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middleofsomewhere2022-10-17 04:55 am
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Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour:Conclusion
Music plays, voices sing, barriers form, attacks spring from every direction as the voidtreckers make their final stand against the tendrils of the Void.
Voices of defiance rise up. Despite the despair projecting into them, they will not give up, they will not give in and fade from this void. Their words join their attacks as their blasts are concentrated towards the large creature made of void.
The world explodes, colours blinding them for a moment and it feels they are falling, but not down. Not to that endless nothing that lies off the platform, but up, through the void.
They are still connected and they can draw strength from each other as they tumble, through and through before landing with a crash.
A Heroes Return The train returns them to the Voidbase, it is not a very long journey. The train is very cramped, the Voidtreckers, the Voidtreckers of old, brought through to the present and the scientists who act now as medics and try and encourage everyone to rest.
They don't push too hard, they have known the Voidtreckers for a few months now, they know how stubborn they are.
They enter the voidbase, waiting as usual until it is safe to open the doors. More scientists are waiting there, the atmosphere one of excitement and awe. Anan paces worriedly and the moment the doors open she rushes over, Chiff beeping anxiously as they check among the Voidtreckers, not bothering to hide the worry on their face.
The head scientist Till is there as well and she draws everyone's attention for a moment.
"Congratulations Voidtreckers and our greatest thanks. I know you must be exhausted and that... something happened there at the end." She doesn't seem like she knows what that is, but she is assuming it was bad. "The mission was a success, the void rift has been closed, the paradox has been repaired and the shapes imprisoned on Chaos' world. We have scientists there to ascertain they cannot escape and to aid Chaos in any way they need." Her voice was slightly wry, it seemed Chaos had been very... vocal with their demands.
"Voidtrecker Express." Her eyes move, from the people to the train itself. "On behalf of the ministry. We are deeply sorry for all that you have gone through. We remember now. Your service to the void has been ever strong." Near the doors of the train stood the Voidtreckers of old, looking confused still and exhausted.
"We encourage you all to rest, if anyone needs medical aid please report to the infirmary. If anyone needs to keep busy we are expecting a large influx of refugees, from those who were not on system #1015 when it was destroyed."
Those who had once been wiped out by time itself, written back into the void. "There are many rooms to prepare."
Work to Be Done No one is forced to work. But for those who need to do something there is a lot of work to be done in the civilian quarters, rooms to be prepared, beds to be made, clothes and food to be ready to be distributed.
Ministry workers have been sent out to gather anyone registered to system #1015 who now found themselves with no where to go. The offer was given to them as it was to those of Osiga, they could be tethered to this base. Some would be tethered and go off travelling again, others remained, seeking comfort with others.
There is other work as well, for those wanting to stay in the scientist quarter of the void base. Now that the immediate problems of world eating shapes has been dealt with the scientists are working round the clock to figure out how to finally free the new Voidtreckers from their service to the train. Anyone who wishes to help with the experiments can do.
Of course for those that do not wish to work there are all the usual enemities of the Void Base to enjoy.
A Feast
A few days after their return it is announced there will be a feast day, for the whole void base. The suggestion came from the previous Voidtreckers and those of system #1015. A wish to thank those who had saved them, to mourn their loss and look to the future.
The base is a flurry of preparation. Truthfully there are a number of feasts, the void base had no space large enough to hold everyone on it. But the Voidtreckers are invited to feast with the ministry, the scientists and the previous Voidtreckers.
It is an occasion of both sadness and joy, music plays and those guests who had talent (and some who didn't) were encouraged to play or sing. Stories were told, the food was plentiful and the drink similarly so- there were even fancy non alcoholic drinks for the children and non-drinkers, with flavours that exploded in the mouth.
A time to celebrate and remember. A time to dance, sing, tell a story of heroics or just sit quietly with friends and be glad that they had survived.
Voices of defiance rise up. Despite the despair projecting into them, they will not give up, they will not give in and fade from this void. Their words join their attacks as their blasts are concentrated towards the large creature made of void.
The world explodes, colours blinding them for a moment and it feels they are falling, but not down. Not to that endless nothing that lies off the platform, but up, through the void.
They are still connected and they can draw strength from each other as they tumble, through and through before landing with a crash.
A BATTLE WON
Once More for Old Time Sake
It is probably a familiar feeling, as their senses come back to them. The whole train, crammed and sprawled in the luggage carriage, a tangle of limbs.
Injured perhaps but all accounted for, even if it might take a little while to ascertain that in the chaos. Over the speakers comes a very familiar voice, that of the Voidtrecker Express.
Thank you, my Voidtreckers.
A Heroes Return The train returns them to the Voidbase, it is not a very long journey. The train is very cramped, the Voidtreckers, the Voidtreckers of old, brought through to the present and the scientists who act now as medics and try and encourage everyone to rest.
They don't push too hard, they have known the Voidtreckers for a few months now, they know how stubborn they are.
They enter the voidbase, waiting as usual until it is safe to open the doors. More scientists are waiting there, the atmosphere one of excitement and awe. Anan paces worriedly and the moment the doors open she rushes over, Chiff beeping anxiously as they check among the Voidtreckers, not bothering to hide the worry on their face.
The head scientist Till is there as well and she draws everyone's attention for a moment.
"Congratulations Voidtreckers and our greatest thanks. I know you must be exhausted and that... something happened there at the end." She doesn't seem like she knows what that is, but she is assuming it was bad. "The mission was a success, the void rift has been closed, the paradox has been repaired and the shapes imprisoned on Chaos' world. We have scientists there to ascertain they cannot escape and to aid Chaos in any way they need." Her voice was slightly wry, it seemed Chaos had been very... vocal with their demands.
"Voidtrecker Express." Her eyes move, from the people to the train itself. "On behalf of the ministry. We are deeply sorry for all that you have gone through. We remember now. Your service to the void has been ever strong." Near the doors of the train stood the Voidtreckers of old, looking confused still and exhausted.
"We encourage you all to rest, if anyone needs medical aid please report to the infirmary. If anyone needs to keep busy we are expecting a large influx of refugees, from those who were not on system #1015 when it was destroyed."
Those who had once been wiped out by time itself, written back into the void. "There are many rooms to prepare."
Work to Be Done No one is forced to work. But for those who need to do something there is a lot of work to be done in the civilian quarters, rooms to be prepared, beds to be made, clothes and food to be ready to be distributed.Ministry workers have been sent out to gather anyone registered to system #1015 who now found themselves with no where to go. The offer was given to them as it was to those of Osiga, they could be tethered to this base. Some would be tethered and go off travelling again, others remained, seeking comfort with others.
There is other work as well, for those wanting to stay in the scientist quarter of the void base. Now that the immediate problems of world eating shapes has been dealt with the scientists are working round the clock to figure out how to finally free the new Voidtreckers from their service to the train. Anyone who wishes to help with the experiments can do.
Of course for those that do not wish to work there are all the usual enemities of the Void Base to enjoy.
A Feast
A few days after their return it is announced there will be a feast day, for the whole void base. The suggestion came from the previous Voidtreckers and those of system #1015. A wish to thank those who had saved them, to mourn their loss and look to the future.
The base is a flurry of preparation. Truthfully there are a number of feasts, the void base had no space large enough to hold everyone on it. But the Voidtreckers are invited to feast with the ministry, the scientists and the previous Voidtreckers.
It is an occasion of both sadness and joy, music plays and those guests who had talent (and some who didn't) were encouraged to play or sing. Stories were told, the food was plentiful and the drink similarly so- there were even fancy non alcoholic drinks for the children and non-drinkers, with flavours that exploded in the mouth.
A time to celebrate and remember. A time to dance, sing, tell a story of heroics or just sit quietly with friends and be glad that they had survived.
Idia Shroud | Orange Team | OTA
Yup, and all too familiar feeling of an emergency transport and dumped them all into one space. Idia really hasn’t missed this…
It however takes a moment for it all to register to him, his computer still beeping away like crazy as if to warn him as he waves a hand to make it shut up. Then realized. Oh gods… Out. He wants out. Let him out. OMG what had he done?!
“Fffuuuuccckkkkk!” Untangling himself a still orange-flamed Idia goes racing out of the luggage carriage and sprinting down the hallways, needing to get away and hide as his wail echoes down the hall. Why had he done that?! Why did he have to show everybody his hair like this! He’s already a freak as it is, he doesn’t need everyone to know this was a thing too. Aaaahhhhhh!
II – A Heroes Return
After all of this, it’s going to be near impossible for anyone to get Idia out of hiding in his hoodie, the hood fully pulled up and covering as much of himself as possible. Ughhh, why had he done that? He had been so caught up in the moment and just… let loose. It did feel kinda great, but still, not worth it for what everyone had seen! During that welcome he tries to stay hidden as much as a six foot teen with blue fire hair can, more towards the back of the group of Treckers getting off the train, and smooshed close to a wall, almost as if trying to blend into it.
Eventually he will shuffle himself off the train, wanting to go hide in one of the rooms on the Base, but making himself consider heading to get checked up as well. He’s got a few aches and pains, even with all those healing abilities thrown around. But on top of that… he wants to take some serious time to check his blot levels. He had just had access to a mass amount of mana, more than his body is used to having, he would need a quiet place with some tools to make sure his levels are fine. They should be… but just in case.
Don’t need a second boss battle after that… Plus… some of those hits look like they would land hard. He doesn’t want them aimed at him.
III – A Feast
Ever the wallflower, Idia stays off to the side when he does pop in to the celebration. Really, he’s mostly there to get something to eat and vanish again, unless someone stops him and drags him along to stay there. Still staying hidden within his hoodie, he will pick at food here and there, never quite eating enough to be consider a meal, and just trying to stay out of everyone’s way.
IV – Wildcard
III – A Feast
"Hey kid. You did real good out there."
Just figured it deserved being said. He wishes that Kyoko could have been out there fighting too, but they did what they could.
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It had all been... so frantic, Idia hadn't really had time to think. Keeping track of everyone in a video game raid was so much easier! A real life battle? There was far too much going on. Idia was really able to keep track of himself and a few others, trying to limit what the enemy was doing so not to focus on others who had the power to stop it, but he also has no full clue on what everyone else was doing.
All he knows is a lot of powers and magic got thrown out during it all.
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He's blunt because he sees how negative Idia is, but realistically knows (considering how he acts) how difficult convincing someone that's used to doing things wrong that they did something right.
"Anyway, since we still exist for the moment you should think about what to do with yourself. You're in a spot where you can make what you want happen."
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Then a long, drawn out, 'ehhhhhh' of a sigh. "I just wish I hadn't lost my cool..." It was bad enough Jingyi had known about it, but Idia had wanted to keep it quiet. No one had needed to know that. He was already a freak for having freaking blue fire hair, but it was worse that said fire hair could change colors.
Then to frown at that follow up comment, "What you mean?"
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There was so much shit going on? Who could even tell. A change of hair color hadn't been that big a deal.
"You got it done. That's the important part."
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...but he can't stay. Because in reality, he doesn't. It's just the illusion of it. He still has responsibilities. Responsibilities that only he can do.
Plus he needs Ortho. Idia misses Ortho so much.
Oh Fates... there is no fighting you. "...I have to go back." He doesn't sound happy about it, but accepting of it.
As for his hair change, "...yeah, I hope no one else noticed either." Some did. Some made it very clear they had...
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"Universe was about to be destroyed. If someone gives a damn that's more a them problem than a you problem."
If someone perfectly kept their cool in that situation without the slightest amount of stress? Then either they're psychos or desensitized to a level that straight up shouldn't exist and they need to seek help for.
But all that aside. "At least you got time to go get ready. Don't chicken out of the plannin' opportunity 'cause of embarrassment. You'll regret it later."
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Was there any point in doing anything before he went back? It wouldn't matter, he would have to leave it all behind anyway, wouldn't he? The whole 'making happy memories' was bullshit. Though... as least he won't be forgotten here, right? Everyone will remember him once he's gone.
Idia's not sure how he feels about that.
"I... guess." He finally gets out, though the doubt is very clear in his tone. Honestly, to him, all it will do is make him more sad once he's trapped back in his fate again, remembering what he had to leave behind.
Ehh, he doesn't want to think about it, "What are you going to do then?" He's thinking more before their time here was up, not realizing he may be on a touchy topic for Yondu with his situation. Or caring. Let's face it, Idia's really not the most sensitive when it comes to talking to others about their issues.
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"I don't know. I figure I'll keep travellin' if I can. See if I can get out there an' make a new crew. I cain't imagine bein' bound to a place- but I have met people I'd follow into the mouth of hell."
Then he admits. "If I can get Soldat or Raven or Kyoko back, I gotta try."
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In fact... "If you manage it... and can go to other worlds, drop by." Then realizing... hm. "Eh, or maybe not. I won't really be around to find anyway." Then realizing how that sound. "I-I-I d-didn't mean it like that! I-I mean, ah, well, ah," Eh, who cared at this point. "I... I gotta go back to somewhere no one can find. M-My home, it's hidden in my world. I-I-I got a family requirement to go back to." There always had to be a Shroud to watch over the Underworld, and Idia was the only one left who could. This idea, the chance to see people he met here again, to maybe be able to go with them for a bit of time, bring Ortho this time... he really can't.
He has to stay put. "B-but if you manage it, I'll keep an eye out for signs of it."
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He remembers Idia's dorm, and sidling around unseen. He doesn't know if he'd be back in school- he hopes that he is. He's kind of surprised at the stuttering because... well, is he really? Maybe the kid just needed someone to come by and care whether he lived or died. And Yondu, much to his surprise, is at a point in his life that he does. He wants this kid to live, even if living 'well' isn't always an option you can get blessed with.
"By the way, she bought one of them dancin' games? What with the feet to step on? Since we're gonna be leavin', and it got left behind, I think she'd want you to have it. So no matter where you end up you got somethin' to test your stamina and timin', right?"
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Idia's excitement over that possibilities wavers for a moment, realizing the chances of that happening are practically zero. With all these universes, all these different times, even if they found Twisted Wonderland it didn't mean they would find 'him'. They may come across Sebek's version of the world, or Ruggie's, if any of them at all. But maybe... just maybe... could he work out a way to make a beacon? Something to call to them? He's been exposed to a lot of new technology since coming here, taking as many notes as he can. He may not be able to leave, but he could draw them to him...
Then brought back to the moment as Yondu continues, trying to figure out what he meant, and, "Oh, DDR?" A pause, "What, really?" Then a 'pfft', "That thing is so ancient. It's totally defunct now." Grinning away with a slight edge to his smile as he mocked it. But... that smile slipping away, "...I'd like that."
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Ancient, defunct. He remembers how Peter was delighted by things that took ten to twenty years to get out there in space. Technology on Earth was progressing at an unholy rate- everything he had was caked by nostalgia. The way Idia says it-?
Well, Yondu's at least figured out that Idia is prone to his own brand of nostalgia. He probably would appreciate it in the same way Peter appreciated any of his Earth tech.
"I'll trust ya to have everything in hand. I seen you do it enough here."
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And even now Idia was quietly trying to work out this project, how he would even start sorting out a beacon, how to be able to track this all. Hmmm, in fact, "Ah... can you come with me? Now? Back to the train?" Was that asking too much? He's not sure, but... he can't think of a better way to at least start this idea off than this.
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"Yeah I'd come with ya."
He's only speaking to a few people, just in case he doesn't see them again. Good-byes of sort. If Idia wants to show him something, he has the time. It might be his last chance.
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"I was trying to figure out a way to create a beacon to work with the technology of this world or something you would be familiar with, then I realize I'm thinking about it the wrong way around." Idia's demeanor completely changes once he starts talking about a project, confident in his own abilities and how they would work. This was his area of expertise, no one came close to him, and he knows it. Well, maybe a few from this all, but he's planning to learn from everything he's seen here and find how to replicate it himself. And improve on it.
"What I need to do is make a beacon from my technology for you to keep before I go," Then a huff of annoyance. "I don't have any points left to buy anything, even if we could now, but I do have the stuff I've already made. I'll just have to take my broomstick apart." Which... "I would rather not, but once I'm back home I won't need it anyway. Plus I got all the plans, I could rebuild it if I want. And make it better, since I would have access to proper tools once I'm home." There's barely a pause as he continues. "I can use the gem within it and turn that into a signal, make a way to amplify it, and even program a system that would require a password that would tell you if you were meeting me again or if it's another version of myself from Sebek or Ruggie's form of Twisted Wonderland."
"I'll set up a password that I from whatever version you get to could answer, and one that only I can based on stuff that happened here on the train." Idia doesn't think he's overlooked anything, and even if he does, he'll cover enough bases to make it work. It would be a messy and simple build with what he has to work with, but it would do the job.
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Once More, With Feeling
So when she pops back into the right dimension, she's ready to go with a full-on case of the zoomies. She reappears outside the luggage car, where her partner is still stuck inside - oof, that looks terrible - and someone else is rapidly sprinting away. A single command pops into her head: follow him!
She turns and takes off in a flat sprint after Idia, keeping pace fairly well and yowling all the way. She can only keep for so long! Slow down!
flipped heads for tackle! (it'll be super effective)
At least he's stopped swearing, for the most. Instead just a low, constant, 'eeeeeeeehhhhhhh' of a whine getting out from between his teeth.
GET WRECKED, BEANPOLE
So she bunches her legs under her, leaps, and barrels square into Idia's back, right between his shoulder blades, in an attempt to send him sprawling. Stay put, nerd! Her partner wants to talk to you!
Ignore the cracking sounds, he's fine... really...
"Ugghhhhhh." Ow... that hurt. Just... leave him here for a bit, ok? Idia letting out a long sigh as his head drops into his hands. His computer for its part had been keeping up with his sprint, zooming along behind him, but it too comes to a stop once it's owner hit the ground, bobbing gently in the air above them.
Eventually, "...Athena?" Idia does now remember that meowing following him, so who else would it be? But still, "...that was mean." His voice low and soft, muffled by his hands as his orange flamed hair flicks around him, but doesn't seem to spark up at what just happened. Seems he's accepted his fate.
it's called tough love
Idia speaks up, and she purrs and reaches out a paw, patting the back of his head now that she knows it's hair and not actual fire. There there, nerd. She'll let him up when her partner gets here.
Speaking of which, it doesn't take long for Wash to make his way out of the luggage car and to where Idia is laid out. He takes his helmet off, attaching it to the maglock on his hip, and looks down. "I said follow him, Athena."
She just meows. He was getting out of range and this was faster!
He sighs - he can't exactly argue - and bends over, offering a hand to Idia. "C'mon, let's go upstairs." They're close enough to the triage car to get some privacy upstairs, if Idia wants to get away from people.
Athena's not hopping off Idia's back until it seems like he's not going to run, however. The mighty hunter has caught her nerdy quarry, and she's not about to let him scarper again.
it's called a broken back
All Washington gets at first is another 'ugghhhh' from Idia, seeming like he's either unwilling, or unable to get up. Having a cat on his back may have something to do with that. Also landing face first on the ground. After a few moments thought, "I'm fine..."
It sounds like he's confirming he's ok, but Idia continues, "I'm fine. It's fine. It's fine. I'm cool. I'm fine." It becoming clear this wasn't being said to Washington or Athena, but was a mantra Idia had as he smoothed a hand up over his hair, the orange changing into blue with the motion and traveling down the rest of it until it's back to it's normal color.
Still on the ground though. Since Athena is still there. "...can I get up, Athena?" Please let him go.
eh, walk it off
Wash raises an eyebrow but says nothing as the mantra continues. The color change hadn't been too weird - he's been hanging around with Vegeta long enough to know that some people just do that around here - but the swearing and sprinting was definitely cause for concern, and this...well, he can recognize coping strategies for panic attacks when he sees them. He certainly has a few of his own.
Athena tackling Idia and keeping him in full view of everyone passing by probably hasn't helped with any of this, huh.
She meows when addressed - fine, but only if you behave! - and hops off. Wash watches her stand aside, then turns his attention back to Idia, hand still offered. "Seriously, let's get you upstairs. I don't think anyone else is up there."
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But he also doesn't want Athena to attack him again. It's not like he can fight back! She's a cat! He wouldn't dare.
Tilting his head enough to look at that hand, Idia debates if to take the offer or not. He... really doesn't want to, also doesn't fully trust it 100%. It's not a case of not trusting Washington, it's a case of not trusting anyone. But... ehhh, yeah, sure, fine, this time, Idia taking it as he managed to get his legs back under him. "Yeah, I guess." Hmmm, "I should check some stuff." A wave of his hand to his computer to unmute it again, only for it to start beeping away again at him. "Shut up, it's a soft limiter, not the main one, I'm fine." But... still worth checking on some stuff...