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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.]
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[The Skyway falls into the endless blackness behind them, and Ryu increases the pace slightly.]
At least you guys can defend yourselves - not everyone here is a fighter. Not that there's a problem with that...
[But it's more of a problem out on the Skyway.]
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[Saix doesn't exactly have a favorable view of people who can't pull their own weight. He glances back at the void that's left behind them with a suspicious glare before keeping stride with Ryu. It's clear they need to stick close.]
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There's plenty besides fighting.
[And it's healthy to know these things, Saix.]
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[Where the fish come from, he has no clue. Probably better not to question it.]
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[He says with a particularly violent pommel bash to the face of a Windbag that's gotten a little too close.]
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[He tries to look ahead, but it's difficult to say where a path that forms and falls apart as they go is leading.]
How much farther?
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Good. Axel needs treatment as soon as possible.
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With most of his attention focused ahead, trying to will the Bastion into being there, he doesn't spot a few more windbags approaching until they're near enough for him to attack without throwing his keyblade.]
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Is that it?
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It's gotta be, right?
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[Especially if they keep running... he can only heal in hybrid form and even then he's not the healer that Nina is. ... Was.]
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[With the uncertain terrain and unexpected situation, Saix has been reluctant to use Darkness Corridors. This place feels very unlike Vatheon which means they might not have its ever useful revival capabilities at their disposal. They have to take things carefully. But now that they can see their destination, he's willing to take a risk. Taking a deep breath and hoping his fragile state of heart can take it, he raises his free hand. A twisting portal of darkness opens up on the small bits of solid land that have amassed for them and Saix thinks he can see a matching dot of black far off.]
[Only one way to find out if it's worked for sure.]
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[Roxas isn't sure this is such a good idea. The realm of darkness is far from a pinnacle of safety, even when you know the rules of the world from which you're tapping into it. Moreover, Axel is injured, Roxas has never brought the chocobos through one of those portals, and their guide isn't a Nobody.]
It's not that far.
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Wh - what is that?
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[There's a lot that could be said, but then Ryu speaks up. That's right, they have someone unfamiliar with them. Saix shakes his head.]
It's simply a portal connecting us to where we need to go.
[Made of Darkness, sure, but Saix doesn't view it as too much of a danger. Just one trip through it won't hurt anyone without a black coat, of that he's certain. As for Axel? Ha. He's used them while in worse states, Saix is certain of that, too.]
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We barely know anything about this place or the situation. I don't wanna risk it. We're walking.
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[He won't start moving until the others do, though... he doesn't want them to fall off.]
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Stubborn.
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Let's go.
[Come on, Saix, at least your dog should appreciate it.]
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[He makes sure the others get onto the Bastion safely, before letting out a relieved breath.]
The hospital is that way.
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