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middleofsomewhere2022-08-20 08:40 pm
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2022-08-20 08:40 pm
Into the Unknown Part Two
On day twenty-five of the month of Symphony, everyone is gathered together, at least everyone who follows the request for a meeting to be held.
One of the head scientists - named Till - stands before the group, a look of excitement on their face.
The scientists stick around to reassure people and help them make their decisions. Those going to investigate are told to report to their craft in the morning.
One of the head scientists - named Till - stands before the group, a look of excitement on their face.
"We have found something, an anomaly in the void. We are not sure what it is exactly, but there is a lot of activity coming from its coordinates. More penitently, initial investigations have picked up readings that are constant with a void storm.
I believe from your own reports you have experienced void storms before, and you know they can be dangerous, but always fleeting, never lasting more than a few days. However, this storm seems to be static. It has not moved or changed since we first detected it.
We understand there may be people who do not want to venture into this storm, and we understand. The loops we have added to your tethers will allow you to stay on the base long enough for those investigating to return. You may experience some discomfort and disorientation during the time your craft is away, but it should only be mild and temporary.
For those investigating, we know little of what you will face. Every storm is different, and this one is already stranger than anything we have come across before."
The scientists stick around to reassure people and help them make their decisions. Those going to investigate are told to report to their craft in the morning.
INTO THE UNKNOWN: PART 2
SYMPHONY 26-29 ~ OOC POST ~ QUESTIONS ~ FIRST PART
JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN
Those willing to go will leave on the Voidtrecker Express first thing the next day, with only warnings and well-wishes to be careful to go with them. There is an estimate for how long it'll take them to reach the anomaly, about half a day's travel by the train's clock, give or take. But there's no telling the true time it'll take, nor the effects of the void that will be waiting for them. Keeping away from the windows or putting up blinds is advised as a precaution, just in case, and to monitor each other's health.
"Warning: Approaching Voidstorm, please take precautions." The train warns as they arrive on the edges, all the usual train precautions have been taken, the lab cart has been shut down, the ovens in the kitchen are disconnected. The train begins to shake as it enters the first layer.
LAYER ONE: CHANGING SHADESThey first experience changes by sight - literally. Around them, objects start emitting an aura that's unique to each passenger, colouring it to match their mood towards that particular thing. Coffee machines? Amazing, paint that gold. A boring book? Ugh, the entire thing is turning grey.
It's a small effect at the start, yet objects aren't the only things being affected - so are the people on board. Their own moods are changing their hair colour, eyes, and skin, shifting more rapidly than the furniture's paint job. And as time goes on, passengers will be able to affect one another's colouration and aura, giving away how they may feel about that person at that moment, if their feelings are strong enough. Never noticed how fondly one feels about you? Now you do.
LAYER TWO: LOOSE LIPSGoing into the next layer, there's an itch that starts to gnaw at everyone - an itch to talk. To friends, to strangers, to anyone; you have a need to chatter, and it has to get out. Attempting to isolate yourself only makes the need worse, and you won't be able to sleep it away. It doesn't matter if you don't know what to talk about - you'll find something.
A good chat will subdue the need for a while, but it will eventually return. So while listening to others talk might help keep it at bay, it won't forever.
LAYER THREE: CONFESSION - I THINK YOU'RE OKThe changes become stronger, and with them the urges. Passengers will feel compelled to tell those they know their feelings for them, whether it's as simple as finding them okay, to having stronger inclinations of friendship, dislike, or even love.
These urges can be held back on for a time, but it's easy for it to slip out; and many may still be suffering from the previous layer, where they get the sudden need to talk.
LAYER FOUR: A CAKE FOR MY BELOVEDTalking is simply not good enough in this layer: actions speak louder than words. You want to create ways of expressing your desires, regardless of how creative you actually are. Building a shrine to your loved ones, challenging rivals to duels. You can't stay idle, and your hands and brain need to be at work! What can you manage on this train?
EYE OF THE STORM
Finally, all of it stops. The colours, the emotions, the compulsion of dramatics; their minds go from being caught in the storm to completely calm (or, as calm as they ever are). It is much like waking from a dream, or going from one very noisy overwhelming place to complete silence.
A second passes, and then another, and then... there's a feeling. Fear, terror - even those who normally have no ability to feel the emotions of others can feel it, emanating from the train itself.
With it comes an invitation. Hard to describe, but a tugging at their mind. They can push it away no problem, but if they accept...
They are looking out. The familiar colours of the Void are all around them, but they can't turn to look. Ahead is a hole where space should be, nothingness curving and spiralling out from a point deep within that wound in reality, tearing and tugging at the unfortunate observer. The chaotic nimbus at the edge of their vision spins inwards to meet it, and vanishes at the edge of the hole. A void within the Void. And within that terrifying chaotic darkness there are shapes.
The train rocks as energy rushes past it, tossing the craft from side to side. It spins, lurching out of control, the connection snapping as everyone is thrown back into their own awareness as the train starts vibrating to at full speed.
But the tell-tale signs of movement isn't there, and a creaking of metal can be heard. The train shakes more as the view outside the windows shows them inching forward towards where the hole had been, and parts of the roof start to bend inward, water pipes burst and the electricity fails in multiple carriages.
Until there's a rush, a shaking and twisting, and the void flashes violently in the windows. The ever distant choral singing becomes a roar as a kaleidoscope of colours fills the interior of the train itself.
Then there is stillness. It calms, and there is no storm, no terrifying darkness. Just the void, as it ever is, ever changing.
OOC NOTES
NOTES: They will be in the storm for three days, each layer takes about half a day.
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Seto smiles as he watches the two of them, humming a soft noise of agreement. All right. He's fine with being the second favorite right now. He listens patiently to Esteban's description of his grandfather and immediately decides: hey, that's not so bad. Might be fun, actually.
"I still love flying," he insists. "I think I could brave the dark, if he'd let me. You just...have to trust that you won't be dropped to your death, and I think I'm a little better at extending trust than I used to be."
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Um, how to go about this?
Another breath gets him started, and he very, very deliberately adds "well, Melchor w'ld keep in mind that y' don't have wings." It's... a start, at least. Poor little Snapper is almost abandoned when Esteban is so focused on not saying anything dumb. Or at least not saying anything too dumb.
"He'd be safe. You'd be safe with him." At least there's that. And he really does not want Seto to grow mistrustful about this, truly. But...
"I never told you how dragons teach their hooklings t' fly, did I?" he asks, but he already knows the answer to that. Just by the way the conversation has built up to this point, he knows that. Well. Now's his chance?
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"...no, but. You can tell me. I don't exactly have a solid parenting experience to compare to here."
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"So, um." Okay, first steps. "In my world, there's a legend. That dragons hatched from the first moon." He pauses, and the smile that perches on his lips is easier at least, joy returning, seeing as he's far more comfortable with this bit.
"It's act'ally my fav'rite story." A full grin, and little skritches under Snapper's chin accompanies his words. "Melchor used t' tell me that they heard a song, and they woke up, an' the egg cracked down th' middle, an' out they fell, wings stretchin', sky an' wind their only companions. The shell cracked an' shattered an' scattered, racin' 'cross the night sky t' become the pinprick of stars, an' they fell, eyes full of the moon an' night an' stars. They were born in the sky 'cause they belonged in the sky."
Confidence grows with his comfort. Words he'd repeated a hundred times, and had heard uttered a thousand more. A shard that, in Esteban's eyes, means far more than the simple words he shares.
"'Cause, you see, the first lesson of flyin', is learnin' how to fall."
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Or try to. His eyebrows shoot up. "...not even baby birds get kicked out of the nest immediately. It's a good thing?"
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Were the first dragons babies? Melchor had never indicated it. Esteban had always assumed that they, like the other races, had been created fully-formed. It makes him wonder, for a moment, before he shakes his head.
"Nah, First generations 're created, more th'n born." That was true for all the races in Esteban's world at least. "An' Dragons 're born wing-less. First stage is hatchling, an' there's only lil' stumps on the back. Completely defenseless-- never ever 'pproach a hatchling. The parents wouldn't be far, an' they are not." His grim-faced warning gives away to his smile again, as Esteban shrugs.
"But y' sh'ldn't worry 'bout that." And anyways, he was getting distracted on a tangent that had nothing to do with Seto's worried statement.
"Dragons, Elves, Gnomes, Humans, Dwarves; all the first-generations of every race were born fully-formed. Didn't have parents, see? It'd've been a mess otherwise." He shrugs an easy shoulder. "Most of the first generations're dead by now though. It's been a few thousand years." And, no matter how slow the clock turned onto immortal races... changes came. Whether they wanted them, or not.
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"Springing into the world as full adults...that's strange to think about," Seto admits, though honestly? He didn't have much of a childhood, so that would almost apply to him. Almost.
"Where I'm from, it's...hazier. Everyone is born and goes through infancy and childhood stages, but we evolved slowly from the simplest of life forms over millions of years. From small amoeba to smaller animals, to larger animals...and eventually humans. We don't have elders like that."
He sighs softly. "But it's good that you have such an interesting family. And a colorful story."
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"Evolution, right? Nia's told me 'bout it!" He mentions easily. At least he's not completely clueless! There's a definite gleam of interest as he ponders this, though he's not entirely sure of how he could describe this to someone else. The strangeness of imagining a world that had started so vastly differently than his own.
"That's why she has fuzzy ears on top of her head!" Or at least, how Esteban understood she has fuzzy ears-- as they were descended from cats? There's a glance at Seto and a stumble of words as Esteban realizes that his friend might have the answer, and since they're on the subject--
"Are Vampires descended from cats too then?" he wonders, curiously. "Since Daia has the same ears?" There's a marked interest in his question, seeing as he had not understood Daia's reference to his race. There had been a piece missing.
Some races, like Glimmer's, he had an inkling to before asking. Some, like the odd wide-eyed scientist that talked even faster than he did, were beyond Esteban's wildest comprehension. But Daia and Nia had remarkably similar features, and it would make sense that they would have some similar origins, if their worlds worked in the same way.
The grin on Esteban's lips does not bode well.
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---and then he lets out a startled laugh. Vampire...cats? He's heard legends about vampire bats, but Esteban's reasoning is sound, considering the baseline.
"I don't know," is Seto's honest answer. "In my world, vampires were legends. Stories told to scare children at night. If you wandered in the dark in an abandoned castle, they'd drain your blood, supposedly."
He gladly pets Snapper, making sure she's nice and snuggled in. "But Daia's always been friendly and kind. And...mm, I can see why you'd relate him to a cat. But on my world, vampires were usually associated with bats."
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Seto's laughter snatches at him. He turns, blinking wide startled eyes at his friend, not quite baffled to hear the sound but-- he hadn't expected it. He hadn't expected it, but it sinks into him, this curt laughter that had come unbidden, sinks and warms him. Like he'd caught a sunlit butterfly in his ribs.
It's hard not to share this kind of warmth, the same kind of vertigo that follows Esteban when he's soaring. His lopsided smile is toothy, pride puffing up his chest and cheering him as he grins in return, and for how brief the moment is, Esteban knows it'll stay with him for a long, long time still.
He hardly minds the mention of Vampires and blood, though the notion that they are meant to scare-- a raised eyebrow denotes his suspicion over the claim while Seto speaks, smile ever-present, but it's going to take him a while to lose it today. Esteban's too pleased to let his joy slip from his grasp anytime soon.
"Y'r scary stories c'ld use a better role model." Esteban teases lightly. Sorry, Daia. Esteban's potential to be scared of him had plummeted since the moment he'd chosen to put him in his hoodie.
Snickers escape him even as he tries to understand what Seto is explaining to him, grin unable to fade. For how grim their conversation had started, the lightness and brightness that his friend has given him since is going to keep him going for a while, able to share in the joy and laughter that he's found here.
"Y've got shapeshifters in y'r world too?" He asks eagerly instead. "Dragons 're the most common ones in my world, an' they're actually really rare!" Don't let Esteban be the basis of comparison, he absolutely does not count. Oh! But now that he thinks about it--
"Y've got stories to scare children?" Curiosity makes the tip of his tail twitch in anticipation, and his wings rustle softly behind his back, a sort of rolling motion darting through them both, as if he'd just readjusted them to stand straighter. The shift to his head is the only open question-- and Esteban himself isn't quite sure where he wants to start with that.