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[The weekly Shuffle doesn't happen quite as it should. No new passengers appear on the ships, and no message is sent in from the hosts. The usual day comes and goes without a stir.

And then, on the second day, another one of those surges of static comes in over the speakers, breaking apart for a voice in the background. It's Diamond, and she sounds too far away from the receiver. She also doesn't sound quite like herself-- her tone flat and cold. Disappointed.]

--I know. I can't. [A pause of empty air, before a short, decisive sigh.] ...Yes. Bring them in.

[A blip of lost time passes right after those words, before every passenger mysteriously wakes alone in their own unfamiliar room. They have never seen this room before, but those familiar with the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva might recognize the style of decor. It sounds and smells the same as the host ship as well--clean and chrome--but this set of rooms have never been ventured into before.

Welcome back to the Marsiva, dear passengers.]

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[While Belth would rather sulk, he knows he can't. In the end it's the cries of BROTHER!! that catch his attention. His hearing is really good, and he kinda wishes it wasn't, because the boy yelling sounds so much like himself. Well, maybe a little older than he was at the time, but...

Still.

He's figured out how to open the door by now, being more than passingly familiar with stupid future technology. A light tap to the panel is all it takes.

He doesn't think the armor is the source of the voice, so he looks puzzled when he glances around and sees a GIANT KNIGHT.]

O... oh, excuse me, sir, sorry to bother you, sir! I-I thought I heard someone in need of help--

Oh, that was me. [Because, indeed, it's a young boy's voice coming from the fearsome armor.] I'm sorry... I woke up in that room and panicked. I just got here and forgot where I was.

[His eyes widen. That... must be a very tall boy.]

I... I see.

[... A very very tall and very young boy.]

We are not in any danger, as far as I can tell. There are no magical traps or cursed creatures in the vicinity. I think we are well-equipped to handle anything that confronts us here but I worry about our ships, which are currently empty.

That's good to know- I'd hate for all of us to have to fight our way out. If there is a way out.

[He nodded.]

I hadn't been assigned to a ship yet- I think this is the very ship I just arrived on, in fact.

The Marsiva? It's the only thing that makes sense. The other large ship, the Iskaulit, looks much different.

[He rubs at his chin.]

I assume any escape must be done the same way we came in... and since we have no idea how it happened, we are at the mercy of our captors. [He squares his shoulders.] ... I hate being toyed with.

Yeah, and if there are a lot of people here, they'd want to be able to house all of us in relative comfort.

[He nodded, sighing internally. He looked around and spotted them- lenses, like the one on his communicator, which he'd deduced were used for displaying his picture to others.]

And watched. I could do without either of those things.

As could I. I've lived beneath the eyes of benevolent captors for far too long.

[There is a distinct bitterness in his voice that really shouldn't belong to someone who looks scarcely older than Al himself.]

So they let you keep your armor, but they took your weapons. Figures. Magic still works but it's ineffective against these walls-- I've tried.

Yeah... however benevolent they may be, they're still our captors. I won't be able to forget that.

[Al picked at the pyjama top and pants that were sized to fit over his armor- really? why did he need pyjamas? and was quiet as he wrestled with himself. If the Homunculi were here, they'd hear about or see him soon enough, so was it any use trying to hide the truth? The people who could punish him for his transgression back home were already aware of it, so was there a point?]

The armor... it's my body, actually, at least for now. I'm hollow inside. [He carefully lifted his head off to demonstrate.]

[There's no judging here. Belth lets out a little gasp seeing as he's... basically seeing a ghost haunting an inanimate object, but there are plenty of things in Azeroth that are a bit like that, so it's not scary. He's just surprised.]

A spirit? [... Oh no. He frowns.] You... sound so young. I-- I am sorry...

In a sense... I'm still alive, but only my soul is bound to this armor. My flesh and blood body still exists separately from me, but I can't access it yet.

That is terrible magic. [He knows asking about it would be rough, so he settles with:] If there is any way to get your body back, let me know. My... father is a priest and a mage of far more skill than I, and he might be able to help you, even if your soul is held captive by a warlock.

I appreciate the offer- but it's not quite like that! Do you know of alchemy...? It's sort of like magic where I come from.

I am trained in the way of potions and elixirs, if that is what you mean.

[He has a feeling it's not.]

Did you drink something you shouldn't have?

In my world, alchemy involves harnessing power flowing through the earth to deconstruct and deconstruct matter. Brother and I... once attempted to do something we shouldn't have, yes. We tried a transmutation that was far beyond our level, and it backfired.

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