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Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.

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the chitow ( cw: drugs )

One of the many creatures on Thisavrou, the Chitow do not tolerate any contact from Savrii or visitors. After many unsuccessful attempts at communication, a visitor skilled in linguistics learned that the Chitow speak to one another through a series of taps and drags of their fingers across the jewelry they wear around their necks. Studying the Chitow from afar, since they are violent when their homes are approached, the visitor deciphered their language and was able to approach and speak with them. During Thisavrou’s recent warmer weather, a group of pubescent Chitow (roughly twenty feet tall) approached the visitor and asked to be escorted through the EN-Line so that they may visit Kauto. Not long after their visit and return to Chioni, they extend an offer to all Savrii - each person may visit their outer village for a celebration honoring the Ingress energy. At this gathering, held once a month, Savrii can expect to find the following:

⋆ Initiation Ceremony - Colorful full body paint, usually on the naked form but the Chitow won’t press the issue if you’re not comfortable, is applied liberally. Hand crafted necklaces and bracelets are offered, and each person is given a fruity drink that results in glowing eyes and lips (duration is roughly two days).

⋆ Burial Ceremony - The Chitow take an item, something personal with a connection that is negative, and bury the item in the rich, warm dirt of Chioni. After each visitor digs a small trench, they place the item and their feet inside, covering it over. This practice is a way of letting go of the past - each person removes their feet, leaving the item behind when they are ready.
⋆ Smoking Ceremony - Fires are built as the Ingress energy dims, illuminating the village. The Chitow toss bundles of purple leaves into the flames, they crackle and spark, a citrusy scent filling the air. Some who inhale will experience an increased sense of calm, mild hallucinations, visions, and others will feel nothing.
⋆ The rest of the night is filled with dancing, drink, food, and music created from the wooden instruments the Chitow have carved.

thiri

⋆ Not all worlds accessed are populated or even civilized. Marked as Exploration Class (EC), travel through the Ingress is relatively smooth aside from the eventual landing on the other side—some in dry sand and others in swampy marsh, depending on the location. The temperature of Thiri isn’t quite as stifling as the current climate of Chioni. However, there is a musty scent to the air, like the dust found on an old book, and the longer anyone is exposed to it, the sweeter it becomes. Nights are much cooler than the days, though it seems inadvisable to light fires for purposes not explained. For the safety of all travelers, fluorescents have been provided to everyone before arriving in case of overnight ventures.

⋆ Through the rubble and ruin of Thiri, precious gemstones can be found in multiple areas, especially in condemned buildings that (oddly) resemble temples. Whatever carvings and stone structures that are happened upon bear an untranslatable language, some of it eaten away by time and others washed smooth by rain. If taken from their resting place, particular colors eventually cause a disruption in personality. Red gemstones cause the holder to point out the most prominent structure in the sky and tell everyone about it. Blue gemstones cause the holder to end every sentence an interrogative inflection. Green gemstones cause the holder to only speak in movie quotes regardless of the whether or not they know what a movie is. Purple gemstones cause the holder to only be able to hear out of one ear OR see out of one eye. Pink gemstones cause the holder to snort whenever someone says their name. Clear gemstones cause the holder to address every inanimate object as if it were a person. All changes will eventually fade after several days; yet, if the stones are returned to their original resting place, the changes disappear immediately.

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[Bored with the newcomer processing, Krieg has wandered away from the reception area to explore the Ingress Complex. For the time being, the denizens of the place seem content to leave the large, twitchy, mumbling man to his own devices. As nothing has offered to attack him since he began his wanderings, he's been very peacefully meandering up and down, taking in the sights, utterly unconcerned about potentially becoming lost.

He perks up when he feels a familiar prickling at the base of his skull - that warm, electric energy he associates strongly with Maya - and begins to look around in earnest, hoping to catch a glimpse of the siren's periwinkle hair.

Maya is nowhere to be seen - immediately, anyway. So he follows the electric sensation - along a corridor, down a shallow flight of stairs, into a large, open room -

- The dark figure huddled in the corner is too small to be Maya. Limbs too skinny, hair too long, the wrong color, but the tattoos...

...It takes him a moment to process what he's seeing. He's familiar with her face on the ECHO device - not that he can see her face now, with the way she's huddled. The memory of her small, delicate form, crumpled on the floor as she gasped her dying breaths, is sharp and jagged and painful, but not in the good way, not in the way he prefers. He'd killed her killer (they'd all killed her killer, working together), but that hadn't brought her back, hadn't undone the horrific, vile thing that had been done to her. It had given him some solace, and something like a sense of closure, but all of that is swept away at the sight of her here, now, in front of him.

He's barely aware of approaching her, despite the intensifying static currents prickling at his skin. One moment he's across the room from her, and the next, he's kneeling in front of her, and his mouth is saying words he didn't plan or prepare.]

You can't see the stars from down there.

[...And for once the words aren't as bad as they could have been.]

[She'd heard the footsteps approaching, but they were heavy enough for her to assume that it was nothing more than an officer coming to retrieve her. She'd tightened herself up, as if tensing her muscles could keep her powers from potentially lashing out at whoever approached her.]

[To call the voice unexpected would be a vast underestimation of the surprise that coursed through her. She shot up, unsure of whether or not she wanted to throw herself toward or away from the monster before her.]

[On the one hand, every single thing her father had ever said about the vault hunters, Krieg himself, and the psychos of Pandora, lanced through her head. They were bloodthirsty beasts, minds lost to the sickening madness that Jack wanted to purge Pandora of. It didn't help that she'd paid witness to nearly every single one of Krieg's bloodthirsty diatribes.]

[But then, she'd also seen him in his better moments too. How he'd banded together with the rest of the Vault Hunters. How he turned his axe against enemies but stayed it within the walls of Sanctuary. Certainly, there was madness there, but never once had that madness manifested in malevolence.]

[Never mind the fact that the psycho had been there for her in her final moments, and his bloodthirsty nature had been turned against her bonds. Despite the cloud of madness that curled and churned within his head, he'd still saved her life, even if it meant snuffing it out. Surely he was, at the very least, better than Handsome Jack, who would have kept her suspended between life and death.]

[And now he spoke, guttural still but with no apparent malice toward her.]

[Perhaps it was that side of him that appealed to her. Perhaps it was the fact that reaching out would stand in direct defiance of everything her father had ever said to her. It didn't matter. Her limbs uncurled, turning large blue eyes on the hulking monster of a man.]

[She swallowed hard, choking back the instinctive fear that his presence invoked in her.]

Krieg...

[He laughs at the surprise in her expression when she turns her large, frightened eyes to him - it's not a malicious sound, though. Quite the opposite, honestly. He has no idea how or why Angel is here, alive - tense and wary but alive - and he is, in a word, delighted.]

Mnahahahaha! Surpriiiiiiise!

[He's grinning under his mask, happier than he's been in a long time at the sight of a familiar face - because he had expected never to see this particular face again - but then he sobers. He had expected never to see her again. Because that's how death is. And yet, beyond every expectation, here she is.]

You died.

[It's half statement, half question. He tilts his head as he says it, gaze steady and curious, as he waits to hear her response.]

[The laugh startled Angel, and she found herself instinctively recoiling at the noise. Malicious or not, most of Angel's memories regarding Krieg and his mirth were also accompanied by excessive amounts of blood and viscera.]

[Still, the crinkling of his one eye beneath his mask was... relieving. This wasn't, or at least didn't seem to be the gore-hungry look of a bloodthirsty psycho. Perhaps she was being presumptuous but... that didn't seem to be the expression of a monster on the verge of a kill.]

[While his question brought a painful twist of her gut, the reminder being an unpleasant one, it served to assuage her skepticism about the psycho for the time being. Her posture relaxed in the slightest, though her mind was still acutely aware of every little piece of technology around them, lest they start acting up because of her.]

I did. [While the memory was unpleasant on first bite, it also brought a sense of relief to her. Things might not have gone as expected, she might not have been damned to an eternal void, but at least she was free of her father.]

Didn't want to do it!

[It's very important to tell her that, for some reason. Even though she'd asked, even though her request had made sense, killing her had felt wrong. She was a victim of Hyperion, of Handsome Jack, not a part of it. But given the extent of her eridium addiction, her only means of escape had been death, and he understood very well wanting to escape.

He fidgets and grumbles, dropping his gaze to the ground briefly as he struggles to order the words he wants.]

Mnuhuhuhu...he ate his words and I ate his liver!

[Those...were not the words he wanted. He shakes his head roughly through the giggles that accompany the memory of Jack's death, gathers his thoughts for a second time, and returns his gaze to her face again.]

Are you hurt?

[...Better.]

[That... surprised her. Resistant as the vault hunters had been to her death overall, that Krieg hadn't wanted to put the knife to her throat, the bullet to her head, was unexpected. Death and the psycho went hand-in-hand, so who was she to assume it would be any different in her presence?]

[What she believed to be true didn't supersede the actual truth, though. Krieg was here, muttering what she figured to be the closest thing he could get to an apology. More than that, he actually looked bothered by it all.]

[Inexplicably, it made her heart ache.]

You did what I asked, Krieg. [Her voice came out soft and hesitant, as if speaking too loud might shatter the illusion.] It is... as I said before I died. I am grateful.

[Despite the grimness of his second utterance, she couldn't help a laugh. It started as a sharp breath in, startled by the statement, but upon an exhale it petered into a soft giggle. Krieg might have been fluent in word salad, but that statement was easily translated, and that translation left her feeling strangely elated, despite everything.]

[Not only was Jack not there, but he was dead back home, too.]

[The spike in her mood was but a blip, however, a fluke in the grand scheme of things. The second he asked if she was okay, the wave of dread washed over her once more, and she found herself shifting away from him once more.]

I'm not... hurt. [She shook her head to supplement this, more for her benefit than anything. It was if she didn't really believe the statement either.] I am just... on edge. Being in the core was torture, but it was stability as well. Without it I... cannot guarantee your safety.

[Not that she ever could. Not really.]

Mng...! [He shakes his head when she expresses her gratitude, a quiet, growled noise of disagreement sticking in his throat for a moment until the words come.]

Spilled blood sings its salty-sweet song, splashing wet and red and waaaarm! The only good song is the right song, a sinner's serenade of vice and violence! The angel's blood screamed for succor, but all it got was pain, the only mercy death! No justice, no rescue, no happy ending, just pain and suffering until it was smothered, and it's wrong! All wrong!!

[His voice rises in volume as he tries - poorly - to explain his thoughts on the matter, until he's just shy of shouting. Frankly, it's a surprise that he's not shouting by the end, but the small show of restraint can definitely be put down to the reality of his audience.

He takes a long, very obvious moment to reign himself back - yet another unusual act for a man for whom the word "restraint" does not normally apply. He wouldn't bother if she were one of his Vault hunting buddies, or one of Lilith's crew. But the stark reality of Angel - a living, breathing Angel - is so small and fragile that he feels like she might blow away in a strong breeze...or with a misplaced shout.

As for her other statement about his safety...He shakes his head again, and laughs.]

Strip the flesh, salt the wound! If I can't take it then I deserve what I get!

[Once more, Krieg handed her a bowl of word salad, leaving her to attempt to decipher what it was he so distressed about. He might not have been yelling, and whatever anger seemed lodged in his throat might not have been directed at her, but he was obviously upset over something. The only logical conclusion seemed to be making sense of whatever was going on inside his head -- at least if she hoped to diffuse the situation.]

[It was easy enough to figure out the subject. He didn't even have to use her name in the sentence. Smothered. No happy ending. Those were the types of words that had circled in her own head in the days leading up to her death.]

It was wrong. [Her voice came out soft and sounded all the lighter in the face of Krieg's outburst.] But it's okay now. I'm alive.

[Perhaps only just, but alive nonetheless.]

[If it had been anyone else in such a state, she might have reached out to them. Physical contact was a foreign concept to her on its own, but if it had been Gaige, or Maya, perhaps even Axton, she would have clapped a hand on their shoulder and tried her best to reassure them.]

[The size of the beast before him, the anger in his voice. All of that kept her from doing much more than staring up at him and hoping that her words would be enough. It wasn't that she expected him to hurt her -- he seemed agonized enough at her first bout of pain and death. But she didn't know what he was comfortable, or what might be interpreted as a threat.]

[He might have meant well, but at times he seemed no better than a caged and angered animal. Best not to upset him any further.]

[That also included avoiding any arguments. Once again, if it had been any of the other Vault Hunters, she would have insisted they keep their distance, insisted that she was dangerous. But Krieg had proven on several occasions that he felt pain in a... different way. Whatever she threw at him perhaps wouldn't be so bad.]

[So she simply nodded to him and let that part be.]

[Krieg's never been one for questioning the "hows" and "whys" of things. At least, not that he can remember. It doesn't matter to him overmuch how Angel is alive here, or why she is, just that she is.

Her reassurance tips his mood back toward the happier end of the Psycho Mood Spectrum, and he nods his head - a series of short, fast, jerking motions - in agreement.]

You're alive!

[As if anyone could say otherwise, especially given the direct evidence.

He holds out a hand, palm up, fingers relaxed, one-eyed gaze fixed on her face. The motion is a wordless offer of protection and companionship, partially because he's not exactly sure how to use words to make such an offer, and partially because he's not even sure the words exist in his vocabulary.]

Missed you.

[He knows those words, though, and they're perfectly truthful for all that they've slipped out - as most do - unbidden.]

[The psycho's movements took Angel by surprise. The hand outstretched to her was unexpected, especially as it wasn't curled in a fist or clenched around a vital organ or two. It was a peaceful gesture, something she never would have expected from the beast, even in his most docile of moments.]

[She lifted a hand, then pulled it back. Krieg had always been good to those he had close, yet still her stomach twisted and curled around itself, afraid of what he could do. Even if he was lucid and calm now, she knew how easily he could snap and go an entirely different direction. Her fist clenched briefly, then loosened in the air.]

[It was Krieg's second phrase that tipped her into action. She lowered her hand, threading her fingers between his and then resting her diminutive palm against his own. Her gaze flicked upward, briefly terrified of what she might find there on his face.]

[But Krieg had saved her life. Had apparently felt something in regards to her passing. That had to mean something.]

[For now, she could at least try to trust him.]

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