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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.
Thanatos | Red | OTA
Luggage Car
The first thing Thanatos does is shove off the obnoxiously loud mortal off his already injured wings. Mort is tucked close against him, and he crawls into Thanatos's hood to promptly fall asleep. The next thing Thanatos does is shift out of the luggage car and eat a senzu bean. His wings heal almost instantly, and while he's now physically healed, Thanatos still has a headache and light sensitivity from the whole ordeal. He puts his wings away and waits by the luggage car for people to filter out and assist with healing if necessary.Void Base
Thanatos wastes little time to go to the simulation room to lose himself in a vast night sky. It still doesn't compare from drawing strength from a real night sky, but it's the best he can get. He's curled up in a corner and appears asleep even though he's awake. Mort is still a sleepy lump of a bean mouse against him. Thanatos also has a note on the door saying that he needs darkness and quiet and to please avoid angering Mort if he wants them to leave. (Mort might have given Wash a pass after the battle, but he still hates the "stupid false Athena.")He plans to stay in the simulation as long as possible. He's not so interested in feasts or parties.
Wildcard: Choose Your Own Adventure
[[ OOC: Got an idea? Write up a starter or plot something out. Feel free to contact me by journal DM,Void Base + semi wildcardish aka feed the Mort
He also knows Thanatos really doesn't eat, but he knows Mort likes to, even if Mort didn't need to either. So Idia's collected a few small things, having spotted earlier in the day that note on the simulator door to know where they were. He hesitates at first, wondering if he would be annoying them both... but pushing through that doubt, his hooded head sticking in through the door to double check they were both in there. Even under the hood there was still that blue glow, which the dark simulation did nothing to help hide. Great, now he's a walking torch.
"Ah... Thanatos? I, ah... I-I-I though Mort might like food?" Instantly sounding doubtful about doing this.
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"He probably would. Mort?"
The small lump of a bean mouse shuffles to alertness. Mort's nose wiggles at the scent of food. He doesn't need to eat, but like his new mobility and being able to make his own friends, Mort finds that he likes it. A lot. He's sure Thanatos would too, but he's still too concerned about back home to let himself enjoy the treats so freely given now. Is it a guilt thing? It seems like it is even though none of it is Thanatos's fault.
He squeaks and nods his head. Food offerings are good!
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His current thing he's stuck on now is where to put the plate. Should he hold it up for Mort, or just put it on the floor. Holding it up is more or less stuffing it in Thanatos' face too, which seems rude, so on the floor it is, he crouching down near them to put it down. Oh, and since he thinks Mort likes them, searching through his pocket to add one of his last skull lollipops to it. Maybe Idia should had rationed them out better, but he loved them too much. Plus, it's been kinda stressful of late. Candy was a good reliever for that.
However, he's not only concerned over Mort, a moment of silence before finally getting out, "Are you ok, Thanatos? You landed pretty hard." But he was a god, right? He should be fine. But still...
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"... I'm fine. I took one of the healing beans once we returned to the train. It's just my senses from all the commotion which needs to recover now." Thanatos is making himself rest from his sensory overload and social overload, which Idia can probably relate with. He's normally connected to all life, pulled towards them at their moment of death. However, connected in the way he had been with during the battle is something else. For someone who is the incarnate of death, it's jarring to feel a power go through him that is not him.
However, being here at the station and all this technology has also given Thanatos an idea, and the one who could probably do it is right here, right now.
"Idia, are you able to take something written and make a digital copy with your computer?" Idia has talked about the Underworld needing to "digitize" their records, so maybe that ability is present with him now.... Well, not for the Underworld's records, but his own.
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Also, yeah, yeah, what whole connection thing had been weird... kinda cool, but mostly weird. It was almost a little cruel, it had been such a mana buff to Idia, only to not have a chance at it again. He can only imagine what he could do if he had that much mana normally... maybe magic would actually be useful in a real world application.
Idia lets one of his arm rest over his knees from where he's squatted down next to Thanato, resting his elbow on his other arm, his chin in his hand, "Hm? Yeah, of course I can." Duh. "What you wanting it for? For me to keep a copy?" Did he need that? Oh, or, "Or do you want a digital device to take back?" Because that... that would be more difficult. "If so... I would have to make up one for you, but also a power pack, but also a way to power it without electricity... or... make a way for you to make electricity..." That would be a challenge. Hmmm... "Would mean some sort of generator and battery... But one simple enough to be easy to use, but durable enough to not need much maintenance..." He's mostly muttering to himself right now, trying to piece it together in his head how to do this.
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"... I suppose if you are interested in my records, you could make another copy for yourself." Would that take more time? Thanatos isn't sure. "However, I don't know how they would be of any use to you unless you intend to stay here."
He could be wrong, but from what he was able to learn from Idia, the similarities of their worlds seem to be in name only... or what Idia adamantly believes. After seeing Idia's hair turn the color it did, Thanatos is only more sure there is a connection beyond names.
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Still, "Totally possible to do." In fact, "Once you're feeling better let me know, I'll be in the Lab on the train anyway." Before to that other point, Idia quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands before giving a shake of his head. "I-I-I have to go back. At least for Ortho." He needs his brother.
But, "Oh, but, ah, but Yondu said he's going to try and find us, to find a way to go to other worlds." And, well... that gives Idia some hope. He doesn't want to leave the train, but... he has to. But if those who he's come to like here could come to his world... "M-M-Maybe he can find your world too."
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"We both have reasons we cannot stay on the train, and if someone tries to search for my world... Well, I'll still be around by the time someone does." He's not mortal. He's Death Incarnate. Unless there is no life left on his world, he'll have a reason for existing. "Yondu has those to find first, and I have a world to set right before I can think of doing anything else."
Also, he still needs to deal with the mess he, Zagreus, and Persephone caused in the Underworld. Mort squeaks something, and Thanatos frowns. "No, I do not recommend trying to run into Lord Hades's ankles. Besides, your chariot will likely stop working if we bring it."
Mort, Mort please don't attack Lord Hades....
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Void Base
"Yo. Got somethin' for ya. You been helpin' us out, wanted to make sure it was square."
And he offers out the towelled object. Should he open it? It'll be a lovely purple-red watermelon-sized fruit. It is a pomegranate the size of a fucking watermelon. He's not been astute enough to figure out the depth of importance of the fruit? But there you go, Than. A little payback.
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Mort wakes up enough to crawl over, flop atop the large pomegranate, and resume being a lump of bean mouse.
"This is... I've never seen anything like it." Thanatos looks at Yondu. "Did you create this?"
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"I was real lucky to get crewed up with y'all. Hated that we never had a choice, but you was solid support for ever'body. If all ya ever asked for was a fruit? It was the least I could get for ya."
He comes closer and claps Than's shoulder companionably. He's kind of bad about intruding on personal space that way, but confined quarters for the bulk of his life have warped him on that sometimes.
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"Considering I could have been contained on a train with a bunch of mortals who hate me and want to lock me up further... I think I am the lucky one. All things considered." And Yondu taught Thanatos a little about lockpicking. That is something he appreciates more than Yondu possibly understands.
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He does notice that dusting of gold. He assumes things worked out, then? Well, he doesn't press it.
"They ever suppose to lock ya up again, you run fastern' they can catch ya. You fight like it won't be worth takin' ya. And I'd be sayin' that even if you weren't as important as ya are."
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Though he doesn't realize it now, it's part of the reason Thanatos does not choose the option to go back in time. Doing so would trap Thanatos in a world where he cannot be anything more than Death Incarnate, where nothing changes. He choses to go home with time having passed because he's going to fight... even if it's hard and people have suffered. There has to be something better for all of them.
"I expect you to fight too. There people who need you." Thanatos looks down at the pomegranate with Mort flopped atop it. "And for reasons beyond fruit."
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He looks down at the fruit. "Believe me, I ain't ever gonna end up collared again. ...Not for any amount of time, anyway."
Because he gets how important freedom is now. So far he's met an angel, a devil, quite a few faces of death, alien princes and heirs to the underworld. "A while back ya mentioned y'all got a goddess of huntin', right? You run into her again, and if you're on speakin' terms, tell her there's whole worlds out there that'd welcome a blessin' or two."
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His gentle smile falls. It's not an impossible ask, but he doesn't view his chances very high. He won't mislead Yondu. "But I cannot promise anything."
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Luggage
It's an immediate question - he doesn't look Thanatos over yet, doesn't think to put the fact that Thanatos's wings are away means he's probably already taken care of himself, doesn't really think at all. He may start thinking once the adrenaline of facing down oblivion fades, or he may collapse - that still remains to be seen. For now, he's worried about his friend, and everything else can wait.
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"You seem less so." Thanatos tries to guide him closer to the wall. "At least lean against this to reserve some of your strength if you're not going to take this moment to rest."
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Relief starts to sink in, and exhaustion along with it, about the time Thanatos guides him closer to the wall, and he leans heavily against it. The exhaustion doesn't quite take his knees out from under him, but it's close. How much of himself did he pour into that connection during the battle? Not enough to knock him out entirely - he wouldn't be standing otherwise - but definitely enough to knock him sideways. Or maybe it's the relief of no longer being in imminent, existence-ending danger. Or maybe it's both. Either way, it's enough to make him grateful for the wall, and for Thanatos's help.
...Thanatos's help. That's right-
He opens his satchel and turns the flap over. There, pinned to the underside and reinforced with a few careful stitches around the hanging beadwork, is the poppy pin Thanatos had made him. He'd kept it full, but had never needed to use it - not with the abundance of healers and medical supplies on the train. But now...
He lays his hand over it, tapping into the energy he'd stored there and drawing it back into himself, and sighs as some of the exhaustion eases. It's not enough - he's still going to need to rest - but it'll keep him on his feet for a while, and in the moment, that's what he needs. He looks up at Thanatos and offers him a smile. "Thank you." For the pin. For helping. For...everything, really.
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"You're not going to immediately return to your cabin to rest, so it's what I can do." He tries to keep his voice neutral even as he wishes that Ryo would do just that. It's a testament to earlier discussions (arguments) that Thanatos doesn't press further. Besides, the immediate danger has passed.
"Once things are settled here, I'll be in the dark quiet booth. Whatever happened there... I need sometime to be myself." Not exactly needing to be alone but not exactly needing company either. That is the kind of rest Thanatos will need.
Void Base
"Just wanted to check up with you. I didn't see you around, so I figured I'd find you here " He settles his crowned head of laurels on Than's shoulder, trying to make them as dim as possible to avoid hurting Than's eyes.
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"I've already taken one of those beans. I just need my senses to relax." And for himself to relax. A large social gathering won't help with that.
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"I know. I felt you stabilize almost the moment you swallowed it." He brushes his thumb across Than's knee reassuringly. "Take your time, Than, I don't mean to rush you. Just wanted to be near you, that's all." He takes a small sip of his drink as he cuddles closer to Than, his warm laurels and feet still giving off a gentle heat despite their dimmed appearance.
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"Just let me know when you want to move. I'll try not to fall asleep on you." Thanatos seems to have this strange tendency to actually sleep when cuddled against someone, like he's never learned or figured out how to sleep on his own. And like this, Zagreus is really comforting, soothing.