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    A sweeping deck sprawls out in front of the children, tipping on its side as the ship seems to move like a feather with the force of their mere bodies onboard. More than that: the ship feels alive, massive masts bending forth as their sails billow towards the children in what must be a hello! The railings of the ship contain a variety of ancient relics, from golden rope stained with the mantle of the earth to nets that may have caught fifty-meter long sea beasts in their day of legend. Anachronisms of time lie here too: for Archaea seems to have discovered both the secrets of the seas onboard this ship yet also set sail what must have been mere months ago. A knowing smile plops onto Troy’s face as he lurches onto the ship too, losing his balance on the deck and falling flat to his face!

    “Our sanctuary!” he exclaims with a muffled voice. His index finger swirls in the air while his face continues to talk into the rusted wooden boards lining the deck. “All of us, living here at one point or another.” Eventually, Troy scoops himself off the floor, gathering the scattered gears of his body as he does so, still managing to drop every gear part of himself for every one that he picks up. Meanwhile, a crystal clear voice begins singing against the crystal clear sky.

    “Someone! Someone to speak to you,” comes Troy’s elated trill. A little murmur of disappointment leaves the boy as he yet again drops another gear part of himself, gathered in his arms. At this point, half of his arm is missing, with pieces in his other arm. His foot’s holding one piece too, lodged between his toes, but he gasps as another singular part of him goes rolling down the deck! The twine of his rolling gear against the floorboards ceases in a dull thud as the gear falls down a creak in the ship. Troy gasps, sprinting towards the chipped stairs heading down to the next level of the ship!

    Meanwhile, the feminine voice lifts from the aftercastle tucked onto the far end of the deck in one orotund lilt. The words are not recognizable; with whatever language this is, it must have been lost somewhere in the span of societal development. The voice invites, singing to maybe its audience but really no one in particular but the mighty blue sky above in this odd world, narrating a story of true love and lost history. The voice emerges from the aftercastle, but before the girls also lies the entire deck, the secrets buried between every fold of the sails, the unknown lessons lying underneath the deck, the lost Troy heading for yet another gear… where will they go?

    Lucca perches outside, criss-crossing their long legs atop a floofy cloud. Their face lands in their chin, hazel eyes scintillating as they try to discern whether the monumental vehicle before them is yet objectively true or somehow false. Before them, the meticulous details become both more concise and blurred, as if they can’t look at it and see the entire ship, only parts. Lucca straightens up. Breathing deeply, they feel all physical sensation leave them as they enter a familiar state of meditation.


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    The ship was every bit as incredible as Cam would've expected, a twisting mass of decks and sails that unfolded before her.

    (She'd won the race, of course. But she was really good at running. Wingnut said so).

    "Hello, ship!" she shouted to the ship, because that was how you greeted people and that was how you greeted machines, too, especially ones that were as old and respectable as this one. The ship hummed back a response, one that shivered across its sails and boards and all the way to its core, and she almost wanted to introduce the ship to Wingnut, too. It was almost like how Mom had tried to get her to play with the son of that old codgy guy from the Council, back when Mom still arranged playdates for her and before Mom had realized that Cam didn't really play well with kids her age.

    She hadn't tried to launch him off the wall to see if he was more aerodynamic than her and thus better at using her homemade flight propulsion system, honest.

    But anyway. Cam remembered that awkward moment where they'd both been standing behind their parents, peering out like frightened puppies, and then Mom had nudged her forward and they'd met. She almost wanted to do this with Wingnut, almost, but she didn't want to inflict that kind of awkward meeting on him as well if the ship didn't want to play with him.

    And besides. It was a very nice ship and she didn't want Wingnut to launch it somewhere.

    Clunk.

    Cam turned to where Lucca was directing her, enticed by whispers in a different language that Cam didn't fully understand. There was a message in those words, the same kind of indecipherable that the ship's greeting had held, and Cam took a hesitant step forward.

    Clunk.

    Pigtails blew backward in the breeze, each powerful draft of the ship on the deck sending fresh air across her face. There was a mystery ahead, the kind that would never cease to draw her in.

    Clunk.

    But

    Clunk.

    there was

    Clunk.

    something

    Clunk.

    shiny.

    Behind her, Troy was fumbling with his arms, which were slowly falling off into a pool of gears and rolling down below deck.

    Cam cringed in sympathy; she honestly knew the feeling of literally watching her arm fall apart (back before she'd figured out that you needed couplers to keep the shafts attached. Oops). And it wasn't particularly fun. She watched Troy sprinting downstairs after the rest of his body and only spared a moment longer at the shrine that whispered in a language unknown. Mysteries could wait; there was a deep sort of camaraderie between two mechanical arms that went beyond any other thing Cam knew. "Hold up, Troy!" she shouted over the archaic whisperings. "I'm coming!"

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    KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK

    Cam seems far more excited about the cold, apathetic steel structure than she does. The behemoth reeks of unnatural things, of harsh metal she associated with weapons of blood and with bullets that shred and poison meat. Wide, stormy eyes watch Troy take off below, and then also watch as her companion takes off to follow him.

    "Wait!" she tries to cry out, but it comes out as a weak whimper, lost beneath the sound of the primal, lilting melodies and the groan of the airship in the pressure of the atmosphere. She stares down at the yawning, shadowed entrance of the belly of the beast. Brows furrow. Gaze hardens. Her heart quickens with a residual panic the longer she glares down into the gaping abyss that her other two companions have descended into. Aput growls uneasily within her, and she shakes her head in agreement with his unease. The last thing she wants to do is be swallowed by this unnatural, mechanical creature--well, not willingly, anyway.

    Lilting vocals ring in her ears and she turns her head to gaze toward the aftcastle. A chill races down the length of her arms, suddenly cold beneath her parka. There is something primal to the language there, something older than time itself, perhaps. Something natural, warm in contrast to the way it echoes hollowly against the ship's plates. She knows then that that's where she'd rather go, so she begins to take careful steps toward the voice. Aput stands on guard within her. Her ears alternate between pushing forward attentively and pinning nervously back against her hair. Tails slip from beneath the edge of her parka, swirling anxiously as she approaches the sound.


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    a post otherwise known as Troy totally has himself together lololol
    I apologize for the v late reply - I'll be back to regular posting!

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    Something subtle shifts.

    Before Lucca can fully capture the extent of the consciousness wrapping around them all disappears.

    “Cam, Cam!” Troy sung, all smiles towards the girl who decided to help him out. He waved a hand towards her, dropping another small gear in the process. “Whoops!” the boy cried, his eyes darting towards the descending staircase. That little gear ticked its way towards the bottom, meeting the edge of a door before slipping through its bottom. His face distorted briefly into exasperation before he beamed up at Cam, grey skin brightening! “Archaea! Inside you’ll see!” With not another word, Troy reached up to turn the handle with his one good hand. The rusted knob scraped against his skin.

    Slowly, another gear clicked into place.

    Kit approached the haunting melody that melted into the sky. The closer the vulpine PokeSoul approached, the more visible the aura emitting from the aftercastle became. It wove in and out in curtains of black and blue, aurora lights that may too have been an anachronism of time and space. Slowly, the door of the small compartment swung open to her, and an intangible caress coiled about her, calling to her. The singing grew more melodic by each note, more powerful, yet quieter for each step closer -

    “This is?... What?” Troy absently asked Cam. The door that opened before them revealed a vast black plain. A bulb went off in Troy, illuminating his features as he smiled. “Darkness! Is the word!” he exclaimed as he breezily stepped through the entrance. His feet and lower torso were sucked into the vast black for his first step, and he whipped his back at Cam with a sad smile. “Gears! I apologize,” the boy said before bending down to all fours. Like that, Troy’s silhouette became soaked in the darkness of the lower deck.

    What Kit sees is a manifestation of fantasy and familiarity. Whatever you miss, whatever home may be: here it is, the fantasy promises, as the child walks forth. The specter who sings its notes loud, without warning, stops when it envisions her: child of known, come closer, it begs her with words that only she can hear. An insidious aura coats the outside of the aftercastle once its door swings in from the other side. But within is warm and kind, filled with shelves that shine with antiques of old. The modern metal and cold pipes disappear almost entirely in this room. Musty air rolls out in thick plumes of dust that die in the hands of the specter that invites her to come closer. “Where shall we go?” it asks her in the softest of tones, its words fluid in a language she may recognize.

    The last gear spins at an uncontrollable rate before slamming into the wider machine.

    Troy lurches forth, his face slamming into the boat for the third time that day! “Yowch!” the PokeSoul murmurs, picking himself up and attempting to steady himself against the surge of the ship. “Forward? How so?” he asks, his eyes darting back and forth in their dark space. Suddenly, a low growl rolls out, vibrating through the aged wooden panels. Tufts of hair glisten in the darkness as the creature shifts, sliding along the body of yet another enormous beast lurking down here. A lone light lies at the top of this room, clanking vacantly on exposed pipes. Troy realized then that they were trapped.

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    KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK

    The lights. They strike something deep within her, something guttural and raw. Eyes grow wide and breath grows shallow, quiet as she stares at the dancing auroras. With every step, though, the melody she seeks grows more faint. Ears pin back against dark hair and her gait quickens a bit. Wait! her mind calls, dreading that behind the portal that leads inside, the source is fleeing. Like a child chasing a butterfly, she falls right into it.

    Aput knows better. His instincts are stronger and every bit of him screams at her to leave. His snarls rise high above anything else until they deafen her, and yet they still can't block out the whispers of the melody that lures her in like a siren call. And as she moves, it raises around her--mountains, mountains of ice and snow, framing a valley that leads to the sea, the sea that devours bloody, evening sun. Jaw gapes as she moves forward. She stops when the singing stops, startled by the halt of the sound she'd been chasing. Stormy eyes fall upon the spectre, the thing that had beckoned her.

    Even as Aput screams, she can do nothing but believe that it is a spirit.

    Where shall we go?

    Kit knows the answer. She's known the answer her whole life and she knows the answer as the warmth of the aftcastle's interior envelopes her and teeth of this metaphorical Venus flytrap closes overhead. And yet, and yet, her voice still quivers when she whispers the word:

    "home."

    The lurch of the ship sends her to the knees, bruising palms as they clash into the metal. Head swims, conscience fighting through Aput's cries even as she looks up to meet the gaze of her maker.

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    It's almost like that story Mom told her once, about the two kids who got lost in the forest and tried to drop bread crumbs along the way in order to find their way out. Cam never liked that story; there was something uncomfortable about imagining wandering around looking for both parents that made her stomach churn in a special way that meant she would always bury her head and forget about the story before it was quite finished. But this was a lot like that story, except instead of a dark forest it was a big ol' ship, and instead of bread crumbs it was gears, so that automatically made the story a lot more interesting.

    "Wingnut and I could lend you something for your gears," Cam said as she trailed after Troy, watching the strange boy scuttle deeper into the ship, shedding bits of himself as he did so. "I think we only have retaining rings and those are really hard to get in if your shafts aren't grooved but--"

    Cam realized what she'd been ignoring before. The gears were going somewhere, trailing into the belly of the ship, and they'd just reached the place where everything slammed into place. The darkness was intense, enough to make her pull up and to send a chill down the back of her neck, but Troy seemed to welcome it, so it couldn't be that bad. Right?

    And then the darkness started to growl at them.

    Cam yelped, trying to take a step backward, but she realized that they had lost their way in the darkness, and she could not retrace their steps the way they had just come this was just like the stupid story.

    You know what to do, Wingnut said quietly.

    And Cam did. She really did. She'd done this before, mostly in situations just like this one, but that didn't really make it easy.

    Calm. Collect. Charge. It was easier said than done, easier thought than said, and really hard anyway. Wingnut told her it was easy, but he'd never convince her. Cam raised her mechanical palm and held it outstretched, flinching away from it, but she forced herself to look forward. Wingnut would help her. She looked at her hand, the metal almost invisible in the darkness ahead of her, and she willed the sparks into existence.

    They didn't come.

    "I'm doing it wrong," Cam whispered, panic starting to climb up her throat. "I'm doing it wrong." And then concern rushed through her like a rising tide, and she felt her stomach somersaulting in her chest. They were stuck in near-darkness and she didn't know what to do and she couldn't make it better and she couldn't see Troy and "Hello?" she called out to the growling darkness. "Troy? Are you there?"

    We are watching a million horror movies when we get back so that you never do this again, Wingnut scolded her, sputtering indignantly, and they both waited for the inevitable.

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    ME TRYNA MAKE THIS PLOT COME FULL CIRCLE LMAO
    ALMOST THERE <3

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    Home, come home, the voice urges again with insidious intent, faked familiarity. The entity enjoys the young girl’s answer and swoops closer to the young girl with arms outstretched. Clouds of mist stream out, surrounding the two of them, willing them closer together in this trap which pins hearts for the feasting. The arms that reach out to her begin as human, sweet melodies weaving through the mist, until a monster known as yearning and longing emerges at the forefront.

    The arms reaching for Kit are no longer human. They shorten, cracked at the joints, rusted skin near-shattering with ancient age. Let us come home with you, Kit, it sings, magenta irises nearly imploding the small, circular face for all its excitement.

    Cam and Troy stand suspended in the echoing silence at the bottom of the ship. Something groans within the ship as it accelerates forward, and then all quiets to the point where Troy thinks he may have gone deaf. Then a realization hits him and he politely answers, “Rings which retain! Yum-!”

    But his joy is all cut off by the scuttling sensation that spreads across his whole body, silencing him, suffocating him by suspending his gears. The robotic PokeSoul shakes and shivers, the small gears within him spasming out, attempting to work on overdrive to counteract the force of his larger gears stopping. The momentum inching all across his body weighs him down, sending him crashing to the floor with a cacophony of thuds. Voice resonates across their dark basement space, his catching breaths caught on the metallic grip of whatever imprisons him.

    Home, we cannot let anything stop us from getting home, a whimsical voice nearly sings. You understand, right? We of Archaea will return home, with or without you. Said voice deepens at the tone. Its tone sinks into the far depths of evil just as the ship bullets downwards, sending Troy’s body crashing to the ground, across a far wall, giving him the opportunity he needs to yell “Cam!” over the black substance strangling his face.

    “The technological innovation,” Lucca cries, snapping out of the control of the consciousness that clamped down mighty jaws upon them. “We would have never thought it was here, lying in wait for us at the sands of time, betraying the very name of Archaea… the one and only.” Lucca concentrates, insane calm clouding over the worry running rife in the spirit’s soul. The next moment, enormous swans crafted of glass swell outwards from the sky, bulleting straight down for their creator. The Celebi PokeSoul huffs as they board, speeding straight ahead for the ship going out of control.

    Something cracks through the center of the ship, electricity coming alive. The light in the middle of their dark room bursts with illumination that flies over the forms of gargantuan Pokemon, each one made of metal and gears. On aged, rusted limbs they stalk forward, seeking to claim the children for themselves.

    “Magearna.” Lucca races towards them!

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    "Troy!" Cam screamed darkness rises up and devoured the boy, arresting his motion and worrying away at his limbs and devouring him until all the gears and legs and cogs and arms were gone, eaten up by a starving mass of unadulterated terror. Cam's eyes were the size of dinner plates, not just from trying to strain to see him in the darkness, but no matter how many times she tried to call it, the spark of thunder would not come. She couldn't make the electricity crackle out; couldn't defend him; couldn't help as they all began crashing down and the sweet voice chanting about Archaea and home and return turned ever darker, a chorus of screaming over the gentle cries of the ship that bore downward.

    What was this? Cam's half-smile was still on her lips; the shock hadn't even set in enough for it to fully fade. She'd followed a trail of gears here on a mechanical marvel and suddenly they were all plunging downward and it was all falling apart and it was her fault somehow, somehow she could fix this, but --

    Let me help, Wingnut said fiercely, his presence like a beacon of light in her mind. We can still fix this!

    "They'll only come after you, too," Cam whispered back, numb, the scene already playing out for them both in her head, tarlike substance washing over his wings and pinioning him to the ground as Cam screamed for her heart while it was being ripped out of her chest.

    The response was something Cam had never experienced before, and for once she felt like she and Wingnut were two separate entities; his disgust roiled through her like a heat wave; shame bigger than words simmered up. We were meant to do more than stand by and watch the suffering of others, he said coldly to her, and it felt like she was brushing up against the livewire of something vastly older and more complex than she had ever imagined him to be, than she had ever imagined herself to be, than she had ever imagined them to be.

    And then the final strange thing happened: Wingnut summoned himself, ripping free from her hand and erupting in a wave of motors and gears. Wings stayed folded tight to his body as he tipped down, down, down, alongside the tilting deck of the ship and away from the frizzy-haired girl who didn't quite understand or control him, toward the writhing mass of darkness that they hope still contained some vestige of Troy.

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    (( BACK INTO GEAR WE GO ))



    KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK

    She is a child, and a terribly naive one. One would think that in her loathing for technology, Kit would be adept at discerning when things were fake, when they were impure, when they were disingenuous. But a part of her young mind wants to badly to be home, so badly to return to where she could be a child again, that she reaches for the mechanical arms and mechanical body that so sweetly beckons her toward what she dreams of.

    Aput's screaming heightens. It splits her ears and it splits her brain, and then she realizes it's not his screams that are splitting her apart, but his claws and his fangs and his fire.

    Eyes snap wide open, pitch pupils devouring olive iris as he strikes her conscience down in one swift blow. Flame explodes from her body in all directions in one short but searing burst as Aput takes control. Body temperature soars. Fire streaks toward ancient arms. The crumpled girl's head snaps upward, a new energy bursting from young form. Kit is in there, somewhere, but whether or not she's awake isn't something Aput could process at the moment. He sees acutely what Kit had been too naive to see. Through the flames, the twisted metal's aura burns a bright, brilliant red, so different from the icy affinity the girl held close. Red was rage, red was fire, and fire was destruction, and while fire would always be everything that Kit would not want to be, it was everything that Aput already was, and would ever be.

    His hand snaps for their dagger and jerks it from its sheath. Flame licks at its surface as he lashes out at the beast's leftward mechanical arm. Inhuman snarl surges from their lips. Pointed teeth bare as he does what he always does best: save their lives.

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    yassssss!!

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    The young one’s answer is of caution; there is love for this being that belongs to to her, within her, held ever close to the heart. The sounds of twisted and torn metal reverberate across that dark cargo space, atrocity reflected by only a sliver of light from above. Metal shavings bounce off Troy’s body, voice disconnected, sensations and emotions hurled every which way as a metal beast literally tears him apart. The young one unwillingly releases Wingnut, who flies free and heads towards the boy whose life slips through fading sight.

    Archaea’s answer is to take Troy away. To imbue him with the hatred of the lost souls who’ve been left to die over the course of eons, unsettled and unwavering in their resentment of any and all. When Wingnut collides into the metal beast, Troy’s hand reaches out to him. But it is no longer that discombobulated bucket of bolts held together by a rusty excuse for a wrist. The metal beast falls, heaving in and out, iron lungs deflating in obsoletion; and another monster arises, a vestige of Troy disrupted by the demons of time.

    “Metal machine build cool teach… friend?” a boy’s voice rings out among the crescendoing clamber of metal. Voice deepens into the low pitch of an adult’s, tampered by insidious intent. In the low-hanging light, the sound of one-hundred gears thrown onto the boy’s body becomes sight. The metal beast from earlier, defeated, dissolved on sight onto to be assembled upon the body belonging to the one once named Troy. “Friend?” a statement, a question, a defiance of what was once his. Startling cyan eyes burst from circles of steel; bunches of wires make up muscles, a nine-foot body that’s equal parts grace and power. And zero parts Troy. The beast lunges towards Cam with a right hook -

    On the other side of the ship, a lost child responds with affection. Her other half reacts with rage, spitting fire out that soaks the tops of the wooden floorboards in its tenacity. The being at the center of its anger, the metal-makings of a maid of legend, laughs haughtily at the outrage! “You dare defy your home?” the beast calls with saccharine kindness. Then the dagger aims towards leftwards arm - and Magearna’s reaction is to extend her own arm, to clash metal on metal with the machination. “You too must go home,” monstrous steel fairy hisses, face practically melting off its first layer of steel. Underneath that layer is a series of rusted circles of metal; she laughs again, in her searing agony and pain, before lifting both arms upwards.

    A series of magenta shields surrounds her, a crafty shield which stops her burning but also reflects an image of the thing Kit loves the most. Her skills are dirty, but the images are crisp and clean; and on the other side of reality, the steel fairy’s restoring herself slowly, rehatching her face with a disturbing display of legendary skill.

    They will be mine, and Ours of Archaea, her voice screams to Lucca as they finally board the ship again. A cluster of clogs soar towards Lucca, who recognizes instantly spare parts from - Troy? - and the spirit begins its resistance.



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