He immediately gets up, spitting out some dirt, rubbing his back, and eyes off the large user creature.
“That wasn’t nice!”
The large user creature stares back at him, un-remorseful, and with a snort, dismisses him altogether. Faux has never met such a belligerent creature. He’s dealt with wild bits more well mannered than this thing.
“What’s his problem?”
Suspicious Activities
Going well so far. No one has questioned why he has returned back to their main HQ after so many days out scouting time distortions. Faux doesn’t eat so has no reason to entertain the idea of using his time in those areas. He does have an eye for aesthetic pieces, but he has no currency to trade with. No. He’s here for an operation. Something he’s done many times before. Smuggling contraband.
Because, well, he feels responsible, and he’s grown attached.
This current time and place is terrible for his poor rabbit. No amount of improvements on this side could help this poor thing. The conditions just aren't there anymore. He remembers what he saw, the beautiful calm, cool place. Luscious fields of green and flowers, with a slight breeze that billowed the grasses. That kinda thing just isn’t possible.
And then he had an idea. There are strange user animals within the train, a carriage of plants and flowers for it to live in. His feisty rabbit could live there.
He hasn’t donned his jacket since the user Roy had repaired him. He… doesn’t like it, but it’s the most suitable for what he needs. None of the crew have seen him in it yet, so a bump where it shouldn’t might fly past them. Always try for the easiest option first. And if all else fails, well, he’s got his invisibility. He’ll run to his cabin and keep it in there if need be.
Now, if he can get past this last lot of his crew mates...
User's Users- [For after he learns of either the unfortunate situation of time refugees and or train tethering]
It's not fair.
Having done everything he could, apparently Faux may have caused more damage than if he had done nothing at all.
It's also frustrating. Users were all around him, but they seemed as helpless as he did.
When he was far younger, what would he do when he came into such a conflict? He would ask his user... and even though he's not on any good speaking terms with him (or any terms at all given where he is and where he's been), he realizes there is another option. Take it to the user's users.
These 'deities' to his confused understanding seemed to represent the users of this system. So, maybe they would have some idea of how to guide him best. He doesn't know what their 'real world' is like, maybe they simply don't know how bad things are for their people and creatures here in their system. All of the users in his own were ignorant too after all, until they saw it with their own eyes.
The interior of the temple itself isn't that dissimilar to an I/O tower from back home. Unsure if this would work at all, Faux feels he has no choice but to give it a try.
And you might just find a strange looking sight of a glowing lined crew mate holding up a equally glowing disk awkwardly above his head inside the temple, with a green rabbit at his feet.
[Wildcard- Maybe you've noticed a distinct animal-centric vibe to all these prompts and want something different. Go for it.]