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Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]
Who: New arrivals + Old survivors
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury
[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.
But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.
When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.
Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.
The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.
This is your new world, transplants.
Good luck.]
open to anyone who wants to find this loser
Saix still hadn't figured out quite how to empathize with other people, but this didn't make him completely oblivious. Besides, when it came to his dog, he paid a bit more attention. It hadn't been hard to catch how the golden retriever had been excited just a second before, only to suddenly switch to his tail between his legs and pressing close against Saix. He had knelt down besides the dog to see if it was anything physical, when...
Well. There was a lot of light, and then a lot of darkness, leaving Saix to just cling to the two closest things on hand.
That was then.
In the now, it's the sudden burst of pain in his skull that wakes Saix up. He jolts forward with a hiss, hunching a bit while one hand goes to his head. There's a strange kind of loss accompanying the pain, something that makes him think of separation, but there's no time to ponder on it much now. Gritting his teeth, he peers up from between his fingers and beneath his hair. They're somewhere else now... The whimpering catches his attention and he looks to the side.
Awaking had meant his grip had loosened on the two things he had grabbed. On one side of him is a small suitcase. On the other, a golden retriever, curled up tight and nervously squeezing down on a light up starfish plush. When he notices Saix is awake, New Moon immediately presses up against him, still whimpering. "Good boy," Saix mutters, his other hand going to rest on the dog's head as he takes a deep breath. Something had happened to them, that much was obvious. Had the scientists had one last trick up their sleeve to ruin them? One thing's for certain- he can't think straight with his head in this much pain. Hadn't he had some painkillers?
Five minutes later and three popped painkillers later, and Saix forces open the door of his transport. Oh... He observes the strange area warily, fingers tightening around his suitcase and New Moon's leash. This isn't Vatheon. He tosses his suitcase down to the actual ground from atop this particular pile of scrap, just to free up a hand to wield Lunatic. He doesn't want to yell, but...
"Axel! Maka! Is there anyone else here?"
And now his head hurts worse. Fantastic.
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This isn't the ocean. It isn't Vatheon, and it doesn't look like any place he's been to before. It just looks like a huge pile of junk, and nothing familiar in sight beyond it. The sky is strange. How did he get here? Is this even real?
The shout of a familiar voice snaps his focus around, though it's not as familiar a voice as he would have liked. "Saix?" His reply isn't particularly loud, but probably noticeable enough in the stillness. He gets to his feet, looking around, but not for the owner of the voice. Where is Axel? He should have been right by him. They were together before this happened, weren't they?
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So it's a bit annoying to see just the keyblade wielder on his own. Still- they should all be close enough. Shouldn't they? Mismatched eyes focus on the blood in that blond hair. "How injured are you?" All business, as usual.
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He climbs down from his small pile of junk, somewhat clumsily. "Where are we? Where's Axel?"
Although he'd prefer to be talking to his best friend, he's not annoyed to find Saix here. He may not exactly like him, but after the fight in Vatheon, he does consider him an ally again. At least in situations like these. Whatever situation they are in.
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"There. Now let's see if we can find anyone else here- Axel or otherwise."
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"I thought he was close by, but- I don't know where he went after..." After they got sent to another world? There was definitely no mention of anything but a boat ride to get to the mainland from Vatheon. But if they're not there, where the coral is, then how are they even alive? Hang on Saix, he's checking his wrist for the tattoo.
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"Anyone still alive can't be too far," he states simply, straightening up. "Hold New Moon's leash and get your keyblade out. There's no telling what sort of danger we're in." Why is Roxas now the dog walker? Because Saix is going back to get his suitcase. There's nothing too important, but he'd rather have it on him than not. Besides, if they find anything important, they'll have somewhere to put it.
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Roxas takes the leash because it's handed to him, but it takes a few moments for Saix's other instruction to sink in. He doesn't summon his keyblade because it's an instantaneous thing, but he looks around uncertainly. "You think someone might attack?"
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After a moment, he gestures for Roxas to just get over here already. "We should stay together until we find Axel." That's reassuring, right? He didn't say if after all.
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"Yeah. Maybe he didn't climb out yet."
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"You're sure it's just your head that's hurting?"
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At the question, he responds with, "Yeah, I banged it." Wait, is that what Saix is asking? He takes a second to glance down at himself. "I don't think I banged anything else."
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"Good. We don't need to be slower than we already are." Not caring that's probably the wrong/worst thing to say, Saix continues to lead Roxas until he can find his suitcase. "We might need to look inside some of the wreckage to see if.." Saix trails off with a frown. There's still pain and absence pounding away in his head, but there's something else too he's starting to become aware of.. It's faintly familiar. "Hold on." He lets go of Roxas so that he can use both hands to hold Lunatic. Better safe than sorry. The tension in his body isn't soothed when a Corridor opens up- that could mean anyone. It could be Axel, it could be Larxene for all they know. When the creator of the Corridor actually steps through, a little jolt of surprise goes through Saix's body.
It's a Berserker Nobody. He had tried to summon them back in Vatheon, but to no avail... It's a shock to see one again. It steps forward uncertainly, attention on Roxas. Saix gains enough control of himself to raise one hand. "The hunt for our missing member is over. Stand down."
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He never reached a final decision before suddenly his world fell black and he felt as if he'd just been tossed right off a high tower.
When he wakes up Axel instantly regrets opening his eyes because all he can feel is sharp pain right at the back of his head. He hisses and groans, turns onto his side to curl up and hold his head as if that will ease the pressure and the sudden headache, but no matter what he does Axel still feels so heavy and weak, even like he might throw up. If not for the sound of familiar cheeping beside him Axel might have tried to doze off again.
"Huh?" Carefully now he sits up just enough to look over his shoulder and find a blurred outline of three young chocobos shivering and huddled together. At first Axel tries to reach over for them, but his head still aches and ends up bringing him right back down into what feels like a small puddle of warm blood. Not like Axel can identify it as that, nor can he tell nearly half his face is covered in red. The chocobos stand and hesitantly waddle over towards him but this time Axel doesn't move. In the end he shuts his eyes and falls unconscious a second time within his transport.
Just follow the sound of the frantic warking. That might help.
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Maybe it's because he's trying to be hyperalert for these others--even in his state--that he picks up on the sound of the chocobos. "I hear birds," he mumbles, possibly to Saix, before he starts to stumble off in that direction, pulling New Moon along with him. He doesn't consciously register all the implications, but he recognizes the fear in those little voices. They make that sound when something's wrong and they need help. Why isn't Axel calming them down?
He unwittingly approaches the same transport he clambered out of in his concussive daze not too long ago. They all look the same, so he doesn't make the connection. "Axel?"
A chorus of hopeful warks answers his call, but not his best friend.
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Ready for anything, he moves past Roxas to peer inside the transport. There's not even a wince at what he sees. "He's unconscious," he tells him as he reaches forward to force open the transport. Wonderful. Roxas is still not quite there, Axel is unconscious and bleeding, and his own headache seems to be getting worse and worse by the second. Things can't be easy, can they? Setting Lunatic to the side, he starts to inspect Axel to make sure it's just his head that's bleeding so much. New Moon is whining somewhere behind him; Saix doesn't bother to reassure the dog this time.
"Get control of your birds, Roxas." He murmurs a Cure again, this time for Axel.
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Luckily New Moon doesn't show any inclination to go off on his own right now, because Roxas drops his leash as he scrambles to Axel's side. He only lightly touches his shoulder, recognizing that Saix is healing him and may need a little space, but he wants to be close, too. The chocobos crowd around him, and after a moment he gives them some attention, petting them and hushing them.
"He's- gonna be okay, right?"
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"Once the bleeding stops, then he should be better," he says, pointedly not saying that it will make Axel any kind of okay. Who knows how bad this injury really is? Saix isn't a healer. He can't really say. "We need to get him to somewhere safer than a pile of scrap. Can you help me lift him?" Saix can do it himself, but it'll be easier if they can get Axel out together.
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"Of course," he answers, more from the immediate desire to help Axel than from an understanding of what he needs to do. But, maybe he is getting a little more coherent, because as he gets up to find a better position for lifting, he realizes the chocobos are just going to be underfoot. He gently shoos them towards the exit. "Go on, guys, we'll be right out."
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"Are you sure?" He can't come up with any clear argument against it, but the idea just makes him uncomfortable. Even if the Berserker complies, it isn't going to care.
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As they come back out into the junkyard, another portal opens up not far from them. This time Roxas does summon a keyblade; Saix has his hands full, and Roxas tends to be a little protective of the person he has his hands full with.
But what steps out is one of his Samurai. It takes in Roxas and Saix's apparent cooperation, gives the Berserker an eyeless 'glance,' and proceeds to enter a competition of which one of them can appear more stoic.
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But there's certainly an air of tension only thickening about them, that can't be denied. Saix's lips thin. Hopefully Roxas can keep a handle on that as well. He focuses back onto the task at hand, heaving Axel into the Berserker's arms along with his luggage. "Keep a good hold on him, and make sure he stays protected. The previous situation has changed." That should get through to it. Leaving the Berserker to digest this new order, Saix squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. The darkness offers minimal relief.
"New Moon, come." Glancing at the Samurai and Berserker with hackles raised, the dog nonetheless comes to Saix's side. "Roxas, can you keep your Lesser under control? We can't stay here."
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"Y-yeah." He had one of his Samurai in Vatheon very briefly, and they had pretty good teamwork while it was there. He doesn't get the feeling that this is the same one, but they should get along all right.
The chocobo chicks on the other hand do not like these weird Nobody things. They huddle close around Roxas's feet, not making a sound. That's not going to work out so well for going anywhere. Roxas crouches down with them and motions the Samurai over. "Hold out your hand a second." The lesser Nobody does as instructed, and very, very cautiously first Sunset then the other two birds draw closer to nudge at it.
"See? Not so scary." Roxas nods to the Samurai, which draws back again, and then straightens himself. "Okay. Let's go." A pause. "Where are we going?"
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