[ A package in his hands, Tidus twists the box around before he takes it off to look inside. Eyes widening slightly, he takes one out to examine (visually, anyway) the mask before Yondu goes on. ]
Oh, let's move over there then. [ And he can give Yondu his trade, but goes for instead, jokingly: ]
Not up to greet any Blue newbies first thing, lead?
[ No judgment there. They had plenty of time for that. Regardless, he'll be following Yondu if he starts moving. ]
Nope. I talk to 'em as I come across 'em. But not out there. I was a slave so it doesn't sit right tellin' nobody they cain't leave an' it's the train what owns 'em now. Even if it's all wrapped in pretty colors an' ready food.
[He's blunt with it. A slave telling other people they have no choice makes him... It doesn't sit right, that's about the short of it, so people can damn well judge him if they like. They spend the first couple of decades of their life as a possession and they'll probably have similar feelings.]
People tend to talk about team stuff better after they know what the train's about, anyway.
There's that. I still try an' let people know that this place ain't great for what it does, but it is the last ride for some folks. [Too many of 'em kids.] So it's in our best interests to keep it runnin'. Every second bought is every second we can accomplish somethin'.
[At least until they figure shit out about how to keep going after the train.]
[He gets to the music carriage and grabs a chair, opening up the books he got. One on treaties specifically. Not to read it, but to quickly flip through pages and see if there's stuff there he can use. And then about the Mercy void train.]
[He sits those down so he can pay attention to what Tidus got.] Alright, open 'em up an' I show ya how to use them things. They cost a coin or few back home so they ain't standard issue.
One of the good things about the shop is the stuff that costs more back home doesn't here.
[ He's grabbed himself a seat, the box on his lap and being opened as instructed. Looking at the pair, he holds one up, offering- ] Wanna take this to show me to use? [ -while he can keep the other. Otherwise, the box - whether with a spare or not - gets deposited on the floor. ]
Oh yeah, and so you know I got the goods too.
[ He feels, just for the sake of it, to make appear the armlet in hand, appearing in a dust of gold. Differently designed from the one he had been showing off, weighty in his hand. He can hold that out for Yondu to take too, talk about it after Yondu's demonstration. ]
I ain't really wanted to learn magic too bad but if I learnt anything it'd be summonin' random ass stuff like that, 'cause it blows my mind.
[He reaches out to take the armlet and then compares it to the knife sheath on his arm. He'll have to ask Q'uila if she can somehow integrate the two.]
[He sits it down in a chair for now and reaches to take one of the masks, collapses it to the smaller form. So with all the strange atmosphere of a dad teaching a winsor knot he puts it around the back of Tidus's neck.]
So you put it on like this. Should put the button right here. Ya push it, and- [It expands as Yondu does, snug against Tidus's face, filtering the air and showing a read-out through the lenses.] -should autofit. Works to filter air or keep ya from suffocatin' for a coupla minutes if there's none to filter. I cain't wear 'em an' fight but they work real well with other types o' ranged combat.
[ He isn't actually expecting Yondu to get close to him with this, and so strange is the word for it, baffling. But he doesn't make a fuss of it, trying to follow the centaurian's explanation - and not to be entirely distracted as a form takes shape around his face.
Okay. This is a mask. Tidus pats the outside of it, hearing something about ranged fighting as he does. ]
You really go out in space with these?
[ He remembers something about that, should probably be paying better attention with the 'couple of minutes' mentioned, but it's new and bizarre, and if Tidus's eyes could be seen, they'd be wide. ]
Only for a couple of minutes. [He reminds him as he gives him room again.]
Alright, hit that button again and it should just dematerialize. Every time ya push it? It rematerializes.
[Matter tech is its own kind of confusing.] You can also go into low light wearin' those an' find your way around. [He picks up the armlet then again.] Anythin' extra I should know about this?
[ Right, right, a couple of minutes. It's still bizarre, and he feels with fingers for the place where Yondu had touched the mask to him before activating it, following the direction to them make everything retreat back into what it was.
And that wide-eyed, incredulous expression is on his face, a look around taken unnecessarily. But the question does bring his gaze onto Yondu, as lost as it appears for a second. ]
Oh -- no, you just wear it. Or as long as you can keep it on you, the magic's instant. [ He nods to it, his eyes now lingering on the design as he recalls- ] It's the same as I was talking 'bout earlier. A pal, he wore one like that. Figured it'd be easier to get on when I remembered the straps.
[ Compared to the ones he had that might need reshaping for a larger arm. ]
It might get funny 'bout other people putting magic spells on you - you know, with the magic protection. And if people try and grab you, even a friend. But other than that...
[ He's a slow shake of his head, nothing else to really offer when it comes down to it. It was magic, it did the stuff it did. ]
But if you're healing yourself or doing anything to you, it's fine. Doesn't get in the way.
Alright, alright. [He nods approvingly, turning it in his hands. Still might have to still see for the aesthetic match, though.] Thanks for warnin' me. I give a lotta hugs. [He's outright going to say that, 'cause for being a miserable sadsack sometimes he's a pretty friendly guy, and tries to support people. He doesn't want someone to move in for the kill and pay for it.]
I know it's just two of 'em but I've been workin' on some preventative stuff. That an' Della agreed to help me invest in somethin'.
[Which he'd loosely mentioned to Tidus. He planned to talk to Hera about it, too.]
I'll recommend you to a guy, [ he says after that admission about hugs, joking - thinking that Yondu is joking too, truthfully. Sounds like that way to Tidus.
Regardless, he hasn't forgotten about that conversation concerning Della, and while he's feeling back for the headgear pieces, his eyes brighten in a way to hear it alluded to. ]
The simulation? I asked her about that! She's real excited. [ And it's a point he makes warmly, fondly. ] Madoka says she'll take a go - bet she'll be nervous, but Madoka's good. She'll have fun!
Nah... nah I'm serious. I have had five people cry on me. An' a lotta teenage girls hang around me, I think 'cause I'm colorful. I ain't figured that one out yet. But I'd hate to bounce one off an invisible forcefield when they was feelin' upset.
[He just sounds baffled by the whole thing, but he's very protective of 'em so maybe that's actually what they sense.]
[Hell if he even knows.]
I figure she'd do good. I been teachin' her Centaurian archery. She's real determined which is honestly the most important part of learnin' anything. And I taught my boy to fly when he was ten so she's plenty old enough to pick it up. [He definitely sounds really proud of her, of them both.]
[ ...well, that wasn't a correction he was expecting, a look up and down quickly taken of Yondu as if to re-examine him. Not what you'd call 'cuddly' on a first look, but hey, who's he to judge?
He just goes 'huh', thoughtful, but he isn't going to question Yondu's magical teenage girl powers. ]
Madoka's strong. [ That though, he can say without a doubt. What he knows about her - a story that isn't his to share, but gives his own proud expression a subtle dip in the brow. ] She's been here even longer than me, seen people come and go... I'm glad that you two get along! I mean, Madoka's a hard girl to hate.
[ And he doubts Wangji feels anything close to that for her either, but- still. ]
That Centaurian archery doesn't involve that arrow of yours, don't it? [ There's a hint of a joke, though he knows- ] I've seen her with a bow and arrow. Man, that was the mission it was real cold... glad you guys aren't getting the 'wander up literal snow mountains with snowstorm' missions again. Those computer ones have got to be easier than that.
[He just shakes his head in a "I couldn't tell ya" way as Tidus gives him that up and down. He knows it's weird. He thinks it's weird. He doesn't shove them off though just 'cause after a whole life of dealin' with shitty people, it's nice to be treated decent.]
Nah, my arrow is connected to- [he taps the fin on his head] -and that's its own big thing. Traditionally we do bow an' arrow, an' we got a special metal that responds to sound. So I rigged up her arrows with some of that metal.
Sorta a 'welcome to the family' gesture.
['Cause in his eyes, he was finally bothering to build himself a little tribe. He'd ordered some of the Yaka for that.]
Aww- [ and he can't help but to say it in that 'aww' way, smile turning big. ] 'Welcome to the family'! A bunch of people like that around here - seeing others like family. It's nice! [ So not to give off the wrong impression here. ]
In case you don't already know pops, she loves cute animals. And plush toys. Oh yeah, and art, 'course. I remember seeing you and her hanging out on art day.
Yeah, I ain't been sure what kinda stuffed things she'd want 'cause she got bad experiences with one small cute lookin' thing. I guess next time there's the off chance of us seein' a store I could ask her an' let her pick it out. Or ask Eva to help me out since her animals are real unique.
[Yondu has no problem picking up cute shit. He has his little figurine collection so it's no damage to him.]
[Also, Oh god. Art day. Not just the glitter but the start of an embarrassing situation. Not so much what Madoka did, but the fact that he said out loud all the reasons he was fond of a particular big bastard and she pointed out that him liking his smile meant that he had it worse than he thought.]
[She's damn perceptive in the worst little way like that.]
I'm doin' what I can. My boy didn't like cute shit quite as much. He was more into music. So it's been an adjustment. [At least with Kyoko that much is predictable.]
[ 'Bad experiences with one cute looking thing'? That gets an odd look for a moment, but Tidus doesn't linger on it, listening as Yondu speaks on. ]
Guess the kids aren't wrong then. I should upgrade to callin' you Blue Pops. [ Instead of boss. Heheh. It's certainly cute to hear about, and cute wasn't what Tidus was expecting to be going on here.
But there might be a reason for it, and that does have a question he's sorta wanted to ask. Though there's a pause, and... ]
Actually, I was wondering... You mind if I ask you something personal? About- well. Being dead.
[He's usually pretty chill about it, but mostly because he's spent so much of his life around people that were decidedly not chill that a well-meaning joking name doesn't get on his nerves much.]
[The words make him squint, though. Not suspiciously, just that sort of wary 'Oh hell' sort of look, the one that comes with reading more disaster in the news.]
Yeah. Sure.
You got someone you know with that problem?
[There's some gravelly sympathy in his voice. A lot of people here are dead.]
Er, well, I've known people like it. [ Like 'dead', but it's a funny (read: awkward) conversation to have, even if he's the one who put them here Still, even if he has to fumble his way through it: ]
But I guess I never really asked... you know, you're alive here - you think you can go back? That there's a chance? Why would you just die again if you went back?
[ It's come up before, that belief; and maybe it's about not getting one's hopes up, he wants to believe there's a chance. Why can't there be? ]
I died under real particular conditions. I was in space. Which means I had no oxygen, no coverin' besides my clothes, no heat. I froze an' suffocated at the same time. So I sure as shit hope I don't go back.
An' Ravagers, we got this uh... burial thing. We're disintegrated in our ship's engines. Become part of the stars after we die. So if I was respected? I ain't got a body now.
I don't reckon we can go back.
[He rubs the back of his head, though, wincing.]
I mean, but I was thinkin' about it, I ain't above seein' if a body can be cloned and retethered. I was considerin' that. Cause there ain't no rule sayin' a new body cain't be made somehow. I think we cain't go back, but I don't think those of us what died gotta stay dead. I'd be more resigned if it was just me, but I know a lot of the younger folk rely on this train to just exist.
[ Okay, his expression is less than great by the time Yondu explains 'I froze and suffocated at the same time'. That's a problem there, and the grimace he wears sticks along the way. ]
Aren't you in your own body though? Or- [ he breathes, the conversation complicated just by how little he's sure he knows, but- ] Cassie's mom, Sonya, she showed up beat up and needing a wheelchair. And people who should be dead - they have bodies too still, right? You're not a...Unsent, are you? A ghost? Spirit?
[ He moves his hands a little like juggling, and he is juggling between the different words that seem to mean the same thing. ]
Like, even if you should be dead or obliterated or nothing of you left, there is! ...We just don't know where you're gonna show up.
Yeah, Sonya and I have talked about that. [He felt bad for both her and Cassie, hearing about that. It's a challenge that Cassie hasn't faced yet.]
The doctors here can still heal us. They can test our DNA. The gods what can detect souls can find ours. So these are pretty damn convincin' replica bodies. Then you got the people who 'leave'. Who just vanish an' stop rememberin', then you see 'em walk off the train. Then suddenly the next thing they remember is a platform. Wherever they end up, they don't remember.
[He spreads his hands.]
There's a lotta this tetherin' stuff I need to find out.
[Just in case they find themselves in an emergency. He needs to figure out how they can safely get that 'out'. He doesn't count on everything running smoothly forever.]
[ What was tethering? He bites on the inside of his bottom lip, trying to remember. ]
I think tethering... well, the way it's supposed to be, there's the you where you are, then there's...a midway point? Then there's us in the void. So normally, there's three points? But that doesn't make sense if we're dead, right? I mean - there's a place on my world, but then, what about the people who have bodies? Or...why don't they show up as spirits when other spirits show up here, right?
[ So why wouldn't a guy like Yondu be a spirit if he showed up dead, when other ghosts show up that way? ]
I know we're not on the train when our names turn gold. [ He bends a finger with that point. ] So I guess that's, like... the train losing connection with us. And when we leave on the platforms... [ Here, his brow knits for a moment. ] You know, I've always wondered if that's really us, or just... a trick. It doesn't make sense, right? We disappear from the train, but then we come back on a platform?
Yeah, but then why would it even need to do that? Just showin' people walk off. To be honest I've always wondered if there's a bit of the train we cain't get to, one where we're kept."
[He frowns deeply at all the implications. There'd be no reason the train should give them some kind of peace of mind.]
I didn't wanna die. But I was ready for it an' I knew I'd lived a long life. [Not a good one. But a long one. He made it longer than some.] There's a bunch of y'all that are teens an' younger that ain't made it that long an' barely had a chance to do anything.
I think as a last ditch resort, very last ditch 'we're runnin' out of choices', we pull a Jack with y'all. Just save up all that makes ya you an' make you a new body. He ain't the best example, Ansem knows plenty about others.
[ It sits uncomfortably this conversation, the reminder of being too young, the frown on his face deepening. ]
Would that work? If people are in their own bodies- what are you doing? How do you put someone in a new one?
[ But that's what he immediately questions. He doesn't know anything about body switching process, or how something like that would work. Or even much about this Jack guy (except, that might be that annoying loudmouth that bugs the ICP at nights-). ]
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Oh, let's move over there then. [ And he can give Yondu his trade, but goes for instead, jokingly: ]
Not up to greet any Blue newbies first thing, lead?
[ No judgment there. They had plenty of time for that. Regardless, he'll be following Yondu if he starts moving. ]
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[He's blunt with it. A slave telling other people they have no choice makes him... It doesn't sit right, that's about the short of it, so people can damn well judge him if they like. They spend the first couple of decades of their life as a possession and they'll probably have similar feelings.]
People tend to talk about team stuff better after they know what the train's about, anyway.
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He isn't uncomfortable from the knowledge at least, walking with the centaurian to head into the train, to the musical carriage. ]
Not fun, huh? I mean, at least you can tell them it might not be for long. That's about the only good thing I know to tell anyone when I talk to them.
[ And sometimes it's true, sometimes it isn't. There's no telling who'll be around for maybe a month or two, or going onto six. ]
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[At least until they figure shit out about how to keep going after the train.]
[He gets to the music carriage and grabs a chair, opening up the books he got. One on treaties specifically. Not to read it, but to quickly flip through pages and see if there's stuff there he can use. And then about the Mercy void train.]
[He sits those down so he can pay attention to what Tidus got.] Alright, open 'em up an' I show ya how to use them things. They cost a coin or few back home so they ain't standard issue.
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[ He's grabbed himself a seat, the box on his lap and being opened as instructed. Looking at the pair, he holds one up, offering- ] Wanna take this to show me to use? [ -while he can keep the other. Otherwise, the box - whether with a spare or not - gets deposited on the floor. ]
Oh yeah, and so you know I got the goods too.
[ He feels, just for the sake of it, to make appear the armlet in hand, appearing in a dust of gold. Differently designed from the one he had been showing off, weighty in his hand. He can hold that out for Yondu to take too, talk about it after Yondu's demonstration. ]
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[He reaches out to take the armlet and then compares it to the knife sheath on his arm. He'll have to ask Q'uila if she can somehow integrate the two.]
[He sits it down in a chair for now and reaches to take one of the masks, collapses it to the smaller form. So with all the strange atmosphere of a dad teaching a winsor knot he puts it around the back of Tidus's neck.]
So you put it on like this. Should put the button right here. Ya push it, and- [It expands as Yondu does, snug against Tidus's face, filtering the air and showing a read-out through the lenses.] -should autofit. Works to filter air or keep ya from suffocatin' for a coupla minutes if there's none to filter. I cain't wear 'em an' fight but they work real well with other types o' ranged combat.
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Okay. This is a mask. Tidus pats the outside of it, hearing something about ranged fighting as he does. ]
You really go out in space with these?
[ He remembers something about that, should probably be paying better attention with the 'couple of minutes' mentioned, but it's new and bizarre, and if Tidus's eyes could be seen, they'd be wide. ]
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Alright, hit that button again and it should just dematerialize. Every time ya push it? It rematerializes.
[Matter tech is its own kind of confusing.] You can also go into low light wearin' those an' find your way around. [He picks up the armlet then again.] Anythin' extra I should know about this?
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And that wide-eyed, incredulous expression is on his face, a look around taken unnecessarily. But the question does bring his gaze onto Yondu, as lost as it appears for a second. ]
Oh -- no, you just wear it. Or as long as you can keep it on you, the magic's instant. [ He nods to it, his eyes now lingering on the design as he recalls- ] It's the same as I was talking 'bout earlier. A pal, he wore one like that. Figured it'd be easier to get on when I remembered the straps.
[ Compared to the ones he had that might need reshaping for a larger arm. ]
It might get funny 'bout other people putting magic spells on you - you know, with the magic protection. And if people try and grab you, even a friend. But other than that...
[ He's a slow shake of his head, nothing else to really offer when it comes down to it. It was magic, it did the stuff it did. ]
But if you're healing yourself or doing anything to you, it's fine. Doesn't get in the way.
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I know it's just two of 'em but I've been workin' on some preventative stuff. That an' Della agreed to help me invest in somethin'.
[Which he'd loosely mentioned to Tidus. He planned to talk to Hera about it, too.]
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Regardless, he hasn't forgotten about that conversation concerning Della, and while he's feeling back for the headgear pieces, his eyes brighten in a way to hear it alluded to. ]
The simulation? I asked her about that! She's real excited. [ And it's a point he makes warmly, fondly. ] Madoka says she'll take a go - bet she'll be nervous, but Madoka's good. She'll have fun!
[ Eventually. Probably. ]
TYPE CORRECTLY NERD /yells at self
[He just sounds baffled by the whole thing, but he's very protective of 'em so maybe that's actually what they sense.]
[Hell if he even knows.]
I figure she'd do good. I been teachin' her Centaurian archery. She's real determined which is honestly the most important part of learnin' anything. And I taught my boy to fly when he was ten so she's plenty old enough to pick it up. [He definitely sounds really proud of her, of them both.]
it's ok, grammar is for nerds
He just goes 'huh', thoughtful, but he isn't going to question Yondu's magical teenage girl powers. ]
Madoka's strong. [ That though, he can say without a doubt. What he knows about her - a story that isn't his to share, but gives his own proud expression a subtle dip in the brow. ] She's been here even longer than me, seen people come and go... I'm glad that you two get along! I mean, Madoka's a hard girl to hate.
[ And he doubts Wangji feels anything close to that for her either, but- still. ]
That Centaurian archery doesn't involve that arrow of yours, don't it? [ There's a hint of a joke, though he knows- ] I've seen her with a bow and arrow. Man, that was the mission it was real cold... glad you guys aren't getting the 'wander up literal snow mountains with snowstorm' missions again. Those computer ones have got to be easier than that.
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Nah, my arrow is connected to- [he taps the fin on his head] -and that's its own big thing. Traditionally we do bow an' arrow, an' we got a special metal that responds to sound. So I rigged up her arrows with some of that metal.
Sorta a 'welcome to the family' gesture.
['Cause in his eyes, he was finally bothering to build himself a little tribe. He'd ordered some of the Yaka for that.]
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In case you don't already know pops, she loves cute animals. And plush toys. Oh yeah, and art, 'course. I remember seeing you and her hanging out on art day.
[ Heh. ]
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[Yondu has no problem picking up cute shit. He has his little figurine collection so it's no damage to him.]
[Also, Oh god. Art day. Not just the glitter but the start of an embarrassing situation. Not so much what Madoka did, but the fact that he said out loud all the reasons he was fond of a particular big bastard and she pointed out that him liking his smile meant that he had it worse than he thought.]
[She's damn perceptive in the worst little way like that.]
I'm doin' what I can. My boy didn't like cute shit quite as much. He was more into music. So it's been an adjustment. [At least with Kyoko that much is predictable.]
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Guess the kids aren't wrong then. I should upgrade to callin' you Blue Pops. [ Instead of boss. Heheh. It's certainly cute to hear about, and cute wasn't what Tidus was expecting to be going on here.
But there might be a reason for it, and that does have a question he's sorta wanted to ask. Though there's a pause, and... ]
Actually, I was wondering... You mind if I ask you something personal? About- well. Being dead.
[ No way to avoid saying that. ]
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[He's usually pretty chill about it, but mostly because he's spent so much of his life around people that were decidedly not chill that a well-meaning joking name doesn't get on his nerves much.]
[The words make him squint, though. Not suspiciously, just that sort of wary 'Oh hell' sort of look, the one that comes with reading more disaster in the news.]
Yeah. Sure.
You got someone you know with that problem?
[There's some gravelly sympathy in his voice. A lot of people here are dead.]
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But I guess I never really asked... you know, you're alive here - you think you can go back? That there's a chance? Why would you just die again if you went back?
[ It's come up before, that belief; and maybe it's about not getting one's hopes up, he wants to believe there's a chance. Why can't there be? ]
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[He trails off.]
I died under real particular conditions. I was in space. Which means I had no oxygen, no coverin' besides my clothes, no heat. I froze an' suffocated at the same time. So I sure as shit hope I don't go back.
An' Ravagers, we got this uh... burial thing. We're disintegrated in our ship's engines. Become part of the stars after we die. So if I was respected? I ain't got a body now.
I don't reckon we can go back.
[He rubs the back of his head, though, wincing.]
I mean, but I was thinkin' about it, I ain't above seein' if a body can be cloned and retethered. I was considerin' that. Cause there ain't no rule sayin' a new body cain't be made somehow. I think we cain't go back, but I don't think those of us what died gotta stay dead. I'd be more resigned if it was just me, but I know a lot of the younger folk rely on this train to just exist.
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Aren't you in your own body though? Or- [ he breathes, the conversation complicated just by how little he's sure he knows, but- ] Cassie's mom, Sonya, she showed up beat up and needing a wheelchair. And people who should be dead - they have bodies too still, right? You're not a...Unsent, are you? A ghost? Spirit?
[ He moves his hands a little like juggling, and he is juggling between the different words that seem to mean the same thing. ]
Like, even if you should be dead or obliterated or nothing of you left, there is! ...We just don't know where you're gonna show up.
[ ...which is a problem, for Yondu. ]
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The doctors here can still heal us. They can test our DNA. The gods what can detect souls can find ours. So these are pretty damn convincin' replica bodies. Then you got the people who 'leave'. Who just vanish an' stop rememberin', then you see 'em walk off the train. Then suddenly the next thing they remember is a platform. Wherever they end up, they don't remember.
[He spreads his hands.]
There's a lotta this tetherin' stuff I need to find out.
[Just in case they find themselves in an emergency. He needs to figure out how they can safely get that 'out'. He doesn't count on everything running smoothly forever.]
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I think tethering... well, the way it's supposed to be, there's the you where you are, then there's...a midway point? Then there's us in the void. So normally, there's three points? But that doesn't make sense if we're dead, right? I mean - there's a place on my world, but then, what about the people who have bodies? Or...why don't they show up as spirits when other spirits show up here, right?
[ So why wouldn't a guy like Yondu be a spirit if he showed up dead, when other ghosts show up that way? ]
I know we're not on the train when our names turn gold. [ He bends a finger with that point. ] So I guess that's, like... the train losing connection with us. And when we leave on the platforms... [ Here, his brow knits for a moment. ] You know, I've always wondered if that's really us, or just... a trick. It doesn't make sense, right? We disappear from the train, but then we come back on a platform?
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[He frowns deeply at all the implications. There'd be no reason the train should give them some kind of peace of mind.]
I didn't wanna die. But I was ready for it an' I knew I'd lived a long life. [Not a good one. But a long one. He made it longer than some.] There's a bunch of y'all that are teens an' younger that ain't made it that long an' barely had a chance to do anything.
I think as a last ditch resort, very last ditch 'we're runnin' out of choices', we pull a Jack with y'all. Just save up all that makes ya you an' make you a new body. He ain't the best example, Ansem knows plenty about others.
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Would that work? If people are in their own bodies- what are you doing? How do you put someone in a new one?
[ But that's what he immediately questions. He doesn't know anything about body switching process, or how something like that would work. Or even much about this Jack guy (except, that might be that annoying loudmouth that bugs the ICP at nights-). ]
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