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Fissures of Time: Start

"Good Morning Voidtreckers, today is day eight of the month of Poi."
The voice echoes through the train as passengers wake up in their beds. Not long afterwards their SCA’s glow with the colour of the void and a holographic image appears...

FISSURES OF TIME: START

... BASE CAMP

THE VOIDTRECKER EXPRESS LANDS CLOSE TO A GIANT OF A FORTRESS SAT ATOP A HILL, A RIVER BORDERING THE WAY TO A NEARBY TOWN. 'Please head to the location marked on your map,' the Voidtrecker Express speaks through the intercoms before opening the doors out.

Passing the threashold, Voidtreckers are welcomed to a mild heat, accompanied by a passing spring breeze; the grass underfoot is a healthy wheat-yellow, with a few unfamiliar flowers dotted about. Checking their maps, they'll see they're at the very far southwest, and their their destination is the fortress - or temple - a small walk from way they are. They'll know they're heading the right direction when two figures dressed in their own military gear meet them halfway, neither human.

'Voidtreckers?' One greets with a nod, then jerks their head to the fortress. 'Follow us. We'll tell you and give you what you need; get you ready for the week you're in for.'

Voidtreckers that follow are led into spacious halls, a Grecian-like architecture with columns carved into flowering patterns, statues of idols lining the walls. There's a faint murmur of activity, but they don't see too many people before they're led into a nearby room filled with containers that close in the space. Even as they enter, a holographic map floats visibly mid-air like the one on their SCAs.

The two people go to either side of it, and it's the one from earlier that speaks again.

'This is Kolokifi's domain- most of it, anyway. Down here where we are is Eilifi's land. Another god, but a history lesson isn't what you need unless you ask for it. All up this way-' the person makes a circular motion in front of the map, leaving a visible mark on it. '--is where time distortions will be happening. The easy explan' of them is that points in the past get pulled into the present - echoes of them. Fragments, moments - Time here got well and screwed up, and tries to bring up points in the past to the present.

'Now, some have a problem with getting rid of the slips of the people that come through, so I'm going to get into that now. Thing is, if they can stick around? They will, but most of them can't. All of this is just Time trying to make a copy of the past appear, so thinking you can leave the distortions alone make everyone whole? Isn't going to work as well as you think. It just makes more problems, and that isn't pretty.' They snort. 'They're gonna fight and sound like people 'cause they are - real unfortunate, unlucky sods. If you're gonna have problems with it, don't deal with them. Leave 'em to whoever with you can, or send a signal for us on the maps. Double tap the area and then get out. There's no point gettin' trauma on top of what's already on your plate.'

Finally they nod to the various containers around.

'But don't worry, it isn't all sad shit. You've got fields to deal with too, open spaces. Boring work, but it's what we're here for. So if you're going, let's get you ready. And you come back here when you need anything.'

GEARING UP. They go through the different roles required, what's best to be done, what does what. They'll be shown how to work an equaliser, how to fit and wear the eye and earpieces - with other designs available if needed - to use the remote-controlled scouting drones.

Take the time to open up an equaliser box yourself, try to work a scouting drone. There are also medical kits, with boxes containing herbal medicine 'blessed by the Spring god here - make sure you can take it,' the Ministry worker helping them warns. There's devices in all of the kits, small scanners to double-check that a medicine won't react poorly to whatever it scans. Similar technology to what the SCAs use, but more advanced.

There's no rush to leave, and the group will also be shown where some spare carts and animals for pulling are outside, for packing up supplies on.

STAYING BACK. But people don't need to go. They can stay with the Voidtrecker Express, use a few facilities in the Ministry base, or wander the immediate area, so long as they don't go beyond the river that down the hill the fortress sits on. There's the train itself that people can stick to, take pillows and their blankets outside to enjoy the fresh air.

Or you could be coming back this way during the mission. The Ministry base has a kitchen free to use, water, and every day fresh fruit and vegetables come in carts from the same figure, flour and oats. If someone wants, they can take some of the food, or use it to make supplies for the Voidtreckers to receive if they come back this way, or other missionaries.

How they spend their time is up to them.

... KOLOKIFI'S DOMAIN

FOR A WEEK, VOIDTRECKERS WILL BECOME FAMILIAR WITH THE SAME TORN, SCARRED LAND. Despite the skies being a clearer silver-grey nearer to the Ministry base, it keeps close to a blood-red as Voidtreckers wander its terrain. Heat clings to them in the dry air, the dirt as parched as the scenery leaves the eyes.

Those with scouting droners would do well to getting used to their new toys while they travel, watching out for what lies ahead. Though just from looking at it, there's nothing but the same drained landscape. Those who can fly may be tempted to do so, to get ahead. Those with superspeed, what's the point of hanging around? But eventually, everyone will learn what happens if you simply wander around here...

WHAT ONCE WAS. Sometimes, the time distortions are innocuous - a glimpse into peaceful times, a view of the world as it once was. A step, one single move forward into a time distortion, and the world around you changes. Gone is the suffering heat and chalky environment, and the world blossoms. Wild yellow-grass sways every-which way, the sky sits with fluffy clouds against and blushed pink than the blood-red.

You can move around, explore for a little while, but up until a point, the world just stops: you run, you fly, you walk, but it makes no difference.

...It also means you can't leave. Well, good thing your SCA still works to ask for help.

These time distortions will be the simplest to deal with, only occupied by a few wild animals, maybe fish in a stream. A good place to practice with the equaliser, and to watch as the scenery fades to the stark reality of the present day.

UNEARTHED WAR. But then, peace isn't what led this land into the state it is. The skies are a lavender and red, and sometimes:

Mother Nature

'Who goes there!'

'You're no warrior of Kolokifi! Come quietly under her mercy, or suffer her judgment!'

( MOD NOTE: Play these scenarios to whatever degree you like; people can be knocked unconscious or situations can't be helped. Choose what is best for yourself or your character. )

IDYLLIC LIFE. Except, it's not a battlefield that is the hardest to deal with. There are the instances of peace, but when it comes with those more aware than just the flowers or animals - but with people.

Sometimes, they might be moved around: a pair on a picnic, or people with tents by a lake, enjoying themselves. Or, you might get asked what you're up to, asked to join them. Perhaps it's a merchant going to the next town. 'Kolokifi may be a blessed God, but you know Silifi's fields bring their best this time of year.'

They may disappear, without knowing what you were doing - or realise something is wrong, just towards the end. Steel your heart.

The hardest are the towns, sections of them, and moving around them, trying to find the best place to set up.

But if an equaliser goes off too early, doesn't get set in the best place (was it because the best place was in a river? Where a house is, with nowhere to set the equaliser?), then fractions of this settlement will start to disappear - and the civillians will notice, and the panic will be quick.

If it becomes too tough, remember: A marker can be set on the maps and a call made for another group - non-Voidtreckers - to do the job.

HEAVY HEARTS IN REST. There will be enough for four separate camps to be set out from the supplies, the tents wide and spacious to put in simple bedding for the stragglers from the time distortions that do make it out.

It's here where they should be brought. Calm them down, reassure them, until you can find someone to take them to the Ministry base. This will be some work, depending on how panicked they are, distrustful. The less care and stealth used when setting Equalisers and getting rid of time distortions, the less reason these people will have to care about what the Voidtreckers have to offer - and they're already scared.

Kids, adults, the elderly - they'll try to make their escape, and sometimes end up in new distortions.

Voidtreckers will need to coordinate well with the different camps, with where their people are going. There's only so many Equalisers, and it is good to keep moving around.

And very likely, this will be a mission heavier on the heart than the body. Speak with one another, share in the weight of this world's tragedy.

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Reminder of goals: Red Team is to deal with the heavier war-time distortions, keeping Orange people setting Equalisers safe, who will also use scouting drones + other methods to locate distortions. Purple Team aids in the smaller, more scattered distortions (includes 'idyllic' distortions), and helping Blue locate misplaced people, keeping them safe. Blue also protects and moves the camps.

NPC fighters: Their skills vary, depending on what you want to come up against. But they have guns, swords, shielding; nature can be particularly vengeful, and even typhoons might be deployed. People will be rewound from where they're going to where they were; and warriors sometimes have their own quick means of healing.

Play with whatever obstacles you want! As ever you don't have to stick to the prompts we write, this is a setting where a lot of wildness can happen so feel free to write your own distortions to take down! Also, again: For anything traumatic, you can have your characters miss anything too distressing for them. There are a lot of time distortions in very ordinary settings.

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Blue Team:

You're dealing with a misplaced person, and how agreeable are they? Did they run off on foot? Or use the cart animal in the night? Now you're looking for them - and either with or without them, you've ended up in a time distortion.
The camp's moving, and you're setting up for the first time, packing away for the second. Are you used to the heat? The repetition?
You've got food from the train to work with for meals, but the Ministry has packed everyone a mix too. Some ration foods that you add water to, but also an orso-like pasta and types of chicken breast (at least, it tastes like chicken), cooking sauces, pita breads. Does your character know how to cook?
You just want a change of scenery, and someone in the camp is going to one of the time distortions. Maybe you go along, just to bring out some food, or just out of curiosisty.
There's nothing stopping you from using a scouting drone - actually, being in one place makes it easy. You can speak to people through the drone. How much can you help from afar?

Orange Team:

It's your job to set up Equalisers. How confusing are they to you? Do you get unlucky? Does it jam at a bad time?
You have to set up an Equaliser in a settlement. And if it wasn't bad enough, there's nowhere good to put them except in someone's backyard/right in front of a shop stall. These people aren't pleased. They're going to get suspicious!
This distortion is too big for the amount of Equalisers you and the other person have with you. Do you realise this? Even when it's a peaceful distortion, this can be tricky - you have to pack one up and move it! Or the worst happens when you set them off, and only erase half the place - and people notice.

Red Team:

Fire burns around you as war rages. The equalisers need to be set but to get them in place the fires need put out. Tricky when there are a whole bunch of soldiers currently lighting them.
Red's job is to deal with the obstacles of the more physical-demanding distortions, but that doesn't mean they're easy to find. You end up in scenic landscapes - and you're not the person with an equaliser.
Sometimes - or most of the time - the fighters are not match for your strength. But sometimes, these warriors have skills that can manage to get you defenceless, maybe even nullify your powers.
Do you care about murder? Sometimes, it's simple self-defence - they're attacking first. But not everyone in a war time distortion is an attacker - sometimes they're normal civillians caught up in the chaos. Maybe they even help you, take your side - and you know they're soon going to disappear.
Even Red Team needs a break now and then. Wandering around at random just drops you into distortions that you can find a way to deal with. Or are you seeing what you can do? Maybe there's more that can be done than just waiting on Orange Team.
But even so, there are camps moving around - you should head back to one. Or will you risk sleeping out where a distortion might hit?

Purple Team:

Whilst helping in a town based distortion so thing goes wrong. The market has vanished and people have noticed. Specifically these angry traders, heading towards your team with the intent to stop them in their tracks.
People aren't the only problem. A distortion has spooked a heard of animals and they are stampeding. This makes it very difficult to place Equalisers.
You stumble upon a couple of chatty locals in this distortion. The equalisers still need to be set without causing suspicion so someone needs to be a distraction. How do you make small talk with people you are about to erase from time?
Often it is the terrain that makes things difficult. Clear trees or rockfalls or find a route across a difficult river.

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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.]

Unfortunately for Faux, Leia had seen- and done- her own fair share of contraband smuggling over the years, and thus recognized the just slightly too casual demeanor. That, plus the fact that she noticed the lump under his jacket moving slightly in a way that wasn't consistent with the way a part of a person's body would kind of gave it away, at least to her.

"And what exactly have you got there?", she asked as he tried to slip past her.

So close!

Having not formally planned out exactly what to do in such a moment, Faux questions if he could actually lie to a user directly when he's put on the spot.

Swinging around enough not to let the lump be visible, he slaps on a pleasant smile, and turns to see one of his crew mates who he thinks is Leia seeing through his intentions. He could still play this right though, he has to try.

"Haven't you ever seen a jacket before? I don't wear it often." Well, at least not for the past 11 days, if he rounds the cycles off in user time.

Technically that's not a lie.

"Oh I've seen jackets before," Leia said as she approached. "But they don't usually come with moving lumps in them, at least not lumps that don't look like part of the wearer's body. Additionally, I'm more familiar than one might expect with how someone looks when they're trying to smuggle something under their clothes, and you fit the bill."

"The question is what and why? I hope it's nothing belonging to the Ministry; we only recently started working with them and stealing from them on our first joint mission would make pretty much the opposite of a good impression."

How would she even know? Has she seen the state of their crew?...

Okay. Admittedly, this wasn't his finest plan. In hindsight, perhaps he should have gone the more blindingly obvious route, and brought along a whole crate, to explain away instead.

"The only thing I would potentially," sticking his finger up, "and hypothetically speaking, steal for those grumpy looking ministry types, is that drone they loaned me."

He starts to walk back a bit, pinging the name before remembering users and their systems can't do that, "NR-etyr34-800. Nice personality, very easy to work with. Doesn't much like being bossed around though, so that might not work out if I decided to go and steal them for their users and all. And well, I'm not one to prevent a program," of sorts, "from fulfilling their directive."

Another step back, "And whats a scouting drone with nothing to scout? Kinda cramped too."

And another, "Can you imagine me trying to smuggle one of those in?" A genuine chuckles does escape him at the thought.

Again, none of this is technically lying.

Leia'd indeed seen the state of their crew. A ragtag bunch of misfits if ever there was one, but they were united in purpose and the same sort of community that had formed in Nautilus.

She smiled slightly at the mention of the drone's name. "I've known a few droids like that myself," she said. "It's good that he was given to someone so considerate." She was sure there'd be other missions down the line where a scout drone would be of use, but she was now reasonably sure that that wasn't what he was hiding, so it was something of a moot point. "And believe it or not, I can easily imagine it, but that's neither here nor there at the moment."

"Though I don't bite, you know," she added at how he kept backing away. "And I've got no intention of 'turning you in' to the ministry or local authorities either if that's what you're worried about. I just wanted to know what you have there, and why you feel you need to smuggle it aboard rather than being more open about it. You'll find we're a fairly understanding bunch."

The mention of programs had all but confirmed her suspicions regarding who this man might be, but asking him about that could wait. At least til she could find out what he was trying to bring aboard.

His footsteps stop.

Oh. Well, okay. Somehow his deflecting ramblings have ended up improving his standing with his crew mate. Droid is a new term he hasn't heard yet. Perhaps a system specific variety from Leia's home?

It's not exactly Faux's fault he's got doubts about this group. He's only been here, what, a bit over a week by user time. Lots of mixed messages. Lots of confusingly written pamphlets. And now there's these ministry guys in the mix.

Tossing around his options, he admits that what she says seems reasonable enough. Still... last person who showed this amount of speech-craft ended up taking over his home. Among other things.

What really matters overall is the well-being of this time-refugee rabbit. That's the mission.

Any decision he intended to make is annulled, as his feisty rabbit's green ears poke obviously from out of the neckline of his jacket, spoiling the entire operation. Letting out an audible sigh, he pulls at one of the lapels to uncover the head of the rabbit.

"Yota said it was a rabbit. It was kinda my fault this one got out with us from a distortion. Tripped over it and we both came out." He looks down at it's too small eyes, "It's not doing too well in the heat, as its not suited to this environment."

"I asked around... but, apparently they haven't seen one in a long time, so nobody knows what to do about them." Nor care, "It needs help, so I thought the train might be more suitable for it's needs."

A suspicious look is drawn Leia's way, still unsure if she won't try something. Shrugging, "And I wasn't entirely sure if we were allowed non-crew onboard." And he wasn't going to take No for an answer.

And that's it, the ball's in her court now.

Her smile broadened slightly at the little rabbit-creature's ears poking out. It was a surprisingly wholesome reason to be trying to smuggle something aboard, but fit with the Clu she knew from Nautilus. Though there was a hint of sadness in the smile too. Knowing what she did about the fate of everyone who'd been pulled through time, as well as the realities of Void travel, meant that the program would be unlikely to be able to keep his new pet for very long, one way or another.

"You can certainly bring him aboard while we're here," Leia said. "I don't know about official Ministry policy on the matter, but I doubt any of the crew would object to a visitor, small and furry or otherwise. But unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to bring the little one with you when we left."

"Not because anyone would object to his presence," she quickly assured him, "but because of how Void travel works. Animals like pets or livestock need to be tethered just like sentient beings to be able to travel in a Voidcraft; those on board now were either tethered along with their owners when they arrived or purchased from the onboard shop and tethered that way. But we have no way of tethering this little one, so I'm afraid he'd have to be left behind."

Tethers? Clearly he has missed some critical information. And it's his own fault.

"I see..." Faux doesn't doubt Leia's information, she's been on the train longer than he has.

Has... he doomed this poor creature? He looks down at Ram. Yes, he was foolish enough to name the rabbit. Faux couldn't keep calling it 'the rabbit'. Even more terrible is the fact he had named it, Ram. Poor choice in hindsight.

"Is there any way to convince the train to allow Ram to be tethered?" doubt audible, expectant of the answer with renewed contempt for the train, though determined enough to ask. Ram can't speak for itself after all.

The little creature was likely doomed either way. But she certainly had no objections to trying to make its remaining life comfortable.

"I'm honestly not sure," Leia said. "Even with the Ministry's information, there's a great deal we don't know the specifics of when it comes to the tethering process. It may not be able to tether anyone or anything on request like that even if it wanted to; we know that it can't summon certain people here at the request of the crew, but whether that's a limitation on tethering or on summoning... hmm..."

She considered a moment. "You could certainly ask, though you may not get a direct answer. The train doesn't have conversations with us that often, as it apparently takes a great deal of processing power to carry on a whole crew's worth of conversations and field so many questions. Still, it may be worth trying; do you know how to submit questions or feedback to the train?"

"Yeah. Had a few words before," and those were definitely not ones to convince a program to give you a hand on something later on. Now resigned, he can read the notes between the lines, "I know how this goes."

He doubts he'll get anything from the train. The same train that hides behind it's functions and excuses. He's a program, he knows when one is giving them the roundabout. 'Processing power' his code...

Well, he supposes he'll give it a shot. Not that he expects it to work. Something is better than nothing, right?

Leia gave a wry smile at the tone. "And not all of them fit for polite company by the sound of it," she said. "You wouldn't be the first to have... mixed feelings about our host in this world. While most agree that its intentions are generally good, its methods can leave a lot to be desired at times."

"I don't know if there's anything the train can do for your little friend, aside from providing food and shelter while we're here. But whatever eventually happens, right now? You're doing everything right and doing your best to help him. I've found that if your instinct in a situation is to be kind, it's usually one you want to listen to."

"And frankly, I'd be more surprised if you didn't want to try and help him, given what I know about you. Or rather, a version of you. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're a version of Clu, aren't you?"

Nodding at what Leia had to say, "I suppose I could leave Ram there until I can figure things out." That's the uncertain part. Then a sudden a cringe is drawn from him at the memory of that flower in the time distortion, and with a mumble, "The flowers might not have a great survival chance, though." Hopefully Ram's appetite won't be too large, because Faux isn't taking no for an answer.

Then the entire game changes.

His shock is immediate, and he catches himself from staring at the user.

Okay, Leia seems to know more about him than she had let on, or she presumes she does. He doesn't like it. Not having expected this in the slightest, his first instinct is withdrawing back to a health level of suspicion.

A long moment hangs, and he considers whether to answer at all. However, that would be rude to a user, and it would do nothing since they share the same close spaces.

With a smile, "The name's on the roster. It's a simple matter of deduction. I don't go by it anymore though." It's just another bad reminder this Train seems to love to rub in his circuits.

He then gives his chin a rub, "You have me in a bad position, but I'm also curious. If you do know a me from somewhere else." Is he really sure that Leia has met him before? "Cause I learned very fast, versions of me don't tend to stick around very long." With odds lower than even surviving this train journey.

"There are a few things you may want to put some sort of barrier around, but yes, I imagine there might be a bit of replanting needed after he gets through," Leia said. If need be, she'd point out a few plants that were only meant to be decorative and may not be safe for him to eat.

She couldn't really blame him for being shocked at her question though, but nodded. "I do," she said. "Except the version I knew had yellow circuits, not light-blue. We were both brought to another dimensional hub known as Nautilus, and ended up working together as part of the Task Force there; basically the closest thing Nautilus had to a government or security force. He was our intel man, and a very good one too, even if his information collecting bordered on the mildly disturbing at times. And as I recall, he was actually in Nautilus longer than I was, though that was as much by chance as anything else."

"Here and now though, I think a proper introduction is in order after springing that on you. I'm Leia Organa; good to meet you. And since you don't go by Clu, what name do you prefer I call you?"

Yellow circuits? Could be another him. The Clu he had come to know in the Free Grid still had his yellow circuits. It could have been a version of his brother, too... He clips that thought immediately. Faux cannot see him of all programs actively pursuing intel. Using it, yeah, going after it himself. Nope. He leaves that to everyone else.

It's funny though that another him ended up working for security of all things. Enough that a slight smile raises upon his lips. "Mildly disturbing, huh?" More like mildly interesting.

Okay, Leia may require a closer eye on her for the future, but for now Faux is satisfied with the explanation, and help for Ram.

"The names, Faux." He supposes he should give her something in exchange, "And, I've personally only ever met one version of myself before. Spoke to him only 9 user days ago before ending up here..." It sounds as unbelievable to him as it is. He'd never thought anything like this would be happening to him waking up that milicycle. He wonders if he's even been missed back there. Maybe Clu might, but the rest?

Looking back down at Ram, now getting a little squirmy in his jacket. "I think it best I get Ram inside before he thinks he can eat his way out of my jacket. It's a wonder he's kept this quiet for this long. He's the more feisty one of the two that came out."

Interesting was a god word for it too, especially if it wasn't you he was hoarding information on. But at the moment, that was neither here nor there.

"Faux then," she said. "And while I can't say I've ever met another version of myself, I do know quite a bit about a few of them thanks to the particular quirks of Nautilus." And by 'quirks' she means reality storms that occasionally turned her into another version of herself for a week.

"Probably yes." She smiled at the squirmy rabbit creature and started back toward the train, trusting that Faux would join her. "Though if two came out, where's the other one?"

As Leia walks ahead in the direction of the train, Faux follows suit, keeping up with his larger gait. As he does it's clear that Ram has had enough. Leia seems vauge with her mentions of this Nautilus place, but Ram's squirming stills him from his thoughts. It had been a wonder that Ram's patience had lasted this long, given its disposition. The coolness of his shell probably was a contributing factor into settling it.

Tucking the rabbit away, he lets Leia in with all he knows. "Yota had the other last I knew. We found them together. I trusted him with the less aggressive one." Given his size it only seemed fair. Hopefully the user-cat was treating his assigned rabbit well.

Leia nodded. "Well at least it's being taken care of then," she said. "Hopefully he doesn't turn out to be a handful; you can't always judge an animal's personality based in an initial impression, especially if they've just been through a shock." Or a person's, for that matter.

That does make sense. Judging a program from initial impressions is the same. "Apart from one abnormally large and antagonistic rabbit, when we encountered them, the rest kept to themselves amongst the vegetation." That's the baseline, but who knows if that would keep true with the change of environment.

His rabbit still seems just as feisty... would the other rabbit bounce back at Yota though? "I'll make sure to check up on Yota and the other then." That's the best he could do for now.

Looks like he has a lot to learn about user-creatures.

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Fissures of Time: Start

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Suspicious Activities

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