[Audio] Everyone say it with me: Delicious Data

[purplexing]

Greetings all, it is I, Donatello.

Did you know that this Convoy actually has a database full of delicious information? ...okay, maybe not delicious, actually a lot of it is concerning and disturbing WELL HEY it's even more so now!

...

....that...wasn't what I was going for, but anyway!

So I don't know who all is morbidly curious enough to see what all this thing has been compiling of the local fauna- a.k.a. the monsters we've been running into, but it's there. I'm trying to see if I can get the AI to support an audio version. Any volunteers for reading?

Ah, but Donnie's not done yet-

I have also updated the database to include all those lovely details that have been gathered from the latest library in regards to our various transformations, and the possible creatures that we are becoming. Mind, it also includes some contradicting opinions as I can only guess originate from our favorite Wardens and Tears, but after coming from Fort Contradiction, that is hardly a surprise.

For ease of browsing, I've set up a rudimentary terminal in the main Convoy.

You're welcome.


((OOC: Should be no surprise that he's dove headfirst back into things and resumed his horrible sleeping habits because he needs to feel productive. So basically the information in the bestiary and on the various monsters from the guide are available ICly.))

Comments

[purplexing]

I don't think it matters whether we obey them or not- the moon's path is set unless there's a way to stop it or fix it somehow.

[But he has no idea how to go about healing a moon.

Donnie looks at Serph at that question, then down, sighing.]

No. I don't. ...but some of us do, because they've found it to be somewhat better than what they knew and had.

[bufudine]

[Serph is one of those people. He sees no future in that world where the heavens have turned a sickly yellow and the earth is a blasted wasteland of dust and statues.]

Then your aim is to return to your world. You don't need to try and fix this one.

[purplexing]

....

[His claws curl into fists. It's such a simple statement, and really, there's nothing untrue about it. This isn't his problem to fix. ...but it will still be a problem for people he cares about, if they are given an option to stay.]

Yes, I do. Because fixing things is what I do. And if we're given an option, I can't just leave and ignore that things may be coming to an end here, especially not if I have friends who want to stay, not without knowing they'll be okay.

[bufudine]

[Serph remains silent for a long moment. All his life, he'd remained fixated on his goals. His path would cross with others, but never did he waver from his own path. When he helped others, it was only if it was something that wouldn't force him off from pursuing his goals.

Turning away from the chase to help another chase their dream is...

Serph lets out a long breath.]

If you want to fix this world, you need a way to travel on the path of your choosing.

[So. Stealing the Convoy.]

[purplexing]

[Donnie's initial goals here had been simple: to make sure Leo got home. It had been easy to believe that if they could find a way back, then everyone could go back. That anyone would want to stay in this horrible place that was twisting who they were, had not ever crossed his mind.

But he gotten to know people. He'd made friends, considered some family here, for as much as they've all endured together. And he doesn't want to think about when they'd all have to part ways, if they all had their way, because he knows he'd never see any of them again. It's an uncomfortable thought.

And then Edward admitted that he liked this world and the "gift" it gave him, to be able to "see" again. And Andrew thought this world was better than what he'd been pulled away from. That complicates things, when people want to stay in the place you thought was a nightmare.

Donnie pulls his knees to his chest, tail curling around his feet.]

I don't know what other paths there are to take! We've all been fixated on Nirvana expecting to find answers but... I-I don't know where we'd even go if they don't have the answers we want.

[Or if the answers they had weren't the ones anyone wanted. Nothing is certain and he hates it.]

[bufudine]

[Nothing is certain and that feels more real than anything that came before. Serph's wings closest to Donnie stretch out to blanket the turtle in feathers.]

If Nirvana doesn't hold answers, my plan is seeking out the Silver Tears.

[His gaze sweeps over the collection of vehicles around them, eventually falling on Heat's RV.]

There's no future for us in the world I left. I have comrades I want to bring here.

[purplexing]

[It's a small enough comfort. There's some sad reassurance in knowing that if things won't work out like they all hope, at the very least he won't be alone in it. But that's a terrible outlook, and Donnie's not one to give up.

The Tears are unfortunately the second best option, but Donnie really doesn't know if they can be completely trusted. They still want something of the Drifters, or expect something. They don't see the monstrous changes as something horrific. But then they don't have much left to lose, either.]

...we still need to find out what Nirvana knows. And what they can offer, if anything.

But if that doesn't pan out...