[TINY CAT PEOPLE] VOID SESSION: ACT 4

[skinstealer]

 

VOIDSY: Looks like we’re here.
EASTWOOD: We’re going to have to split up our attention.
VOIDSY: Before we do- we just want to say that everything brought up here is more than reasonable, and we accept it entirely. 
VOIDSY: You guys know your builds better than we do, and we’re grateful for your understanding with all this.
VOIDSY: We’ll talk with you before doing anything else, and we’re going to be a better person for both you and the TCPs.
MILLER: Thank you, Voidsy-
EASTWOOD: Hello? Back to the plan?
MILLER: Right…
VOIDSY: Well, about the needing sleep thing…

 
You check yourself over, seeing if there’s any sense of tiredness at all. Thankfully, you feel right as rain...aside from the cuts all over you. They feel terrible, but at the very least, they don’t look too gross. You don’t want the rest of your team to watch you bleed out. 
 

VOIDSY: Doesn’t seem like that’s going to be a problem. We don’t feel tired at all.
MILLER: Well, that’s good!
WRETCH: voidsys gonna pull an allllll nighterrr
EASTWOOD: Yeah, for like...a week or however long this takes.
VOIDSY: No matter how long it takes, we could try sleeping in shifts. Caffeine will only get us so far, and we can’t afford anyone crashing.
MILLER: Hmm...I’ll take the first sleep shift once we get back to the base, providing all of my TCPs are being cared for and checked up on…
WRETCH: dont worry mills
WRETCH: we’ll take good care of em
MILLER: Thanks…

 

 
You check on the TCPs. Jasper has Bryce halfway shoved through the bag, and seems more than a little stressed. You try to soothe them as best as you can- Hark got away, and that sucks, but you know how she works now. You can plan for that, and you feel like you got through some when you were able to talk to her. What you did, it wasn’t nothing. They do seem to take some comfort in your words, and nod solemnly. You tell them that there’s some good news as well- backup has arrived, and the flying creature is long gone now. Now they really seem to perk up, and after making sure that Bryce is all the way through, they straighten up and do their best to look lively. They tell you to make sure to pass this on to Dad, and you turn your attention to her to do just that.

Dad says to keep her posted on the next move, and that she’ll do her best to keep things from going belly up as best as she can. Just tell her the next move, and she’ll be there to see it out. You promise that when you get somewhere safe, you’ll all have a team meeting. There’s a lot of stuff that needs to be said, by both you and all of the TCPs. You stop for a moment, remembering Raw...could Dad go check on him?
 

 
Dad walks towards Raw carefully, a bit hesitant to approach after her earlier experience. With a gentle poke of her foot, she says that he’s still out cold...but probably not for long. Jetter seems to have the same idea, poking at the burn type’s leg. Dad says it’s probably best for them to back up, and the razorblade doesn’t need much prompting. Your dad type can’t help but put her hand to her face, avoiding directly touching the burn- she's grateful that it doesn’t seem to be hurting as much anymore...it’s still very much there, but… 
 
 
 
Jetter asks what’s wrong, and Dad shakes her head. It’s nothing, it’s just...he had her right where he wanted her, and he only burned her that much. He could have hurt her a hell of a lot more than that, and he didn’t.

Maybe there was some hope for this guy after all.
 

 

VOIDSY: We need to figure out whether we’re going to rescue Writhe or not-
MILLER: Oh, definitely. We already figured out how to make him light, we have no reason not to.
EASTWOOD: As much as I hate the idea of dragging around a giant cage, it’s pretty much already on our side. We’d be fools not to take it.
WRETCH: what about the big burn dude though
VOIDSY: That, we’re not so sure about. 
EASTWOOD: I say we leave him.
MILLER: I don’t think that’s a good idea...we want to save as many of these TCPs as possible.
EASTWOOD: Okay, how the hell do we get him out then?
VOIDSY: We could lighten him, and put him in the cage-
EASTWOOD: And then you’re gonna make Marvel walk, huh?
EASTWOOD: He couldn’t make it two steps without tripping over himself. 
MILLER: There has to be some kind of solution!
WRETCH: what about like
WRETCH: an elevator

  

 
There’s a moment of silence as everyone tries to make sense of it.
 

EASTWOOD: ...What?
WRETCH: yea like
WRETCH: we made writhe light right
WRETCH: and we’re gonna make marvel light 
WRETCH: why not like put the burn one in the cage after makin him light too
WRETCH: and then we just stick marvel on top and all the littler cats inside
MILLER: What if one of them gets hurt by the burn type?
WRETCH: i mean danas got the stun gun still right
WRETCH: burn type starts actin up and bang!!! out like a light again
WRETCH: no chance of runnin
EASTWOOD: ...that could actually work.
MILLER: Yeah, that’s a great idea!
VOIDSY: That could get all of us out of here in one piece...thanks, Wretch.

 
She beams. 
 

VOIDSY: There’s also the matter of looking for Hark.
EASTWOOD: You kidding me? As much as I want to get revenge on that little creep and all the rest, she disappeared into thin air. 
EASTWOOD: We need to get out now, and wherever she is, we probably don’t want to be there. 
WRETCH: hate to say it but im with eastwood on this one
WRETCH: besides like
WRETCH: we already got the big cage guy and the little one thats back at voidsy’s base!!! and thats rly fuckin good right
VOIDSY: It’s definitely a start.
MILLER: I say we got this...things are pretty rough, but we can turn them around. 
MILLER: Let’s give this elevator thing a shot!

 

 
You set the elevator plan in motion, the TCPs swapping Marvel and Raw’s weights with pebbles and starting to gather up all of the items strewn around the area. The bag of holding gets delicately placed inside Writhe. Jasper tells Dad to keep an eye on it, and she salutes. She’s got this.
 

MILLER: I think we’ve got this covered.
MILLER: ...Voidsy, how do you feel about guiding people above ground?
VOIDSY: I’d be happy to. 
WRETCH: ill go too!!!
WRETCH: i wanna help and like
WRETCH: slick’s gonna be super mobile and shit
WRETCH: i trust mills and eastwood to keep shit good in the pit
WRETCH: plus, i asked jetter and he says he’ll be okay
WRETCH: little nervous about him tbh but i wanna help
MILLER: Well...absolutely! Two heads are better than one, and that means we have an even split of attention. 
EASTWOOD: Good luck.

  

[full size]
 
You (and presumably Wretch) take a look up top, getting a proper visual on the area. The TCPs (and clown) appear to be in a clearing in front of a rocky entrance, lined with high cliffs. There doesn’t appear to be any other way but forward, and from the look of Marnet trying and failing to get up the sides, the cliffs aren’t scalable. You ask your lobster type how she’s doing, and she says she’s pretty sure she’s onto something. You gently tell her that she’s probably going to get hurt if she keeps trying that, and she relents, getting back onto the ground and dusting herself off.
  

WRETCH: well
WRETCH: guess we gotta get goin huh