[ It's platform day, a different setting from the usual with the blanket of darkness hanging over them from above, but with lights above - and likely around, knowing some passengers - to keep them visible to one another.
And Yondu is always an easy sight in the mix of passengers, for the aforementioned reasons. Tidus comes from the direction of the luggage car, its doors wide open with the rest. With a hand going up too, when the centaurian looks his way. ]
Don't mind a nickname, do you? I've got the gear to make up for it if you do!
[ It's friendly, jovial; maybe Tidus being a cautious after some of the other older guys getting fussy about it. Hands coming to rest on his sides, a purple hoodie tied around his waist as he always bothers when they stop. ]
[He could easily guess which older guys if he knew. But his own son calls him a 'doofus' so he's not easily bothered.] I been called worse. [He says outright, still carrying his boxes from the car. He's not even opened the masks yet, but hands the box itself off to Tidus.]
Here y'are. Go ahead an' do the honors. I can tell ya how to use it.
[He shuffles the books he ordered underneath his arm, one on treaties and one on the hospital train, ways of verbal defense if they're ever intercepted by untoward parties (he hopes, anyway).]
Think I'm gonna head to the music car an' get out of ever'body's way. Platform day is always some busy shit.
He doesn't shrug the hand off. He doesn't even stiffen much. The situation was what it was, and he'd rather not have a repeat of any part of it.
Still getting used to the whole 'friend' thing but at least Ravagers could dispense their moments of casual bro-ish affection. That part wasn't too foreign.
"I ain't sure. I ain't talked to anyone that's tried to go past the city limits, either. I figure if we knew what was out there we'd have a better idea of what to do in here."
It's about the last lingering dredges of what Wei Wuxian's used to offering; hugs are being trained back into him by a son or two, and a close friend's grief.
He clucks his tongue against his teeth, considering. "I only feel edges to what's going on, all this energy. I don't know what kind of 'out there' exists, but we could try looking." Traveling seemed to be oddly circular to his senses, and that's difficult to really anticipate. When can he convince the reinforcements of a boundary to allow him to go a direction the boundary refused access?
"Yeah, I mean... She's been stuck on the train so long." Had truths that no kid would want revealed to them even back at home. "Must feel good to be in a world where everythin' makes sense."
And she comes with powers. No wishin'. They're just there.
"Alright. Well. We got a few people an' some idea of what's goin' on so that's better than nothin'. Figured I'd hook up with Roland when he's back in own mind. Not 'captivated' as I heard it put." Prompto had the best wording for it. "An' work out somethin' to call us some back-up."
Being incapable of magic, it's the best he can offer.
"Of course. It must be nice." There had been something oddly pleasant about the one day where he hadn't known any better, he had to admit. Now that he was out of it, it was completely different, but that day had been something.
"At least for a while it did. Now things seem to be cracking."
He nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. Wei Ying is keeping an eye out for us. Tidus will also be good. Connecting Red and Orange will be helpful as well."
"Yeah, you tell 'im. Ain't much to like." He says to Rose.
"Oh god, kid that teleports. You got all my sympathies." He pats Wash on the shoulder. But that's not the problem here, is it. "I think the problem is that no one here belongs, I'm startin' to guess. I think ever'body mighta come from the outside." Maybe. It's unnerving, anyway.
"Makes life interesting." Not that Wash has any experience with kids that don't teleport. Other than the few blissful months before she learned how.
"Entertainment. Great. That involved dragging us away from where we were? They could have asked, I would have done shadow puppets." At least the Arcana had goals they wanted to accomplish. That was a whole mess of other problems but they had them.
"Talked to who? Talked to Casper?" He'd never really spoken much with Casper. He seemed fine. Kinda odd but that was apparently what gods do. Be odd.
He was a god, right? Ah well.
"Look, if you got a way of reachin' 'im? We're really gonna need all hands on deck. 'Cause this thing seems to be a lot more powerful than the lot of us, even our strongest. An' I know that guy's a hard hitter."
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"I don't reckon they'd hold it against me. Y'know, save for bein' a little embarrassed."
"Isn't it a father's job to embarrass his daughters?" She is not helping herself, but oh well. It's not as if there's a lot of excitement in her life as it is.
He only knows so much about void scouts, but so far travelling the void is the only thing he can imagine for himself if he gets loose.
"Last time her little robot put out a signal, it was a language what Purple Team lead Roland could understand. Now I don't know him all that well, but he's a good fella from what I've gathered. I get him to write up a message an' we break into a TV tower. TV tower has better range than most of the other transmitters, an' I know the scouts been keepin' track of broadcasts around different worlds.
"I need stealth ops and teleporters. Might need the help of a kid." He adds that part dismally, but he has seen Romeo be effective.
Why the hell that cat bothers him? He doesn't know. It just settles bad. Like... He doesn't know, like it might eat 'im? But that's a damn wierd thought. Where did that even come from? Wait, come to think of it he can't even remember her having a cat, so where did the cat even come from?
He's staring at it as he drags one of the brawlers out by their boots, watching their coat ride up as they're pulled along.
"I don't pay it no mind. If they're bad, somebody'll catch 'em. Hopefully it'll be us. I don't trust D-Force." He says it all distractedly though.
The head resting back against his arm feels nice. People in close proximity is something he's still getting used to, but it's easier when they're younger, somehow. Less likely to hurt him. And he knows Raven needs the comfort.
Hell, he needs the comfort right now too, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
"I woulda liked this kinda life. Just breakin' into shit what no one else could get into. Takin' stuff out. Used to do it ever' once in a while. Always one of my favorite types of jobs."
They both could comfort the other, and that was more than enough. "I think you'd be good at it. You're smart and experienced enough." Raven murmured softly, smile in her voice. "What was your favorite thing you had to break into?"
Again he shifts to look over, just letting the forearm that's been resting over his eyes rest above his head as he does so. And he's got a choice here. He can squirm out, slither from between the both of them and let Koumyou deal with this.
But there's empathy there. The same empathy that comes from seeing the shock and outrage when he casually mentions his own slavery, and reactions just remind him that everything good that he's learned, that he's cultivated, all the best things in his life came from a horrible history.
So he doesn't. He instead moves his arm under him and lets it rest around his shoulders, thumb rubbing where his hand comes to rest. Just to let him know that havin' bad shit happen to him and being capable of feelin' shouldn't be a scent so strong it runs people off.
He doesn't know what happened there, but the behavior is familiar enough.
Devero's fingers clamp tight on Koumyou's as he fights to keep the turmoil under control. Had it been just Koumyou who reacted he might have even been able to force himself to calm down, at least physically.
But Yondu acknowledging as well... kind of undoes him.
He hides his face in his pillow as panic rears up and seizes him by the throat. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he says, still gasping around the stranglehold that she yet has on his psyche. "Being stupid. Should have just said it, sorry--"
Yes, Devero, you're reacting like this just because you didn't want to say an impolite word. That is definitely the issue here.
Yondu had a strong suspicion that something like this might eventually happen. He'd even talked to Soldat about it recently. But at the same time, he almost appreciates that a friend wants to go out of their way to make him happy.
Almost.
Except that he doesn't know if he can deal with someone regarding him with dead indifference again. There's a monster in him that's been mostly silent, soothed by the presence of real true friends and good kids and a general atmosphere of support like he's not known in years. But that monster is still there, waiting to lash out at his rejections and failures, and he wants to keep it silent.
Bulma .. well. She likes meddling. Meddling in particular when it comes to making sure other people are happy, making sure that they get what they want or deserve in all the best ways. She’d meddled and hinted and giggled about Trunks and Mai, in her universe, and like hell she wasn’t going to try and get the same for Yondu.
They all had their monsters, after all. Bulma is all too familiar with prickly people and situations and not at all deterred but the possibility of things going tits up.
She’s slapped a destroyer for ruining her birthday party - not a damn thing is too scary for her not to try.
“Hey Yondu!” Bulma is all smiles as she arrives, fussing with the edge of that little red scarf as it folds wrong and catches her attention.
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Okay so my general loose plan is: Yondu leaves camp for /insert reason here/, knowing he's going to be dragging mines. He'll say he's going (in fact I'll go post that now), but he's going to try and set up another of the equalizers hoping that'll fix a bunch of them.
General plan is that he gets out there, something gets to him despite being protected (whether it's a couple of the undead ones getting past or someone throwing a crazy lucky spear or something, I'm very tempted to do crazy lucky spear/a couple of arrows for irony), and then someone gets him far away from camp. I figure he'll need to get patched up after but I'll worry about that bridge when I get there.
Was thinking maybe Soldat and Tobirama could be running protection while he's trying to set up an equalizer and Vegeta can swoop in after he gets fucked up real good to take him somewhere that's Not Camp. I don't necessarily need to kill him I just need to fuck him up real good.
So I'll start trying to get a thing written up. Here is the SCA thing.
It was all coming to an end. That final fight, those final pieces in place, this was all ending. And with those options they were given… Vegeta had some thinking to do. Not that he showed signs of it, those who asked him about this all got a simple answer; he was going home. Staying wasn’t an option, and even if he would want to, Bulma would drag him back with her.
But those options, and the specific time he came from… that would prove an issue. Vegeta is sure on his choice… but he still wants to speak to someone about that. Someone he can trust to not run their mouth like Goku. Someone who wouldn’t fight and yell and scream at his choice like Bulma. Someone who, may not like it, but will accept it. Or so he thinks. Vegeta is sure on what he’s going to do, but he’s open to hearing options as well. Not normally, but in this case… he’s not sure.
So he’s hunting down Yondu as everyone sorts out things to get ready to leave, he himself not having much at all to take with him, if anything. He may even leave his old armor collection here in case another wants to use it in the future. Finding the other man, Vegeta calls out to him. “You got time to talk?”
Yondu's been chawing down on a piece of lunchmeat, the last of a habit he picked up on the train and he figures that this might be his last ever from storage. Just rolled up and something quick to sate his appetite.
Now, what's wild? Is when Vegeta wants to talk. That is kind of a shocker.
Though they all got a lot to think about, don't they? The choice was practically already made for Yondu. He was Dead, so there was no going back. His battles had been won, his ship was gone, he left with most of his money spent or transfered to places where it mattered. He left his last hints to his old crews, his good-byes. But what had made those good-byes easier at the time was the realization he had a new crew, a new "family" of sorts. He had people, parents, that were better peers to him while Stakar, Aletta, Martinex, the whole crew hadn't truly allowed themselves to pass on their lives in that way. None of them had kids.
Bulma, Vegeta, Koumyou, so many here? They got it. And now he was staring down the barrel of losing that family.
"Yeah, I ain't doin' nothin'. Train's got her real crew to help her care for shit." She didn't need them anymore- only sad to think about along the edges. Mostly the concept they'd be fucking off was freeing.
It's the last time he'll have to speak to people. He's also not taking much time to do it.
He wants to leave. He doesn't want to watch certain people make what he feels are piss poor decisions. And at this point? There's no turning back for them.
So goes looking for a few people, just to blurt some final thoughts even if they can't change minds.
Yondu sees the kid who first introduced him to the train, one that the didn't know gave one last message to his greatest hero, one that he knows doesn't have a place to go back to.
He hopes that he's got one. Needs him to have one.
He pushes past some people to get to him. "Emporio!" he calls out, working his way over. "Hey, kiddo." He's almost afraid to ask what his plans are.
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[ It's platform day, a different setting from the usual with the blanket of darkness hanging over them from above, but with lights above - and likely around, knowing some passengers - to keep them visible to one another.
And Yondu is always an easy sight in the mix of passengers, for the aforementioned reasons. Tidus comes from the direction of the luggage car, its doors wide open with the rest. With a hand going up too, when the centaurian looks his way. ]
Don't mind a nickname, do you? I've got the gear to make up for it if you do!
[ It's friendly, jovial; maybe Tidus being a cautious after some of the other older guys getting fussy about it. Hands coming to rest on his sides, a purple hoodie tied around his waist as he always bothers when they stop. ]
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Here y'are. Go ahead an' do the honors. I can tell ya how to use it.
[He shuffles the books he ordered underneath his arm, one on treaties and one on the hospital train, ways of verbal defense if they're ever intercepted by untoward parties (he hopes, anyway).]
Think I'm gonna head to the music car an' get out of ever'body's way. Platform day is always some busy shit.
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it's ok, grammar is for nerds
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He doesn't shrug the hand off. He doesn't even stiffen much. The situation was what it was, and he'd rather not have a repeat of any part of it.
Still getting used to the whole 'friend' thing but at least Ravagers could dispense their moments of casual bro-ish affection. That part wasn't too foreign.
"I ain't sure. I ain't talked to anyone that's tried to go past the city limits, either. I figure if we knew what was out there we'd have a better idea of what to do in here."
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He clucks his tongue against his teeth, considering. "I only feel edges to what's going on, all this energy. I don't know what kind of 'out there' exists, but we could try looking." Traveling seemed to be oddly circular to his senses, and that's difficult to really anticipate. When can he convince the reinforcements of a boundary to allow him to go a direction the boundary refused access?
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Feel free to timeskip or assume or whatever.
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"Yeah, I mean... She's been stuck on the train so long." Had truths that no kid would want revealed to them even back at home. "Must feel good to be in a world where everythin' makes sense."
And she comes with powers. No wishin'. They're just there.
"Alright. Well. We got a few people an' some idea of what's goin' on so that's better than nothin'. Figured I'd hook up with Roland when he's back in own mind. Not 'captivated' as I heard it put." Prompto had the best wording for it. "An' work out somethin' to call us some back-up."
Being incapable of magic, it's the best he can offer.
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"At least for a while it did. Now things seem to be cracking."
He nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. Wei Ying is keeping an eye out for us. Tidus will also be good. Connecting Red and Orange will be helpful as well."
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"Yeah, you tell 'im. Ain't much to like." He says to Rose.
"Oh god, kid that teleports. You got all my sympathies." He pats Wash on the shoulder. But that's not the problem here, is it. "I think the problem is that no one here belongs, I'm startin' to guess. I think ever'body mighta come from the outside." Maybe. It's unnerving, anyway.
"We're probably just entertainment. Company."
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"Entertainment. Great. That involved dragging us away from where we were? They could have asked, I would have done shadow puppets." At least the Arcana had goals they wanted to accomplish. That was a whole mess of other problems but they had them.
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"Talked to who? Talked to Casper?" He'd never really spoken much with Casper. He seemed fine. Kinda odd but that was apparently what gods do. Be odd.
He was a god, right? Ah well.
"Look, if you got a way of reachin' 'im? We're really gonna need all hands on deck. 'Cause this thing seems to be a lot more powerful than the lot of us, even our strongest. An' I know that guy's a hard hitter."
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"Ah, yeah, I mean, I can try?" Prompto offered, although that was going to be awkward.
Very. Very. Awkward.
"And Noct, I could maybe..." That was also going to be awkward. Why was his life like this?
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Oh he is fully aware he's not being subtle. Because generally a woman wouldn't appreciate suddenly being condemned to a date she wasn't planning on. But he's also used to being turned down, so he's not exactly expecting it.
"I don't reckon they'd hold it against me. Y'know, save for bein' a little embarrassed."
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"Hell yeah, I got one."
He only knows so much about void scouts, but so far travelling the void is the only thing he can imagine for himself if he gets loose.
"Last time her little robot put out a signal, it was a language what Purple Team lead Roland could understand. Now I don't know him all that well, but he's a good fella from what I've gathered. I get him to write up a message an' we break into a TV tower. TV tower has better range than most of the other transmitters, an' I know the scouts been keepin' track of broadcasts around different worlds.
"I need stealth ops and teleporters. Might need the help of a kid." He adds that part dismally, but he has seen Romeo be effective.
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"Good. Good. Hopefully we can find 'im."
But then it occurs to him that he might need some more confirmation about Genjo. Just to see if Koumyou is right.
"Mind if I head back to your place with ya? ...Feels damn weird to say after all that other shit I was gonna say."
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And forgot because I'd deleted the notif but I'm back with a time skip!
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Why the hell that cat bothers him? He doesn't know. It just settles bad. Like... He doesn't know, like it might eat 'im? But that's a damn wierd thought. Where did that even come from? Wait, come to think of it he can't even remember her having a cat, so where did the cat even come from?
He's staring at it as he drags one of the brawlers out by their boots, watching their coat ride up as they're pulled along.
"I don't pay it no mind. If they're bad, somebody'll catch 'em. Hopefully it'll be us. I don't trust D-Force." He says it all distractedly though.
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If it requires doing weird shit you're doing the weird shit.
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The head resting back against his arm feels nice. People in close proximity is something he's still getting used to, but it's easier when they're younger, somehow. Less likely to hurt him. And he knows Raven needs the comfort.
Hell, he needs the comfort right now too, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
"I woulda liked this kinda life. Just breakin' into shit what no one else could get into. Takin' stuff out. Used to do it ever' once in a while. Always one of my favorite types of jobs."
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CW: Thread generally discusses sexual trauma and lack of agency
The hell is happenin' here?
Again he shifts to look over, just letting the forearm that's been resting over his eyes rest above his head as he does so. And he's got a choice here. He can squirm out, slither from between the both of them and let Koumyou deal with this.
But there's empathy there. The same empathy that comes from seeing the shock and outrage when he casually mentions his own slavery, and reactions just remind him that everything good that he's learned, that he's cultivated, all the best things in his life came from a horrible history.
So he doesn't. He instead moves his arm under him and lets it rest around his shoulders, thumb rubbing where his hand comes to rest. Just to let him know that havin' bad shit happen to him and being capable of feelin' shouldn't be a scent so strong it runs people off.
He doesn't know what happened there, but the behavior is familiar enough.
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But Yondu acknowledging as well... kind of undoes him.
He hides his face in his pillow as panic rears up and seizes him by the throat. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he says, still gasping around the stranglehold that she yet has on his psyche. "Being stupid. Should have just said it, sorry--"
Yes, Devero, you're reacting like this just because you didn't want to say an impolite word. That is definitely the issue here.
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CW: recounting story with implied assault
cw: sexual trafficking
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Yondu had a strong suspicion that something like this might eventually happen. He'd even talked to Soldat about it recently. But at the same time, he almost appreciates that a friend wants to go out of their way to make him happy.
Almost.
Except that he doesn't know if he can deal with someone regarding him with dead indifference again. There's a monster in him that's been mostly silent, soothed by the presence of real true friends and good kids and a general atmosphere of support like he's not known in years. But that monster is still there, waiting to lash out at his rejections and failures, and he wants to keep it silent.
Maybe if he cuts a deal, it'll be fine.
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Bulma .. well. She likes meddling. Meddling in particular when it comes to making sure other people are happy, making sure that they get what they want or deserve in all the best ways. She’d meddled and hinted and giggled about Trunks and Mai, in her universe, and like hell she wasn’t going to try and get the same for Yondu.
They all had their monsters, after all. Bulma is all too familiar with prickly people and situations and not at all deterred but the possibility of things going tits up.
She’s slapped a destroyer for ruining her birthday party - not a damn thing is too scary for her not to try.
“Hey Yondu!” Bulma is all smiles as she arrives, fussing with the edge of that little red scarf as it folds wrong and catches her attention.
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Okay so my general loose plan is: Yondu leaves camp for /insert reason here/, knowing he's going to be dragging mines. He'll say he's going (in fact I'll go post that now), but he's going to try and set up another of the equalizers hoping that'll fix a bunch of them.
General plan is that he gets out there, something gets to him despite being protected (whether it's a couple of the undead ones getting past or someone throwing a crazy lucky spear or something, I'm very tempted to do crazy lucky spear/a couple of arrows for irony), and then someone gets him far away from camp. I figure he'll need to get patched up after but I'll worry about that bridge when I get there.
Was thinking maybe Soldat and Tobirama could be running protection while he's trying to set up an equalizer and Vegeta can swoop in after he gets fucked up real good to take him somewhere that's Not Camp. I don't necessarily need to kill him I just need to fuck him up real good.
So I'll start trying to get a thing written up. Here is the SCA thing.
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We Approach Our Final Hour - and time to talk things over
But those options, and the specific time he came from… that would prove an issue. Vegeta is sure on his choice… but he still wants to speak to someone about that. Someone he can trust to not run their mouth like Goku. Someone who wouldn’t fight and yell and scream at his choice like Bulma. Someone who, may not like it, but will accept it. Or so he thinks. Vegeta is sure on what he’s going to do, but he’s open to hearing options as well. Not normally, but in this case… he’s not sure.
So he’s hunting down Yondu as everyone sorts out things to get ready to leave, he himself not having much at all to take with him, if anything. He may even leave his old armor collection here in case another wants to use it in the future. Finding the other man, Vegeta calls out to him. “You got time to talk?”
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Now, what's wild? Is when Vegeta wants to talk. That is kind of a shocker.
Though they all got a lot to think about, don't they? The choice was practically already made for Yondu. He was Dead, so there was no going back. His battles had been won, his ship was gone, he left with most of his money spent or transfered to places where it mattered. He left his last hints to his old crews, his good-byes. But what had made those good-byes easier at the time was the realization he had a new crew, a new "family" of sorts. He had people, parents, that were better peers to him while Stakar, Aletta, Martinex, the whole crew hadn't truly allowed themselves to pass on their lives in that way. None of them had kids.
Bulma, Vegeta, Koumyou, so many here? They got it. And now he was staring down the barrel of losing that family.
"Yeah, I ain't doin' nothin'. Train's got her real crew to help her care for shit." She didn't need them anymore- only sad to think about along the edges. Mostly the concept they'd be fucking off was freeing.
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Just gonna go with the idea the Ogords could do it in his timeline
all good by me!
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I'm gonna pretend that Yondu's not mentioned the depths of it before.
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Some Ending Threads
He wants to leave. He doesn't want to watch certain people make what he feels are piss poor decisions. And at this point? There's no turning back for them.
So goes looking for a few people, just to blurt some final thoughts even if they can't change minds.
Emporio
He hopes that he's got one. Needs him to have one.
He pushes past some people to get to him. "Emporio!" he calls out, working his way over. "Hey, kiddo." He's almost afraid to ask what his plans are.
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/brushes the dust off of this thread/ sorry i've been gone.. brain kinda went poof
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