#plotting holes

[wasteland-writer]

Me: brain no Brain: brain yes

Brain: *churns out 2 au ideas where my alien King Mar arrives in Sandover before Jnd and co can take of - samos is very not pleased*

Me: One is canon-AU and the other is The Splintered Age-AU - an AU of an AU

[wasteland-writer]

Channeling genetics vary from species to species.  Mar was an alien whose genes are passed down from the parent(s).  Nearly everyone in the House of Mar is a Channeler as a result of Mar’s alien genes, but how easily a Mar can Channel is dependent on native genetics.  Channeling for the rest of the JnD world is based on how resistant an individual is to Eco - the more resistant, the less ease a Mar can Channel.

In Haven’s era, the people live in the middle of a city powered by Dark Eco, which is the base form of all Eco Colors and so tolerance is super-high to all Eco colors, which makes Channeling super-rare outside the House of Mar.

In Sandover’s era, there were a lot more people capable of Channeling.  It used to be more common an even longer time ago.  

[wasteland-writer]

So I went to watch Aqua’s scene on Destiny Islands for the prologue of Into the Thicket, and I decided to crack open the transcript feature, because the auto-english captions are usually terrible and sometimes funny and: 

I got a lovely shot of Sora tbh and he definitely is the spitting image of An the Night.  Also, somehow Aqua’s giggling over the cute kids at 2:00 somehow reads as ‘mine nephew’. 

Sounds like someone was super-disgusted about Terra for some unfathomable reason and didn’t understand his character development.  What even auto-caption?

And this just looks like Aqua’s internal dialogue is a lot less polite than how she talks to people.  Don’t ruin how pure Aqua is for me YouTube!

[wasteland-writer]

Into the Thicket (concept)

It was fortunate her hand was held tightly by the tall dog-like person who apparently was friends with Sora.  She could barely see through her tears, let alone the confusion of awakening in this strange ruin of a building bigger than anything back home on the Islands.  Bigger than anything which could be built back on the Islands.  It frightened her somewhat she hadn’t seen the sky more often than not.

They were besieged every few steps by strange black monsters with glowing eyes.  The fowl-like person leading their headlong charge was attacking back with what could only be magic, trying to keep the forward path clear.  He wasn’t always successful, and she would have to make herself small in whatever nook she could find while the two animal people fought.

Kairi vaguely recognized those protecting her.  She vaguely recollected memories which belonged more to Sora than to her.  It was less conscious thought and more a dream she couldn’t recall but knew she’d dreamed.  It was also distracting, which made her more useless than she already was.  If only Sora was here.  If only Riku was here.

Remembering Riku’s ghostly form holding back the golden eyed monster in human guise chilled her.  She didn’t understand it.  Riku had been an apparition, struggling against something darker than anything Kairi could remember - darker than any of the creatures attacking her and Sora’s friends, though she instinctively knew they were kin.

These creatures...Kairi could feel the tiny sparks of light buried within the darkness which shaped their bodies.  She thought she could hear those sparks crying out, “Lost!  Lost!  So dark!  I am lost! Lost!”

Her own heart ached with sorrow.  They reminded her of sad-angry-jealous-hurting creatures similar but different to these shadows she had seen as a child, which she could only just remember now.  It had been a different kind of darkness which screamed with the voice of a small child from a thousand different creatures..  Kairi could barely remember those creatures who shouted with one voice, infinitely multiplying itself.  While no less heartbreaking, the innumerable voices from these shadows was more nauseating. 

If only she could fight like all her friends or even the kind blue lady with sorrowful eyes which sometimes haunted her dreams.  She had never liked the weight of instruments meant to inflict pain in her hands.  It was a burden and responsibility Kairi now regretted shying away from.  She was dead weight.  Even Tidus with his silly painted broomstick would be more help than she was.

“We’re almost back to the ship, Kairi,” the canine-person said reassuringly.  

Kairi hummed, too out of breath to reply with words just then.  They were on one of the strange basket-cage machines which moved around the giant building they were in.  They had a moment to rest.

“I’m out of Ethers, Goofy,” the fowl-person murmured.

“We’re almost out, Donald,” the other animal-person said reassuringly. “Once we’re back to the ship, we’ll get Kairi safe to Traverse Town.”

Kairi hugged herself, trying not to be discomforted at being left out of the conversation and spoken of as if she weren’t there or just some piece of cargo.

“It’s what Sora would’ve wanted,” Goofy said.

“Sora’s not dead!” she blurted out.  The pair of animal-people looked at her.  She clenched her fists tightly, lowering them to her sides, stiffly controlling her volume, “He’s not dead.”

“He may as well be,” Donald retorted, the angry bite in his words almost accusing.  The look in his eyes told her the bitterness was for someone else, she was just an easy target to snap at.

“I’m not going to think of him like that,” Kairi crossed her arms again, turning away.  “I won’t!”

Awkward silence fell and the transport eventually reached its destination.  Kairi got into a sprint-ready position as the machine slowed down, determined that even if she was dead wight in combat, she wasn’t going to hold them back during flight.