middleofsomewhere | Into the Unknown Part Two

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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.

"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 SHADES
They 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 LIPS
Going 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 OK
The 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 BELOVED
Talking 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.

Threaded | Flat

Layer Four

Here's a sentence you likely never expected to read: Cassie Cage has spent the last hour or so hunched over a block of cheese. She works her carving and paring knives with fury and passion, spreading soft cheese behind for coloring.

By this point, it should be vaguely apparent to those who know her that she is attempting a likeness of her fiance. It should be incredibly apparent to ALL that she is not a sculptor.

She's giving it her best shot regardless.

Eye of the Storm

Cassie has a smart remark for most occasions. This isn't one of them. She'll gather herself in a moment, ready to shield and comfort the younger or more easily panicked passengers who had nonetheless come along.

But for a moment, she'll be attempting to break the world record for the longest unbroken string of repetitions of the phrase "Aw, FUCK."

Edited 2022-08-21 19:58 (UTC)

layer one

Kaiba had prepared himself for ghosts. Disaster. Screams. But these swirling colors were definitely not expected. Everything he gravitated toward initially gave off a cool blue aura, but as time went on...the aura consumed him. His normal dark brown hair became a frosty blue as he tried to steel himself against the tide of emotional interference.

"...if I didn't have to observe what was going on, I'd want to sleep," he groused, a slight grey pallor falling over him. But the thing about grey was that it was so easy to color over.

layer four

By this time, he'd been ravaged by quite the emotional storm, but one shining thought rose above the others: his love for his husband. Kaiba retreated to the gaming car, working off his virtual projectors to create a holographic statue of...Yugi Mutou, with that playful and knowing expression on his face. All of Yugi's favorite cards were at his side, a card deck in his hand, a glowing game board behind him.

There weren't quite hearts in the display, but soft lighting and white and purple sparkles indicated that this flashy exhibition was made to be seen. His husband's kindness and brilliant mind needed to be made known.

the eye

It happened in a moment. His heart lurched, his vocal cords were frozen to prevent a scream...and the World Eaters extended their grip for a terrifying moment. He was thrown off his feet in the chaos, rolling roughly into a row of seats as the lights flickered.

Turbulence, then calm. He grunts as he pulls himself upright. "Ugh. Do you think we were structurally compromised?"

1. Layer Two

[Ryou is trying very hard to keep his mouth shut against the urge to talk. But of course, he can't do that forever, and eventually he turns to whoever's nearby and just says what's on his mind.]

I wonder why I'm so bad with girls...

[He's...not quite on the right track with that thought.]

2. Eye of the Storm

[Even with the overwhelming fear from the train, Ryou still manages to push the tugging at his mind away with a muttered "Get out of my head", not wanting anyone inviting themselves in there. For a moment, he thinks that's all, but then chaos hits, the train shaking and rattling in the storm. As the roof starts to buckle, he dives under a table, grabbing onto one of the legs like in an earthquake drill and screams at anyone nearby.]

Take cover! [He's going to stay there until the rattling stops.]

..::|| Journey Into The Unknown ||::..

Daia made his decision with zero hesitation: he was going! He has to help. He's been gone for six months, and he has to make up for everyone else having to do things with less and less of a crew. A lessening he contributed to, even if it wasn't willingly. He can't help but feel guilty. He's quick to make it back to the train and make sure he's settled as quick as he can.

|| A. Loose Lips ||
The colours were interesting, seeing everything that turned into colours he liked or didn't like. It definitely put some things that Daia never really thought about into perspective. But it's gone, and now Daia's having a hard struggle with the need to talk. To someone, to anyone.

And eventually, he just plops into the seat nearest to you. He gives a smile, as he mentally wonders for a second what he's even doing. Not that talking is weird, but he's never felt this compelled to want even a stranger's company before.

Well...

Hello, new friends. Or old. Either way.

"Hello. How are you liking the trip so far?"

Really? That's what he came up with to talk about? He feels like he could have said something better. Well, it's out now. Hopefully it's as good a place as any to start.

|| B. Confession - Closed to the males of the Train ||

What is going on? Daia feels more flustered than usual. He's pretty sure he almost told someone he likes them. Even if it's just a little. He ran away before he could say it, though. He hopes they didn't see him before he ran off. That would be even more awkward. And this is already really awkward. He's so flustered. How does he make it stop?

He's only confessed to two people before, and he remembers being very hesitant to do so again. So why...

Why does he want to tell people now? They're not even that close (....even if he would like to be).

Ugh! Why is everyone on this train so cute?!

But still, he can't resist. He approaches you, clearly fidgeting. His cheeks clearly red. He's avoiding eye contact. His heart is pounding. Can he do this? Why is he doing this?

"U-uhm... E-excuse me...?"

((OOC: Any boy who wants to be told that Daia thinks they're cute, feel free to come on by. If you've been nice to him, you get extra crush points. You might also win those points by being nice to Daia in this post. If you even give him a cookie, he'll like you. If you need any plotting to get crush points, feel free to hmu at

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..::|| Eye of the Storm ||::..

Daia wants to hide, to scream, to do something. He latches as hard as he can onto the nearest thing and prays it keeps him steady as much as possible through this whole thing. He can't help but start to cry. Is everyone on here going to die? Is this the end of everything? Did he come back after six months just for this to be the end? A water pipe nearby bursts, and he yells, shocked by the cold on top of everything else going on. He rattles to the other side of the train, unable to keep his grip on whatever-it-was from before. And he falls into you.

He clings to you now, instead, shaking like a leaf. The wetness you feel might be the water from the pipe that drenched him before, or maybe you feel the warmth of tears. But he's certain that this is absolutely terrifying, and he just wants to be safe.

Layer Two

Layer Three

Layer Four

Eye of the Storm

hard

look

knows

will

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Layer Two

[He knows something is weird, feeling the urge to just be - chatty. Okay, maybe he's chatty with certain subjects but now he feels like he just wants to ramble babble, just because. He does try to isolate himself, except that only seems to make the itch - worse.

In evidently, he finds himself going into a monologue. The Doctor starts this off by being highly confident]

I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am 903 years old - a long time ago, I stole a Type 40 Tardis and run away with my granddaughter Susan to see the universe.

I had humans travel with me, and we explored worlds, fought monsters, right-ed wrongs, and thought-out my many lives.

[The Doctor’s tone slowly becomes serious]

Then the Time War came a fight between my people and The Daleks.

[His tone changes to distress.]

I didn’t want to fight but ended up having to.I don’t know how long I fought but at one point all of space and time was going to burn. And I had to fight in the Time War. There came a point, where my choices were getting less and less. And the only choice to end The War, was –

[The Doctor inhales deeply, a clear look of pain on his face and in loud whisper]

To destroy my own planet. My own home… And I did. Both the Time Lords and Daleks burned.

[There seems to be an undertone of shame in his voice and a clear look on his face that he hates himself]

And I was the On-Coming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds, Bringer of Darkness.

[Then a short pause and continues in a worn loud whisper.]

I traveled a long time, trying to help others, proving to myself that I was The Doctor again. I met Rose Tyler and she showed me that I had become too much like a Dalek. How willing I was to kill. She made that old soldier me better, as did Jack.

[Then a brief excitement of]

I got to have a moment when I finally felt I was The Doctor again!

[Another pause and look of dread on his face]

Somehow, a fleet of Daleks got lost from the Time War and we found them… And Rose saved us all. She brought Jack alive forever, making life the last act of The Time War.

And I died, saving her. I wanted to be able to express the affection she had shown me, so I hoped that her influence would create most of the new me.

I had to prove to her and myself that I was, The Doctor.
[A big boost of enthusiasm]

And I did!
We traveled to many more worlds and times together, helping out and having fun. And seeing impossible things!
[Another pause and another look of dread. Ten continues in a whisper and looks like he’s holding back pain again.]
....

Until...

I lost her.

In another universe.

... I never got to tell her how I felt about her...Though I said it when I went into the pit with The Beast, she does know.

[A short pause and less a bit less sad]
Martha and I had adventures together too but I didn’t see her and I don’t blame her at all for wanting to walk.

[Another boost of enthusiasm]

But she was impressive! Oh yes!

The year that never happened, happened and kept the worst from happening my mates and I. They are quite a clever lot!

[The Doctor pauses and seems to be asking himself.]

I wonder if Jack changed his mind about my offer.
I don’t know why The Master had to die… Maybe this is my punishment for what I did.

[Ending with a big burst of enthusiasm and ‘lets’ go team’!]

Got to save the Earth again before ending up here and we’re all going to save the multiverse!
Does anyone have a problem with that?

Eye of The Storm

[What is this? What is this - terror? He should fend it off but he's also curious about what is trying to tug at his mind. The Doctor finds his hearts pounding in excitement, wonderment and terror.]

What was that? It's coming for us, whatever it is? Why does it want us?

[The sounds of interior popping. The Doctor dashes thought-out the carts with his sonic screwdriver in hand. A determined look on his face that The Train isn't going down if he can help it!]

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Layer 1 - Blue Priest

Rezo has only experienced voidstorms once in his time aboard the Voidtrecker Express, but he’d known from both that and word of mouth what to expect. So it isn’t a real surprise to him when people start remarking on the colors and auras, and he braces himself for his own audio hallucinations.

Except, as the morning goes on, he keeps overhearing people mention the color phenomenon and yet for him… Everything’s the same as normal.

It’s not that he wants to be hallucinating, but if he hears another remark about what color something is, he’ll… Well. There isn’t really anything he can do except stew in his own awkwardness, is there?

(Unbeknownst to Rezo, he is steadily turning a darker and darker shade of grey-blue as the morning goes on.)

Layer 2 - Library Loudmouth

Ah, socialization. Truly Rezo’s worst nemesis. In a bid to escape his suddenly chatty fellow passengers and to distract from his own alarming urge to open up, Rezo has headed to the library. Surely a book will keep him occupied, and surely nobody will be rude enough to interrupt somebody who is reading!

…Or at least, that was the plan. He’s only a few pages into a random novel when he hears somebody moving nearby, and before he knows it he’s lowered the book and opened his mouth.

“Have you read this one?” he asks. “The style is very odd.”

Layer 4 - Furor Scribendi/Furor Consuendi

It’s the second day of this very chaotic trip and Rezo has once again retreated to the library. This time he’s not trying to hide from anything however- this time he is a man on a mission. You see, Lioriley is the most wonderful, sweetest, lovable woman to exist in any world, and Rezo simply has to get down all the ways I love thee or else he feels as though he might burst from all the emotions.

So he’s claimed a table, normally meant for studying, and is trying to express his feelings through the time honored medium of the love letter. Or maybe three love letters. Or six. Or twelve. Or…

His hand is terribly stained with ink, there’s an increasingly large stack of letters piled next to him, and he shows no sign of stopping writing anytime soon.

But later, he will have stopped writing… Only to be struck with the inspiration for another project. And so Rezo is seated in one of the few free corners of the art car, surrounded by scraps of fabric, wads of cotton, yarn, boxes of buttons, spools of thread, etc. And he is hand-stitching together… something, at an almost alarming pace.

And if you’re someone who Rezo has been even remotely friendly with in the past? Prepare yourself for Rezo suddenly holding out one of his little creations in front of you. It’s probably a doll, or a stuffed animal, but it’s made from the most random assortment of fabric and lumpy body parts, so it looks vaguely reminiscent of the voidblobs some of you may remember from Ciyesia.

“Here!” he says cheerfully. “This is for you.”

Some Mild Turbulence

Rezo may not be able to see it, but he feels that chaotic nothingness prickling up his spine, and his ears ring with the sounds of the horrific chorus of the void.

And then- the thread snaps and Rezo stumbles as the train begins its violent rocketing about. Rezo swears, loud but easy to miss in the chaos, and tries his damndest to keep his balance even as it feels like everything is falling apart.

If you’re significantly smaller than Rezo you may find him suddenly grabbing and leaning over you, operating on instinct to protect from any objects that may go flying during all the shaking- let alone anything that may drop out of the ceiling once it starts buckling.

Some time later, when everything has calmed down, Rezo will be making his way through the train cars, stopping to check on each and every person he comes across. He’ll ask “Is anyone hurt?” as well as distribute blankets and towels to anyone who seems to need them.

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Layer 1-OTA

"OK, this is really trippy," Lea said. Everything in the kitchen had developed auras of color. Ingredients he liked and equipment he used frequently were covered in an overlay of warm reds and golds. Things he was less keen on were in purples and greens, and a few things he actively disliked were dull gray. And it wasn't just in the kitchen; everything in every car was like that, but in the kitchen it was more noticeable due to the sheer number and variety of objects.

"I wonder if we're all seeing the same colors for the same things?" he asked. "What color does that pot look like to you?"

Layer 3-Roxas and Xion and maybe later Vexen

Talking with Roxas and Xion- and some other people- had been easy. He did that all the time anyway. But this new urge welling up in him? This was something else. He hadn't quite know how to express all of it. Still didn't, really. But now? The urge to try anyway wouldn't be denied. "There's... something I really need to tell you guys..."

Layer 3-Taiki

And Xion and Roxas weren't the only ones he felt the need to talk to. He also sought out Taiki, because there were some things his kirin friend needed to hear. And likely a few hugs he needed to be given. Fortunately, he wasn't too hard to locate. "Taiki?", Lea said as he approached. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"

Layer 4- OTA

It felt... weirdly good to get those feelings he'd confessed out, but it wasn't quite enough. He needed to make something for his friends, for everyone, to show how much he cared. So Lea could be found in the kitchens, busily cooking. Currently he was simultaneously making a big pot of vegetable stew, while also monitoring some grilled fruit skewers. "C'mon in," he said cheerfully. "I already made some ice cream; it's in the freezer in the next car and should be all set by now, and the fruit skewers'll be done in a minute."

Eye of the Storm- OTA

That pull... Lea'd felt it before. Or something like it anyway. That stark empty terror that only some form of Nothingness could produce. But there was no time to think about that. He could freak out and be terrified later. Right now the train was in bad shape and the same was likely true for some of those aboard. They needed to act. Panic could wait.

"Everyone still in one piece?", Lea called out to anyone within hearing range as he clambered to his feet. The only light in the car was the swirling glow of the Void, but he could make out a burst pipe near the ceiling. If he could climb up on something he could probably weld it shut with his hand. But checking on people took priority.

Layer Three - OTA

If there's one thing about Ruby, it's the fact that she's certainly not shy about being affectionate. Being in Prismatica changed that for her, enjoying the idea of showing love and affection to people. However, she always reined herself in from going too far, especially after Kitty.

Except that is not the case here. Going through the Void Storm had ramped up certain things. She was being a motormouth and changing colors like crazy. And now her affections had shot up through the roof. The problem was she didn't have just one person to cling to, a person to admit something to.

Instead, she's going to everyone and hugging them from behind, uttering the same thing.

"I love you!"

Oh, Ruby...

Eye of the Storm

This... this was not real. This was not an actual thing, was it? This feeling of terror, of panic and fear. What the heck was it? As the train goes crazy from the... thing, Ruby instinctively goes for her scythe, spinning it around and slamming the blade onto the floor to brace herself before reaching out to grab someone to hold on to them.

Once the shaking stopped, Ruby only had one thing to say:

"What the heck was that?!"

layer one: colour me pretty

He finds it fascinating how objects are people are reacting to emotion: that colours can bleed in and out depending on those nearby, that the effect is intensifying. In all his necessities over the coures of the day, he hardly notices what is visible about himself to others, doesn't seem particularly perturbed.

Wei Wuxian lights up objects and people around him in colours, but his own self is increasingly, muzzily grey. Grey and white, like a bleached out ink painting left too long in the sun, with only his eyes staying as intensely dark as they always were.

"Takes on a whole new meaning about colouring someone's world," he says from where he's sitting in the dining carriage, gesturing toward a teapot he's been steeping. "It'd a good thing I'm drinking tea. If it were Emperor's Smile, it'd be too blinding to look at!"

And he laughs, while even his red ribbon tied around the knot of his half-up hair seems the dark of dried, old blood.

the fear tears through: eye of the storm

His hand darts out to take hold of someone nearby, while his mind's eye is focussed on the improbably shapes formed within the not-void, the deeper void, what the train fears. Wei Wuxian is not a stranger to fear, but he is a stranger to buckling under it in the end, and so he does not.

"Hey, this isn't the end, we'll weather this," he says, and if it's the the Voidtrecker Express or to his companion, there's no outward indication. "You're not alone."

Right in the moments before the connection snaps and they all go flying as the voidtrain spins out of control, the deep vibrations starting up as it sought to flee.

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ooc note: hit me up with a subject line of "confessions" if you want jingyi making a random confession of his feels/thoughts at your character! ... though they... probably already know.

layer four: chicken. or tofuken.

Are you vaguely friendly with Lan Jingyi? Are you on the Voidtrain during this particular expedition?

He's brought you chicken. Or tofuken, if you're vegetarian. Because that is how you show you care.

"Here. Eat this."

eye of the storm

The Voidtrecker Express shudders around them and Jingyi gasps, holding himself in place with qi and wide eyes.

"What the hells was that? Were those the shapes?"

The voidtrain isn't in a place to answer, and the vibrating doesn't resolve into the sense of speed that usually comes with its acceleration. Jingyi frowns, pulled away from his racing thoughts only to look up, the lights of the carriage flickering. The metal whines, creaks, and with a burst that leaves him covering his ears as he cries out in loudness of the sudden unexpected sound, water comes cascading down from the top of the carriage, raining over the whole of the garden carriage in an unchecked deluge.

The windows bear up in spite of the pressures, showing the voidtrain desperately aiming for where the hole through everything had been, as the void has yet to right itself, everything off.

layer two

"Hey, so...how are you? Holding up? It's getting pretty weird in here, isn't it. And did the whole world turn into a drug-induced haze for you back there?"

Jake's not really sure what to expect, as he's not super-well versed in void storms, but he's trying to hang in here. He's idly passing from car to car, even more loud and chatty than usual. Even if he doesn't know you, he'll be stopping by to check in.

layer three

"Hey, hey!" And there's a Jake swiveling to try to catch your character's...arm or appropriate appendage, if there is one. "I don't think I ever told you you were awesome."

And he's willing to say that to just about anyone. If he doesn't know them too well, he'll go off impressions. If he does know them a little better, he'll be louder. Please don't go. He needs cool friends. He's using the pleading eyes.

layer four

And then all hell breaks loose. Jake is thrown into a seat sideways from the aisle, and it takes a moment for him to recover from the whiplash. He's pale and clammy, and definitely looking a little worse for the wear.

"...yeah, okay. Definitely something big and scary wants to kill us. Worst---worst part is, probably can't reason with it." They're so up a creek, probably.

((ooc: for layer 3 especially, he is somewhat likely to be in a gushy mood for characters he knows from fiction! if your character was well known to mainstream male geeks in the US in the mid-2010s, a common sight at Comic Con and the like, he probably knows who they are. I have a permissions post related to that here, or you can leave a note opting in. It's opt-in by default, won't add this without permission.))

Edited 2022-08-22 22:00 (UTC)

I – Layer One
Idia’s actually torn between being interested in this all. The scientist in him is curious to see what is going on. The rest of him doesn’t care, however he also doesn’t want to leave his stuff on the Train only for it to head away without him. So… he’s taking part. He’s a little sad he won’t be able to see what is going on by watching the train head into the storm, but is used to that by now.

He’s less used to this whole weird color change! Well… kind of, he’s used to his hair changing color, but no one is supposed to know about that! Well… Jingyi found out, BUT STILL, Idia doesn’t want that known. So having his hair, and everything else around him changing as they go through that first layer… it’s a time for anxiety at first, until he realizes everyone was going through this.

His computer that is forever with him is now golden, it being his most prized possession, as well as his headphones around his neck; his team hoodie taking on a slightly more warmish tone, like fire or autumn leaves, a comfort he can hide within for his main issue; his pink fire hair. It’s so embarrassing! Thus the pink. The more Idia doesn’t want people to see it, hiding within his hood, the more likely it is to stay pink.

II – Layer Two
Idia had tried to hide, tried to stay away from others to get away from this layer… but that itch was impossible to ignore for too long before he has to accept this was happening.

However, it can still be under his rules. “No, no! Nothing personal! Don’t even think about it! Ask me about anything else! Tech equations! Fav band! Favorite manga! I can talk about those! Don’t you dare ask for anything else!” Let him ramble on about those! Idia still doesn’t like it, but it’s less bad than if someone tries to ask him anything he deems too personal, and really, that was a lot of things with Idia.

III – Layer Three
The thing is… Idia’s been pretty honest for the most. Since getting here he’s been told over and over again he should make friends here, that connections were important. But you know what, “I don’t care about you.” Really. Honestly.

“What’s the point in making connections? Eventually someone is going to leave, so why bother? I would add ‘or die’ to that, but the train won’t even allow us to do that.”

IV – Layer Four
Even with saying that all, even with Idia’s honesty that he doesn’t care about others, at all, he’s still making little trinkets. They’re small, made of little bits and pieces, but also personalized. And light up! Really, they basically a fancy keychain light, but with an Idia flare to it all; highly detailed painted decorations on them to represent the people he gives them to.

He doesn’t care about you, but yeah, he likes you enough to make something still. Caring and liking are two very different things.

V – Eye of the Storm
…Idia hates everything which had happened. He should had stayed behind. It was all so embarrassing.

But he doesn’t have long to dwell on that, not with that imposing, overbearing, crushing sense of fear. It’s not the first time he’s felt this, something that freezes you in your place, makes it so you can’t move, just shut down and do nothing. And right now that invite, no matter what else it may be, is better than staying in this terror. It’s how Idia finds himself staring out at that Void, but also not the Void. It so much more. His brain wants to make sense of it, to try and figure out a point of focus and break it down and work it out. But it can’t.

Is this what Overblot feels like? To be completely and totally lost within something that has the feeling of no end to it?

Not that it matters in a moment, the train thrown around and parts straining and breaking. No time to go looking at whatever was out there, they need to get through whatever was doing this to the train; Idia snapping into action, a hand going one way to use magic to shove a water pipe back closed enough to keep most of the water flowing and off the floor, his other hand lit throwing out fire around the cabin to keep it lit despite the darkness. “Watch out! Keep your head down and watch your feet!”

VI – Wildcard

Layer One
He doesn't understand fully what is going on but the colors of things around him are changing. Most of it is just washed out of all color. But every once in awhile he encounters something with far more interest. The candy he keeps in his pockets are still bright colors but almost seem to shimmer gold. The rest of the train is all shades of gray until he walks through the garden car where the plants he has grown himself stand out against everything else.

"Is this permanent or just the fact we are going through something crazy?" Does it really matter either way?

Layer Two
He doesn't immediately notice anything different. Mostly because he tends to avoid talking to very many people. So anyone who does happen to encounter him better be prepared for an unexpected mouthful.

Fear
Xue Yang doesn't believe he is afraid of anything. But he definitely is feeling something as they reach that place in the void. He won't fully admit it is fear but it is probably written across his expression.

L O O S E . L I P S (layer two)

[ Ever since he stepped into this layer, Jin Ling’s mouth had been constantly twitching.

He’s been trying his best to not say anything aloud and it’s not exactly helping his case. The harder he tried to ignore and forget about the feeling, the more the feeling bothered him. It was like trying to itch something and the itching doesn't go away.

He wonders when the train will stop its ridiculous torture of the passengers. He’s gotten so tired of it and only wants to curse it with every fiber of his being. He bit his lip briefly, clenching his jaw. Someone may see a rather conflicted teenager with flattened wolf ears and tail grumbling to himself and most of it was directed to his spiritual dog as if she can understand what he’s saying.

He hopes that talking to her might get rid of the feeling, or maybe he’ll tell someone a story or two if they get nosy enough? ]

C O N F E S S I O N S (layer three)

[ The third layer only made things worse. Jin Ling went from wanting to talk to some random person, to almost spitting out words he’d never say to someone else. It was like he's more impulsive than usual.

He’s literally avoiding every single person that he knows. At least, with strangers, he can say whatever and it doesn’t have much ground. He’s more affected by his loved ones hearing embarrassing things come out of his mouth.

Since he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, he flounders into a unsuspecting individual. ]

W I L D C A R D

[ooc: anything you like to do? Feel free to let me know or ping me on plurk: kagaminokakera or discord: Tarei#2407 ]

Edited 2022-08-23 03:21 (UTC)

Layer 1

Well, this was different. Leia was used to experiencing the Force as an infinitely complex web of glowing threads, with each person having their own unique color, texture, and vibration but only when deeply in meditation. It was quite another thing to see those colors played out in her normal vision. Or to watch them shift and change with not just her own mood, but the mood of the person she was looking at.

And that wasn't even touching on the colors that seemed to radiate from objects. Soft blues and greens for things she was fond of. Red for things she actively disliked. Dull gray for things she was indifferent to. The walls of the train itself seemed washed in soft lavender; she had mixed feeling about it, but found herself more fond than not, in spite of herself. Regardless, it was certainly making things more interesting.

Layer 2

Leia was known for her speaking ability, but she generally liked what she said to have a purpose. Now though? She found herself with an excess of words that needed an outlet, regardless of topic. Nothing was too minor or too ridiculous to warrant commentary. Like for example, when someone approached her in the library, she randomly asked them, "What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten? Not necessarily the best or the worst, but just the strangest, in your opinion."

Layer 3

Now this was a bit more difficult. Not because she had difficult verbalizing her feelings or because she was shy with her opinions- neither of which were true even under normal circumstances, as anyone who knew her was aware of-, but because there were a few people on board who she knew were going to have to hear some hard truths because of it. And she wasn't looking forward to potentially hurting them, even if it was ultimately for their benefit.

Layer 4

Leia was admittedly not the best with her hands, at least when it came to what she had to work with on the train. And relying too much on Bending felt like cheating; the need was there to set something up with her own hand for those she cared about. In the end she did use Bending for expediency when it came to the pastries, since her cooking skills weren't at all up to the task and the kitchen was fairly busy anyway, but otherwise? The tea party Leia was setting up on the end of one of the dining car's tables was all her own work. Several types of tea, small sandwiches, and a selection of pastries and fruit tarts- many of them made with fruits most of those on board wouldn't recognize- were arranged artfully on platters and there were neat place settings with teacups, saucers, plates, silverware, and napkins for a number of guests. There was even a tablecloth of sorts, though those looking for fabric in the art car would find the basic white cloth provided by the train to now be in very short supply.

"Come, have a seat," Leia said to anyone who approached. "What kind of tea would you like? Oh, and you should really try the starblossom tarts; those ones right there."

Eye of the Storm

Focus. She had to remember to focus. Block out the noise and distractions, focus on the present. On what needed to be done. She couldn't afford to lose herself in the eddies of light and emotion, music and chaos, uncertainty and possibility.

Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.

Even here, the Force was with her. Though she didn't know how long even she could stand amidst the chaos. Still, those struggling to find their feet in the midst of everything might see a translucent blue figure moving through the train, sealing broken pipes and restoring what she understood of severed wiring with a gesture and an expression of effort, a surprisingly steady figure amidst the chaos.

She would also stop to check anyone who looked to be injured or panicking. "It's alright," she said. "We'll make it through this." She would also pause from time to time, rest a hand on the wall, and say the same thing, usually while pulling some damaged equipment back together as best she could, or sealing burst piping. They couldn't have the train panicking either. Not now.

Edited 2022-08-23 06:13 (UTC)

Layers I and II

Elidibus can't hide from this voidstorm. He might have resisted it more than the average, but he couldn't resist it fully and it became more sensible not to. There was much he could talk about, interesting pieces of history, beasts and creatures he has seen. Wisdom to impart, both ancient knowledge and things he saw and thought about on the missions he has experienced, the train he's lived on for these past months.

It is all tame things, usually started by his quiet approach, sitting down and starting a quiet statement.

"Did you know...."

"One time..."

And for a time, his reserved manner lessens, he seems more invested imparting the information. For those who have never had a glimpse of it, they may see a certain level of investment in what he has to say, or who he's trying to impart it upon than was ever seen before.

It is certain that those he is only passing familiar with- maybe a name or brief chat once upon a time- would probably get something ordinary. Well, 'ordinary' might still talk about dragons arriving to his world. But not personal. Others, may be more (or less, depending on how you look at it) lucky and get something a little more personal.

Layer III.

But then there's the passage through the third layer of the storm. And that is where feelings are more involved. How Elidibus might regard this or that person he encounters. Slips of the tongue and most of them he's no less pleased to lose control and speak of than the recipient may be to have him approach and speak.

But well, there's probably going to be a few positive things said, which would not get said another time.

Still later, there is a very busy Elidibus, with busy hands. Find him in the kitchen but only briefly. The Ascian comes from a time and race that breathed concepts into being. The train has little free aether to play with and he'd hardly go so far as to commandeer truly personal possessions. But... cabin locks don't stop him. And there's plenty of sheets, sundries, random items, chairs, pillows and many, many other things that are considered fair game.

People may find presents waiting for them, crafted through creation magic and lift on their individual bed. A person Elidibus regards well, or may wish to pay back for something or another of an earlier time. Or perhaps he just had some excess crafty fix to burn.

[OOC: Feel free to put up a prompt if you like, but also I want to try something for this thread as a lot of Elidibus's responses would be specific for different types of people. If you want a tag, please reply to this thread with the following:

I will respond to the reply with a tag/info on what's found.]

1. Layer One

[Masumi is looking tense as the train enters the voidstorm, and for good reason. Her previous experiences with voidstorms were not great, whether it was being tricked into seeing her family in the void or getting drawn into a fistfight with Kaiba over Monopoly.

Thankfully, the effects seem minor so far, just shifting colours, but she's on her guard in case things get worse.

Notably, she's also colour shifting to match her tense mood, an orange wash overtaking her.]

2. Layer One, Part Two (Closed to Jolyne and Emporio)

[Spotting Jolyne at some point during the first layer, Masumi decides to go over and say hi. It can't hurt, especially since Masumi needs a distraction from her own voidstorm worries anyways.

...Notably, Jolyne turns a bright pink when Masumi looks at her. It's probably nothing...]

3. Eye of the Storm

[Masumi accepts the invitation to look, and almost immediately shock overtakes her at the sight of the hole in the void, with those shapes lurking within. Then the connection cuts, and Masumi has barely a moment to think about what she just saw before chaos hits.

Barely avoiding a burst pipe, Masumi staggers hard against a wall as the power cuts out, though it's possible to catch a look of genuine fear in her face just before it goes dark.]

Shit! [As things settle down, Masumi looks around in the dark, trying to calm down and see if anyone's hurt.]

...Everyone okay?

I - Changing Shades
There's light behind Esteban as he moves through the carriages. Sweeping on either side of him, cloaking him when he shuffles about.

The traveling is longer than he cares for, and he's pacing his patience along with his usual methods; practicing with his poi in the gym carriage, watering abandoned flowerbeds in the greenhouse. He can be coaxed to bake an apple pie if anyone asked for one, or any sort of simple food for that matter.

But sitting down and waiting is not his thing, so, he keeps busy, as the train heads off into the unknown, into the storm, and tries-- (and succeeds)-- not to think about it too deeply. The silence is still unnerving though, and he shrugs as he turns to the person by his side. Glimmers of mirth dance into his bright blue gaze as he coax them away from too deep a thought.

"I'd love it 'f we c'ld hear thunder." He pauses for a moment, glancing to the endless echoes of the outside worlds. "Real thunder. It's not a real storm 'nless it's rumblin' in y'r bones," he goes on, mindlessly stretching as he finishes his newest task.

Behind him, the form shifts and spreads, twice as wide as he is tall, before gathering softly against his back once more.

III - Loose Lips
Words come, unbidden to his lips.

Mostly, Esteban just finds it hilarious. He calls out to friends and tells them they're lovely, an easy wink and a grin darting along his words. He calls out to strangers and tells them the most mundane thing that comes to his thoughts as soon as he sees them. Anyone looking disgruntled gets him perking around them and tugging them along, an easy smile, a quip on his lips. An offer to run, to dance, to move.

"C'mon! Y'r gonna grow roots 'f you stay there!" he cheers, pulling his companion along. "What's it gonna take t' convince you?"

III - A cake for my beloved
[ooc: preferably already known CRs, but could be fun to surprise a stranger]

The ~~Weather~~ Stone Garden Carriage is occupied.

The wings sweep on either side of him, the itch growing and growing until nothing could linger in his mind and convince him that this was a bad idea. It didn't matter. No one cared. No one cared.

There's still a voice at the corner of his thoughts, a whisper, a tiny wisp clinging to the notion that he shouldn't that he musn't. But Esteban is tired of it. Tired of hiding, tired of pretending, tired of not being free. The wings sweep on either side of him and stretch, wingtips clicking ever so slightly against the glass on either side of the carriage, a canvas of leather stretched along thin bones.

He's still human, or as human as he ever was-- the wings and long, slender tail sprouting from his bare chest, horns lost into his hair. His feet are wrong, though-- misshapen and twisted, so that only his toes and the ball of his foot rests comfortably on the stone. His shoes and shirt are gone; tossed aside for convenience.

It takes him one glance to spot his new companion. And it's Esteban's grin that spills brightly across his lips, it's Esteban's eyes that narrow in unbridled happiness as he sweeps-- far too fast, clawed toes skidding on the stone ground as he calls out their name.

They have a second to brace for impact, before wings and arms and even a finned tail wrap around them in a fierce, burning hug, squeezing too tight and knocking the wind out of his friend.

IV - Wildcard
[ooc: As always, Esteban will roll with anything~ Feel free to change his original hooks/questions to something more specific if you'd like! And I'm always available to plot.]

Edited 2022-08-25 22:33 (UTC)

Layer Two

"Haaa... excuse me?" Usagi was going nuts. Going through the Void Storm was something, but for some reason this one had reached a breaking point for her as, for some odd reason, she just wanted to talk. She didn't know why, but she had the urge and it was annoying!

"If you don't mind, you think we can just spend a little bit talking? I don't know why, but I'm just so restless and I need to speak!"

Layer Three

If there was something consistent with most Usagis, it's the idea that the girl could be latched to someone already, they'd still have crushes and admiration for other people, even girls. Which is probably why she's offering hugs to everyone within arms reach, the warmth and safety offered by her Sailor Moon form aiding in the affection.

"You'll never be alone... I'm here, too, and I'll be here as long as you need it." she murmured, smiling warmly.

Layer Four - Part One

Usagi was always someone creating and tinkering, hiding in the labs and messing with her brooch. Today was something different - she had taken apart the spare brooch and was busy modifying it. Strengthening it, redesigning the outfit, everything. When Usagi was done, the brooch and outfit stood proudly on a mannequin, a mix of the old Sailor Moon uniform and Kyoko's Puella Magi outfit. A monument to the love of her life.

Layer Four - Part Two

The outfit wasn't enough. She needed more. Had to do more. Which is why Usagi, fully suited as Sailor Moon, was facing down people.

"I challenge you!" she shouted. "A duel to see who is the strongest, to prove our affections to those we love!"

Layer 1

She had come because Axel and Roxas and Taiki had. And because it was a mission. But she really had no clue what to expect....

When everything around her started turning a very familiar silvery bluish grey she started getting more and more tense, constantly checking to ensure that her hood was hiding her face. As skittish as she usually was, she was even more skittish now. And for those who manage to stay around her long enough for her colour schemes to affect what they see? All the parts of the Train were taking on that hue, but the people? Shrouded in black. Herself included. There were a very few exceptions however. Axel/Lea, Roxas, and Taiki were all lined in bright sea salt blue. Vexen, who she was still unsure about in so many ways, who she was so confused about was lined in the odd nebulous colours of Kingdom Hearts as seen from The Castle The Never Was. That blue and gold mix. Because like Kingdom Hearts she no longer knew what to think and was confused. And of course her go to for fear was... to run way, rather than to learn....

Also, for once her cat was unable to hide, as he was lined in the same blue and gold, because she had no clue what to think of the small black cat either. And now she couldn't avoid being constantly aware of it...

Layer 2
Thankfully she had been with Axel and Roxas when this one started. Talking to them was almost natural for her. If natural was a word that could be used for something like her. But this had been more... more like that potion back in Diatu. She had wound up in her room, had tried to hide, but it had gotten worse and worse. She found herself running through the Train in a blind panic, trying so hard to not speak. Not speaking was her default. But right now she didn't know which was scarier... that no one would hear her voice... or that they would.

Layer 3
This was somehow even worse, because now she went from just talking without being able to stop to telling everyone she met how terrified she was of them. How scary they were... And that just made it worse! Because they knew how to hurt her more than ever now! And if they tried to her her then either she'd have to fight back and get in trouble or she wouldn't fight back and her friends would and then they'd get in trouble!

Layer 4
At least this one was better, she could sit still. But she had to do something. She didn't know what to do but something. She could tell. She started by staring at the Wayfinder she made with Axel and Roxas and Taiki and then the next thing she knew she was focusing hard on the air above where it sat in her glove. Something still off.She reached into her other pocket and pulled out a shell. She held it up as well. And focused.

She didn't know what she was trying to do... or why. And since she was doomed to failure, she'd probably know that she was... trying to make a Keyblade for Taiki. Because he was a friend who didn't have one yet...

Or maybe she was found later, opening Dark Corridor after Dark Corridor... trying to create a bridge for the people she could have almost called friends in Diatu. Eleven because he had a name like hers had been and had been one of the first Somebodies to actually treat her like she wasn't a mistake. Webby... though mostly Webby so she could aim Webby at Esteban so both of them would leave her alone... and Noa. So she could show Noa he was wrong, that she still didn't have feelings. And also because for some reason she really wanted him to meet Taiki....

Eye of the Storm
At first the cessation is a relief. Xion sagged against the nearest wall as though she actually were a broken puppet and just tried to let her head stop spinning. Except then there was a sensation. Or was it a lack of one. Something so familiar... As soon as she caught what it was she was bolt upright again. And terrified. Perhaps more terrified than anyone on the Train has seen her since that illusion maze.

Xemnas. She knew this nothingness. Xemnas. Here. She should stand and fight, she knew she should. But even knowing that....

Xion opened a Dark Corridor, intending to find Axel and Roxas so they could stand together.

She froze just inside the corridor. For two reasons. One was that the sensation was less. The panic eased back enough that she could think clearly again. And what she thought about was the second reason.

Taiki.

If they didn't find and protect Taiki, Xemnas would take him and put an X in him. He would make him use the Keyblade in her and Roxas' place, and wouldn't care that he couldn't or didn't want to...

She had to find Taiki first, then find her friends so they could stand together and fight... right...?

But where was Taiki now? Could she follow the bond to find him? She stood there in the Dark Corridor and closed her eyes, trying to figure out if she had any clue where he was from it... He always seemed to be able to find her that way, right....?

Layer 1 - Garden Car

Okay this colour thing was kind of cool. And she was just so happy to be off the station that she just kind of loved everything she saw at the moment. So very nearly all things were lined in purple and very nearly all people were lined in gold. She loved purple and gold, after all. She'd be doing some food prep in the Garden car as usual. But not cooking. Since they were heading at a Storm, and they didn't know what to expect, she didn't want to risk a fire. So she was making salads happily. Her creature Cards that could be summoned were, and were all glowing gold as well. The Woodfolk might have been lined in green for... reasons. But still, she was glad they were there. Even if that gladness was tinged with the guilt she still felt towards them....

Layer 2 - wandering the Train, looking for people
You know, it should have been hard for Najaran to even notice this one. And to b fair it did take her a bit. In fact it took her until she recalled suit of armor and brought the two Eidolon and Gremlin and Cait Sith along with her to help her pass out bowls of salad to anyone who looked hungry. Because until then she had been chatting with her Cards and Goligan, which was typical. But now she was realizing how chatty she was being with random other people. Weird...

"Hey, so one storm we saw people who used to be on the Train who left, do you think we'll see them again this time?"

Layer 3 - Still wandering the Train

You know, she hasn't noticed this transition yet. Wanna insert quarter get the truth about what Najaran thinks about you? Step right up. Then again, if you've ever spoken to her before, then you probably already know. Najaran isn't really one to keep things to herself. She's always worn her heart on her sleeve.

Layer 4
Najaran suddenly felt the urge to talk dry up. But a new one was taking its place. Thoughts of wondering what the Storm would bring - unaware she was caught in it - faded as her eyes widened. "I KNOW HOW TO BEAT THEM!" she exclaimed.

No, no she didn't.

She sat at the first table she could find, recalled all her creatures and then spelled all her Cards from her pouch onto the table.

She had to build a deck for Zenith! Why hadn't she seen it before? Every time she was in this far over her head with a world ending disaster... Zenith showed up to try and fight her and wound up having to help! So all she had to do was build a deck strong enough that Zenith would want to show up and try to kill her! All she had to do was survive - and keep everyone else safe - long enough to aim him at the World Eaters... She was pretty sure she could do that... so long as she came up with a solution to his Flame Lord. And Juggernaut. And Tempest... Hmmm... this was going to be tricky.

After a while she scribbled out a sign that said "Building my strongest deck yet, open to ideas!" before getting back to work.

And as a side note, anyone in the Garden Car... this is the first time since the Woodfolk arrived that they'd be absent from their small patch of dirt....

Eye

From where Najaran had been building her deck two voices could be heard once everything turned to Chaos.

Goligan: "LADY NAJARAN WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!"

And of course Najaran' rejoinder of: "I DIDN'T DO THIS! I DIDN'T USE MY SPELL CARDS!!"

All prompts take place in the library
Layer 1

Clef had of course come back to help. But until he knew what he was supposed to help with, he had retired to his usual place in the library to study up on chaos magic and Storms. After all, those from Naut should have an advantage here.

He was so lost in his studying that he didn't seem to notice that the pen he always uses, the one his son made for him, was now outlined in the same colours as his usual shield, and that all of his books and notes and his staff were all lined in a rich parchment colour. As for the mage himself, he was lined in a shining bright white.

Someone's ego might be showing more obviously than usual. But of all the things lined in coulurs by the minimage, only one thing is lined in colours he associates with protection. His pen. Because that was given to him by someone he loves more than he has ever loved anyone else before. His son.

Layer 2
Woe to those who enter the library... for Clef is ready to talk through his findings. He will babble. A lot. On a very technical level. About Storms and Chaos as an element, and other elemental affinities. And any other topic that comes to mind. He really is well versed on a number of subjects....

Layer 3
With most people this one will be simple enough for Clef. He's somewhere between actively indifferent and mildly appreciate of most of the other people on the Train. There are exceptions of course. Link most of all. But also Leia, Shadow, Zelda... They might get a bit more emotion than they are used to from the miniature mage. And a lot more articulation of emotions. Of course he still isn't the best at understanding how to put his own emotions into words. Well, okay. To be fair he isn't the best at understanding emotions. Full stop.

Layer 4
He's been studying how not to lose himself in a Storm, how to reconnect with his son when Link went missing. All manner of interesting topics. And now he had a way to put them all together. A gift to make for his son. A tether so that if one of them left the Train the other would follow. Or maybe the one that remained would anchor the other. He wasn't sure yet, maybe Leia could help him figure out a safe testing environment. He'd have asked the Doctor but the poor man seems to have hit his head or something.

So anyone venturing into the library could find him creating a tether. It has a physical component as a base, though that will be gone by the final model. Until then, you might want to ignore how much it looks like a bright green and gold leash....

Or, perhaps later, he is working on something for the train as a whole. You might come in to find him tinkering with a huge machine over his head, floating under it, guiding tools to do their job like a competent version of Mickey Mouse in Yensid's hat....

Eye of the storm
Someone will be throwing a metric ton of magical energy into trying to stabilize as much of the Train as he can. And the stress of trying to do so much is finally starting to show. He is down on one knee on his rock, staff held planted in the stone before him as his shoulders shake with effort, as if what he was doing was physical rather than magical....

Layer 1:

Xie'er found it strange that so many objects and people were changing colors. Some didn't change at all, but it was more things that he was connected with. The kitchen and the gardens seemed to be full of bright colors where most places were rather mute. He found it rather strange and also noted that day by day the colors would change depending on his own moods? It didn't make sense. The pippa however stayed a bright gold no matter what mood it was. These were all things he took notes of and stored away.

Layer 2:

Xie'er wasn't one for just randomly talking or even having a long conversation. He suddenly had an urge to want to talk....and it didn't matter what it was about. He felt fine, nothing was ailing him. Why did he want to talk so much? He even tried to meditate, but that only made the itch worse. He hid in the gardens and played the pippa, singing along with it to see if that would help.

Eye of the Storm:

He didn't understand what was going on. The turblance was unsettling and what made it worse was the mixture of feelings from being scared to feeling nothing at all. This wasn't like him. He holds onto something tight as parts of the train began to fail. He wants to check and investigate, but he's rooted where he is.

Wildcard:

Feel free to write your own prompt!

Threaded | Flat

Cassie Cage | OTA

seto kaiba | orange | ota

Ryou Bakura | Blue | OTA

Daia | Orange | OTA

Hythlodaeus | Red

The Doctor | OTA : CW for genocide