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middleofsomewhere2019-07-13 08:02 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2019-07-13 08:02 am
To Climb
Preparation
Just after light on the seventh day since boarding the train everyone’s SCA glows with the colours of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come. No one gets much time to process this before there is a shaking, like turbulance before there’s a jolt and flash of colour.
”Welcome to Hub World#5739. Our next stop will be Ciyesia in a few hours.”
Outside the windows the void is gone. The train is winding through a mountain range. The mountains tower up around them. The sky is a beautiful blue though every now and again there is a swirl of colour, like the void is trying to break through.
The countryside wizzes by, sometimes you go past settlements, small villages of wooden houses. Sometimes you pass farmers in fields. Sometimes herds of animals, horses, camels, strange animals with six legs and curled horns.
Eventually the train slows. ”Now arriving at Ciyesia. Passengers must wear their Safety Control Apparatus. Please ensure you take all equipment needed for your mission with you when you leave the train and take extra care when you step from the train to the platform. Next stop Ciyesia.”
Arrival
And in a billow of steam the train comes to a stop. The doors hiss open and there is indeed a rickety wooden platform, fallen into disuse. Sat upon it were two children, a boy and a girl who were staring at the train with open mouths.
Before the doors were even fully opened they were off running, “Ma! Ma!”
The platform is in a clearing, surrounded mostly by trees but down the path the children took a building can be seen. If you follow the children you will find it a large homestead, with a sign outside. The Weary Wanderer. The children are on the doorstep talking to a woman and gesturing towards you.
As you approach she smiles, a little nervously. “Well. This is not something I thought I would see in my lifetime. Welcome Treckers, I offer you the hospitality of my inn.”
She gestures them in. Inside is a large common room with wooden tables. There is a fire place but the day is warm enough that it is not lit. At first glance it looks old fashioned to anyone from a modern world, even fantasy-esque for those who would recognise it as such. Indeed her and the children are dressed in simple layered, loose tunics. But then you may notice some of the candles are battery powered and! there’s a coffee machine on the bar.
“Maia can you ask our guests what they would like to drink?” The woman hands the little girl a slate and chalk before she begins rummaging around on the bar for mugs and glasses. “I’m sorry, it’s the quiet season so we aren’t quite guest-ready.”
They become guest ready in an impressive amount of time. The little boy runs off and returns a short while later with a plate of oat biscuits that he begins handing out.
Sheltered and soon to be fed it is time to learn more about this land and plan for your journeys ahead.
(OOC: Information for this event is here and the initial briefing is here
Just after light on the seventh day since boarding the train everyone’s SCA glows with the colours of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come. No one gets much time to process this before there is a shaking, like turbulance before there’s a jolt and flash of colour.
”Welcome to Hub World#5739. Our next stop will be Ciyesia in a few hours.”
Outside the windows the void is gone. The train is winding through a mountain range. The mountains tower up around them. The sky is a beautiful blue though every now and again there is a swirl of colour, like the void is trying to break through.
The countryside wizzes by, sometimes you go past settlements, small villages of wooden houses. Sometimes you pass farmers in fields. Sometimes herds of animals, horses, camels, strange animals with six legs and curled horns.
Eventually the train slows. ”Now arriving at Ciyesia. Passengers must wear their Safety Control Apparatus. Please ensure you take all equipment needed for your mission with you when you leave the train and take extra care when you step from the train to the platform. Next stop Ciyesia.”
Arrival
And in a billow of steam the train comes to a stop. The doors hiss open and there is indeed a rickety wooden platform, fallen into disuse. Sat upon it were two children, a boy and a girl who were staring at the train with open mouths.
Before the doors were even fully opened they were off running, “Ma! Ma!”
The platform is in a clearing, surrounded mostly by trees but down the path the children took a building can be seen. If you follow the children you will find it a large homestead, with a sign outside. The Weary Wanderer. The children are on the doorstep talking to a woman and gesturing towards you.
As you approach she smiles, a little nervously. “Well. This is not something I thought I would see in my lifetime. Welcome Treckers, I offer you the hospitality of my inn.”
She gestures them in. Inside is a large common room with wooden tables. There is a fire place but the day is warm enough that it is not lit. At first glance it looks old fashioned to anyone from a modern world, even fantasy-esque for those who would recognise it as such. Indeed her and the children are dressed in simple layered, loose tunics. But then you may notice some of the candles are battery powered and! there’s a coffee machine on the bar.
“Maia can you ask our guests what they would like to drink?” The woman hands the little girl a slate and chalk before she begins rummaging around on the bar for mugs and glasses. “I’m sorry, it’s the quiet season so we aren’t quite guest-ready.”
They become guest ready in an impressive amount of time. The little boy runs off and returns a short while later with a plate of oat biscuits that he begins handing out.
Sheltered and soon to be fed it is time to learn more about this land and plan for your journeys ahead.
(OOC: Information for this event is here and the initial briefing is here
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"Okay so, maybe I ramble a little-okay a lot- but that doesn't-" He pauses though, watching her carefully. Why was she trying to escape? "Hey wait, you don't have to go-I'm sorry! I'm not really offended! I was playing!" That was certainly an alarming reaction though. He wants to ask about her guardian's again but he's probably looking too much into it-just over thinking it like he tends to do about practically everything.
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Why? She is confused but maybe it's just another Peter-thing. He has a lot of those.
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"And anyways, it takes heck of a lot more than that to offend me-I've been getting picked on since elementary-or uh... since I was nine by that same jerk that likes to try and hit me with his car. He hasn't always had the car because you can't drive until you're sixteen at least in my world-anyways, he and his friends like to torment me. So I've been called everything from puny to orphan to unwanted." He stops a moment, taking a second to push the bad thoughts out.
"You don't get picked on at all, do you?"
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Yet some jerk always hit him with a car? And called him such names?
"No. I do no be being picked on because if anyone did be trying to be hitting me with a cart I would be smashing their cart and if they did be calling me puny I would be punching them in the face."
She grinned, showing teeth. "Maybe you should have been trying that."
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"I couldn't." he admits after a second. "I mean, Ben tried to teach me when Flash and his gang like chased me home one day but uh... before the Spider-bite I was weak-I really was 'Puny Parker.' I don't know if your world has it or not-but I had asthma really bad-which basically means it was really hard for me to breathe or catch my breath if I over exerted myself-I had have inhaler-uh a thing that helps me breathe during an asthma attack-everywhere I went or could have died. So... not great. So I just couldn't defend myself and Flash took advantage of that." He shrugs again like it doesn't much matter.
"I could now, but I couldn't back then and now I'm so much stronger than him it wouldn't be right, you know? Plus if he's picking on me then he's not picking on anyone else."
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But really, he had almost died because he couldn't breathe? Something even babies could manage. Then he had gotten bitten by a spider that was working with an ER to steal his money? How he had even survived to be so big was a miracle. She was smart and clever and she figured getting to be eleven was quite a success.
"If you do be stronger than him then you should be punching him. He do be probably be picking on everyone else as well, punching him would be showing him."
Actually stabbing him or poisoning him would be more effective but she knows he won't agree with that. Still if he had an enemy and he was so worried about him hurting others then the best thing to do was eliminate the threat.
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"But I wasn't stronger then him before the bite. And if I can suddenly take on Flash then people are gonna have questions and I'm keeping Spider-man on the down low, remember? And it's just me-trust me. It's always just me." He rolls his eyes at the thought. "I think it's because I don't fight back. Anyone that ever tells you to ignore it when someone bullies you is an idiot, btw-they're not gonna get bored, trust me. I mean, I'll admit he's not as bad as he used to be-but he still 'accidentally' knocks me down the stairs sometimes or throws a ball too hard at my face."
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It seemed to her that the only thing to salvage the situation would be for Peter to kill Flash. Not publicly. Not in a show of strength but quietly, poison or a quick dagger. Secretly so no one knows.
But she can't say any of that so instead she nods, "Of course they will no be getting bored. People do be liking having power over others."
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"Well, I think we've stayed out in the cold long enough-or at least I know I have. Time to try and sleep I guess. Can I get my webshooter back? I promise I'll let you play with it again sometime soon."
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But it was his life and he wasn't even there anymore so it wasn't like it actually mattered. She unclipped the webshooter and handed it back over.
"I do be thanking you for showing me."
Maybe she should go inside as well, it is pretty cold. Which reminds her. "Oh here you can be having your jumper back."
She pulled the purple hoodie back over her head to give it back to him.
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"You don't have to give that back just yet-" He tries before the hoodie is handed back to him. "I have another one somewhere and I'm just gonna cocoon myself into the blankets on the bed so you can keep it for tonight if you want."
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Stealing is doing the shadow gods work but also she has to stay alive with these people. It's a delicate line to walk.
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