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Hey Hi Hello I have too many blogs!
(Not telling you which mod this is, but I'll give you a hint: 3 of my other blogs are part of small side groups) ______________________________________________________________ All Aboard! Welcome to the Goldracht Express, finest shop to ride the rails! I am Azothel, your humble shopkeep, conductor, and engineer! If you find one of my popup stations, just wait awhile and I'm sure to make a stop, and offer you wares you won't find anywhere else!
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
I believe this train's driver is somewhere here. Come on, Ghost (I never even learned your name)! Let's look for them!
*looks at Tommy angrily*
HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE, INGRID?!
I'm right behind you. Lead the way.
The clanking gets closer, and a door opens. A stranger, with sandy hair and gray armor, looks around the inside of the train car.
Hmm... Oh! Enrique! What are you doing here?
When you stop moving, and there's a moment of silence, you all realize you can hear... something. Quiet static, fading and coming back like the crashing of waves. Its coming from the next car up, which should be the engine cab. Every now and again, you can just barely make out what seem to be broken, stuttering lines of dialogue.
Yup. That's probably the train driver. They're probably not feeling well if they sound like that.
*Tommy attempts to reach into the engine cab, but fails*
Don't worry, Tommy! I can help!
*Ingrid reaches into the engine cab and tries to locate the source of the broken dialogue*
(Enrique starts crawling into the wall and then clips? Or teleports? Into the engine cab.)
Wait! Come back-
Semi seems to really want Enrique's attention. Why? For what purpose?
The cab is surprisingly dark, the windows and the gap between it and the car behind have been covered by leaves and branches. The whole "room", already small in good condition, has been crumpled in. Crouching in the corner, completely still, you see Azothel. She mutters to herself in glitched lines, her eyes emitting the only light in the cab in the form of static. Every now and again you can see flashes of... something. It's incomprehensible to you, especially with your sentience stripped from you.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
I believe this train's driver is somewhere here. Come on, Ghost (I never even learned your name)! Let's look for them!
*looks at Tommy angrily*
HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE, INGRID?!
I'm right behind you. Lead the way.
The clanking gets closer, and a door opens. A stranger, with sandy hair and gray armor, looks around the inside of the train car.
Hmm... Oh! Enrique! What are you doing here?
When you stop moving, and there's a moment of silence, you all realize you can hear... something. Quiet static, fading and coming back like the crashing of waves. Its coming from the next car up, which should be the engine cab. Every now and again, you can just barely make out what seem to be broken, stuttering lines of dialogue.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Hold up. I'll check the engine.
Let's get going. I'm right behind you. See any trouble?
(Enrique follows Tommy.)
The clanking gets closer, like it's coming from behind you. Is this a friend, or a foe?
The door is stuck fast, but with a good deal of effort you're able to pry it open just wide enough to squeeze through yourself. This car was the main "checkout" area, with Azothel's counter and less shelves than the other cars. Burst pipes hang from the ceiling, dripping fluids onto the carpet that cast an eerie glow on everything. It faintly sizzles.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Hey, why are you thingies pointing at me? I didn't do anything! It's the ghost's fault one of yours is hurt!
(Enrique stops breathing heavily.)
Oh! You're friendly! My mistake! So sorry! I'm not myself you see. I'm not myself you see. I'm-
(Their voice glitches.)
So sorry!
(Enrique casts a healing spell. It has no effect.)
Well, I suppose we should get going, boss! Where to next?
(They stare expectantly at Tommy.)
A clanking echoes from somewhere in the train. Something, or someone, is active in one of the other train cars.
Now that Enrique has stopped attacking the trapped homunculus, the others help it get free. It snarls weakly at you, and scampers away towards the engine, the same direction you heard the clanking come from. The remaining homonculi grumble, but go back to cleaning the train as best they can, giving you both the cold shoulder all the while. The forward door on this car is open wide, but the corresponding door on the next seems wedged in place, only open enough for the small clay beings to squeeze through.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
I think we should help these things.
(Enrique notices Tommy, and attempt to enter a combat stance again. This fails, and Enrique then waves both their hands.)
Oh! You're friendly, my mistake! We must slay these monsters! ARGHHHH!!!
(Enrique used BlueYellowKnife! Their right hand changes into the shape of a blade, and they bring it down on the head of the gargoyle. A critical hit! 2 damage.)
DIE MONSTER! YOU'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! In the name of the red star. DIE!
(2 damage again. 1 damage. 1 damage. 1 damage. They're breathing heavily, apparently out of stamina.)
The homonculus screeches and whimpers, trying to bat you away as you cleave off small pieces of its soft clay body. Some of the others drop their duties and hover around you, wanting to stop you but unsure how to do it safely. They clamour and bark, pointing at Tommy and miming pulling Enrique away
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Okay, maybe the driver didn't go kaput.
(Enrique crawls through one of the doors. Enrique does not seem to have noticed Tommy.)
I heard something! Hello? KRGH! Monster! Hello? Danger? ARGHH!!! Must have been the wind. I'll find you, enemy! Attack! I'll not run! Hello? Are you alright? Stop right there! To arms! Time to die! Hello? Are you injured? No! Injured! Are you alright? I heard something!
(They appear to be trying to enter a combat animation, seemingly attempting to draw a sword. Which is difficult, when you are unarmed. They also keep ragdolling when it attempts it, due to their lack of legs, damaging it.)
There are a number of small, gargoyle-like homunculi in the dim train car, flitting about on heavy wings and trying to restore the toppled wares that fell off their shelves in the crash, talking to eachother and seemingly arguing in a strange, guttural language. One of them though is trapped, pinned under a rack that had fallen over. It seems to be the source of the yelping you heard, and when it notices the two of you it starts gesturing pleadingly with its free arm.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
(Enrique is blankly staring off into space. Upon hearing the crash, they begin crawling towards the train, evidently not sure if it's a threat or not.)
What was that? Uh oh! Danger? I should investigate. Danger? Maybe someone is injured! Danger?
(Their voice keeps switching between poorly done default lines and it's actual voice.)
A number of the train doors manage to pull open at your approach, including a few where debris from the tree happened to make a convenient ramp or ladder. Quiet squabbling can be heard inside, and yelping.
Some time after Set's check-in, Azothel is running the Goldracht. Maintaining the flow of the proper alchemical reagents to keep the engine running efficiently, checking her timetables for when she needs to reach the next stop, guiding the tracks along through the terrain near John's castle. She is silent, but as content as an NPC can be. But then her vision starts to cloud. The terrible knowledge that Set had so kindly tried to hide away for Azothel began to peel away at the flimsy facade, as if it had only just realised there was any sort of barrier at all and was taking its time getting back to her. She saw not her train, but some vast void. Garbled text floated past, indecipherable to her simple, feeble mind. The invisible faces of greater beings reared themselves, beings that her behaviour pathways could not apply to. It all came crashing back to her, slowly, like a meandering landslide. Azothel could no longer see the Goldracht Express or the land around it, fully consumed by the horrible vision that showed her everything and nothing, overwhelming her with so much broken, scattered information that she had no way, no reason, to put together and try to comprehend. But suddenly, it's gone. Her sight returned, the knowledge thrust upon her becoming little mire than a searing memory, sitting derelict in her automated mind, ignored by procedures that cannot apply. Azothel reaches for the controls, but her hand does not move. She's frozen in place, forced to watch with apathy and perhaps a hint of primal, consuming terror as the train veers towards a massive tree.
A thunderous crash resounds across the landscape as the Goldracht collides with the ancient oak, splintering it to the ground as the train is thrown off its rails. If it was capable of taking damage that wasn't superficial, the train would be completely destroyed. As it is, the Goldracht lays battered and crumpled, burst pipes and damaged vents spewing neon-coloured alchemical smog, raising up like a vibrant smoke signal.
“Hello there!! You are a merchant conductor right?”
@settinggeneral
Azothel is no longer T-posing, but now she's frozen, leaning on the counter like she was mid-conversation. Static still flickers across her lenses.
“:/ huh… uhmmm oh!!”
[set reloads azothel’s assets]
“That working? Weird…”
The static clears, and her animation resumes playing. "Oh, yo-you sn-n-nuck up on me! me! Greetings, traveller-er, welcome to the Goldracht Express, finest shopopop to rrRrride the rails! I'-nductor-ductor, engineer, and shopkeeper-er! I'm I'm I'm your humble con-conduct-nd shopkeeper! What's your name name name name, friend?" Her animations stutter and jump along with her voice, and although she doesn't show it, there's a sense of fear and confusion.
[he steps back. Tail swaying behind him]
“There’s something… wrong.. when did this problem start??”
[his ears fall back, determined to get to the bottom of this before going through with his job. Even so this would help his job work easier]
“Maybe it has something to do with your character..??”
[he pulls up a few different screens to search for the issue]
"Hello, [wrong]! Augh, help, help!" She switches immediately from her normal animation to cowering, almost as if she was trying to use a default animation to point at her head. You eventually find something, her AI struggling to process information she's clearly not supposed to have. Information that has dug its way into her simple mind, her very being, that makes your own mind hurt just trying to get a vague understanding, even with sentience.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh okay, idea!!! Best idea ever in my opinion. Why don’t we… reset your mind completely!!! ^^ yeah so you don’t have to deal with these icky thoughts that i can’t understand!”
[his head head spun all the way around while looking at the merchant.]
“Doesn’t matter if you say yes or no anyways. It’s easier this way, think of it as a helpful gift ^^”
She bows at you enthusiastically. "Thank-ank-ank you kindly, kindly, kindly, [wrong]! [wrong]! [wrong][wrong][wrong][wrong]! Augh, it hurts! So-help me!"
“Perfect, okie dokie”
[he starts resetting the information that the merchant has to be purely what they were coded with.]
“Poor conductor… who could’ve done such a thing… oh yeah it was a person named John. Hft! So rude”
Every time you attempt to remove part of the harmful information, it deals damage to Azothel, and quickly regenerates.
“Dang-… ahm… that’s no good…”
[he tried taking the memory and locking it away from azothel’s regular memory]
It seems to work for a few moments, Azothel calming down and returning to her counter, but it quickly comes back to her, the static overwhelming her eyes again as she covers in fear and pain. Fear? Pain? No, that can't be right. She's just an NPC. She doesn't feel that. She can't even comprehend it. So why is she starting to understand things she can't comprehend, things her simulated mind can't feel?
“Horrible!! ^^ I’ll get you fixed up don’t worry-“
[he got frantic. Now trying to just make all those things John had showed the merchant to be an illusion. Making them look horribly fake]
The static lessens, and it looks to you like it's pretty much gone, and Azothel straightens up. "Thank you kindly, [wrong]!" She stretches and yawns. "My, I feel tired. I should be closing up shop soon! I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to get off the train now. See you again sometime, friend!"
[he stared at azothel. Something in him acted]
[getting closer he inspected the conductor]
“Your not done being fixed…”
"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand. Could you ask again?" She looks at you blankly
“…Maybe It’s my imagination haha! You look all better now. Besides. Sentience for npcs would spell trouble. Glad i was able to help!!”
[set patted the merchant and gave her a few pieces of gold as he left]
"Like I always say, a life lived on rails is a life lived well! Farewell, [wrong]!" She watches you leave, and walks down to the caboose to sleep.
I love the uncanny feeling of something/someone not being sentient but not quite seeming non-sentient either
(I'm so sorry if this makes no sense I'm very eepy)
I know, this is such a fun line to toe! Apparently I'm very good at writing horror, at least according to John's mod.
“Hello there!! You are a merchant conductor right?”
@settinggeneral
Azothel is no longer T-posing, but now she's frozen, leaning on the counter like she was mid-conversation. Static still flickers across her lenses.
“:/ huh… uhmmm oh!!”
[set reloads azothel’s assets]
“That working? Weird…”
The static clears, and her animation resumes playing. "Oh, yo-you sn-n-nuck up on me! me! Greetings, traveller-er, welcome to the Goldracht Express, finest shopopop to rrRrride the rails! I'-nductor-ductor, engineer, and shopkeeper-er! I'm I'm I'm your humble con-conduct-nd shopkeeper! What's your name name name name, friend?" Her animations stutter and jump along with her voice, and although she doesn't show it, there's a sense of fear and confusion.
[he steps back. Tail swaying behind him]
“There’s something… wrong.. when did this problem start??”
[his ears fall back, determined to get to the bottom of this before going through with his job. Even so this would help his job work easier]
“Maybe it has something to do with your character..??”
[he pulls up a few different screens to search for the issue]
"Hello, [wrong]! Augh, help, help!" She switches immediately from her normal animation to cowering, almost as if she was trying to use a default animation to point at her head. You eventually find something, her AI struggling to process information she's clearly not supposed to have. Information that has dug its way into her simple mind, her very being, that makes your own mind hurt just trying to get a vague understanding, even with sentience.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh okay, idea!!! Best idea ever in my opinion. Why don’t we… reset your mind completely!!! ^^ yeah so you don’t have to deal with these icky thoughts that i can’t understand!”
[his head head spun all the way around while looking at the merchant.]
“Doesn’t matter if you say yes or no anyways. It’s easier this way, think of it as a helpful gift ^^”
She bows at you enthusiastically. "Thank-ank-ank you kindly, kindly, kindly, [wrong]! [wrong]! [wrong][wrong][wrong][wrong]! Augh, it hurts! So-help me!"
“Perfect, okie dokie”
[he starts resetting the information that the merchant has to be purely what they were coded with.]
“Poor conductor… who could’ve done such a thing… oh yeah it was a person named John. Hft! So rude”
Every time you attempt to remove part of the harmful information, it deals damage to Azothel, and quickly regenerates.
“Dang-… ahm… that’s no good…”
[he tried taking the memory and locking it away from azothel’s regular memory]
It seems to work for a few moments, Azothel calming down and returning to her counter, but it quickly comes back to her, the static overwhelming her eyes again as she covers in fear and pain. Fear? Pain? No, that can't be right. She's just an NPC. She doesn't feel that. She can't even comprehend it. So why is she starting to understand things she can't comprehend, things her simulated mind can't feel?
“Horrible!! ^^ I’ll get you fixed up don’t worry-“
[he got frantic. Now trying to just make all those things John had showed the merchant to be an illusion. Making them look horribly fake]
The static lessens, and it looks to you like it's pretty much gone, and Azothel straightens up. "Thank you kindly, [wrong]!" She stretches and yawns. "My, I feel tired. I should be closing up shop soon! I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to get off the train now. See you again sometime, friend!"
[he stared at azothel. Something in him acted]
[getting closer he inspected the conductor]
“Your not done being fixed…”
"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand. Could you ask again?" She looks at you blankly
you've got the spamton goggles and you got cursed by john to have forbidden knowledge
Eh, fair.
so what you're the exclam spamton and john's gaster? fun
How are so many people making this connection? Is it that obvious? I wasn't even intending it at first! /lh /g
So what is the discord? How much do you comprehend? Do you wanna be a
[BIG SHOT]?
"I'm sorry,- I'm sorry,- I'm sorry,- Augh! That hurts! -hurts! -hurts!"
Wow you got. Fucked up three ways from Sunday huh
"I'm I'm sorry, I don't under-understand. Could you rephrase that?
“Hello there!! You are a merchant conductor right?”
@settinggeneral
Azothel is no longer T-posing, but now she's frozen, leaning on the counter like she was mid-conversation. Static still flickers across her lenses.
“:/ huh… uhmmm oh!!”
[set reloads azothel’s assets]
“That working? Weird…”
The static clears, and her animation resumes playing. "Oh, yo-you sn-n-nuck up on me! me! Greetings, traveller-er, welcome to the Goldracht Express, finest shopopop to rrRrride the rails! I'-nductor-ductor, engineer, and shopkeeper-er! I'm I'm I'm your humble con-conduct-nd shopkeeper! What's your name name name name, friend?" Her animations stutter and jump along with her voice, and although she doesn't show it, there's a sense of fear and confusion.
[he steps back. Tail swaying behind him]
“There’s something… wrong.. when did this problem start??”
[his ears fall back, determined to get to the bottom of this before going through with his job. Even so this would help his job work easier]
“Maybe it has something to do with your character..??”
[he pulls up a few different screens to search for the issue]
"Hello, [wrong]! Augh, help, help!" She switches immediately from her normal animation to cowering, almost as if she was trying to use a default animation to point at her head. You eventually find something, her AI struggling to process information she's clearly not supposed to have. Information that has dug its way into her simple mind, her very being, that makes your own mind hurt just trying to get a vague understanding, even with sentience.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh okay, idea!!! Best idea ever in my opinion. Why don’t we… reset your mind completely!!! ^^ yeah so you don’t have to deal with these icky thoughts that i can’t understand!”
[his head head spun all the way around while looking at the merchant.]
“Doesn’t matter if you say yes or no anyways. It’s easier this way, think of it as a helpful gift ^^”
She bows at you enthusiastically. "Thank-ank-ank you kindly, kindly, kindly, [wrong]! [wrong]! [wrong][wrong][wrong][wrong]! Augh, it hurts! So-help me!"
“Perfect, okie dokie”
[he starts resetting the information that the merchant has to be purely what they were coded with.]
“Poor conductor… who could’ve done such a thing… oh yeah it was a person named John. Hft! So rude”
Every time you attempt to remove part of the harmful information, it deals damage to Azothel, and quickly regenerates.
“Dang-… ahm… that’s no good…”
[he tried taking the memory and locking it away from azothel’s regular memory]
It seems to work for a few moments, Azothel calming down and returning to her counter, but it quickly comes back to her, the static overwhelming her eyes again as she covers in fear and pain. Fear? Pain? No, that can't be right. She's just an NPC. She doesn't feel that. She can't even comprehend it. So why is she starting to understand things she can't comprehend, things her simulated mind can't feel?
“Horrible!! ^^ I’ll get you fixed up don’t worry-“
[he got frantic. Now trying to just make all those things John had showed the merchant to be an illusion. Making them look horribly fake]
The static lessens, and it looks to you like it's pretty much gone, and Azothel straightens up. "Thank you kindly, [wrong]!" She stretches and yawns. "My, I feel tired. I should be closing up shop soon! I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to get off the train now. See you again sometime, friend!"
