Shoni
Joyeuse Insurgency
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Post by Shoni on Apr 25, 2011 19:07:23 GMT -5
After Flint looked into the mirror he hurried back to his room. A few hours past and Flint reemerged, his eyes were completely blue again and his rag doll was strapped to his back. He quickly walked toward one of the lounge cars. Upon his arrival he looked around and saw a few people ambling around the car but what caught his eye was the young women talking very quietly to a small child. He decided to ignore them for now opting to sit down in one of the nearby window seats. Endless waves can only keep the attention of a mind so long, so Flint decided to talk to someone. He turned and looked at the girl he noticed earlier. "What is your name?" he asked.
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Post by Cendra on Apr 25, 2011 21:51:00 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the lack of quality. I'm a little rusty from not writing for a while. I'm trying to projects going again though! I should be back up the par in no time. ;D
BIC: Telrien looked up, a bit surprised by being suddenly addressed. In the next booth over sat a youth no older than 15 if she judged correctly, his expression and tone radiating boredom. She glanced over his appearance. His hair color wasn't exactly normal, but lots of kids colored their hair these days, so it wasn't exactly surprising. Extending her arm across the table she offered a handshake. “Telrien Wallen is my name. What about you, unge mann? What brings you to this train?” she said politely, slipping into her native tongue at the end. Well, so much for her original plan. If these two were together she doubted that this one would let his little sister go off with her. She didn't see any resemblance, other than the fact that they both didn't look very poor, but that was her business side talking. They were probably too young to have much on them other than a allowance for the arcade or some such.
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Endreal
Adventurer
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Post by Endreal on May 16, 2011 9:50:15 GMT -5
I'm going to try to work my way into the scene with Illiana and Cesare if that's alright. And if it's not alright, then punch me in the snout (metaphorically, please) to establish superiority and I'll change it to something innocuous. Well, that had been a wash. Whomever he'd seen walk past earlier must've been amazingly preoccupied, or maybe old 'n' deaf. Either way he hadn't done a lick to help leShea get unstuck from the luggage rack, or even acknowledged he was there. Fortunately, nearly any situation can be got into or got out of by the terminally bored and relentlessly squirmy. Now he was walking in erratic figure eights through the empty car with his arms held out like wings, trying to stretch the soreness out of his cramped and bruised limbs. leShea was pretty surprised, actually, that no one else had wandered through the train car while he was extracting himself. No sooner had this thought entered his mind than three men in official-y looking white shirts threw open the door at one end and hustled through the car. One of the three glanced in leShea's direction, then dismissed the traveler as irrelevant and turned his attention back toward his colleagues. leShea's face broke in to a slow grin as they passed by. He's learned from long experience that anyone who didn't have the time to stop and be nice to him was obviously doing something very important. And important things were always interesting. He gripped the strap of his ratty canvas satchel tightly and began to follow the men through the train. Ein...dieu...free... leShea counted the cars they passed through wondering what their important business was. One more door, and a murmur of exclamation arose from the trio. They moved toward a man and a woman wearing a black bandana hanging about in the aisle. Suddenly uncertain, leShea hung back in the doorway and watched. The lead medic spoke first with the man And then the woman. leShea's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Istenemre...dat sounds somefin' awesome! I din' ken magics wos actual! C'n y' teach me howter do et?" He stepped forward, beaming enthusiastically.
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 7, 2011 1:07:38 GMT -5
"...my future friend."
Rie was about to say something about her no-friend policy regarding employers but before she could open her mouth, the man had faded to nothing. The girl stared at the stool the man had been sitting in, not bothering to check for any trapdoors that could have helped with his "magic trick." She had enough faith in the world of Powers to not bat her eyelashes at shenanigans.
The handful of patrons who did not run away screaming, either from fear or curiosity or some strange mixture of the two, from Rie slipping in and out of the train's walls were staring quietly to where the two had been talking. As Rie scanned the room, they each averted their gaze to something more many times more interesting in their laps or out the window. The girl didn't particularly care, especially once she took a good look at the card that George had left.
The smell alone made her wary of touching it, then the various stones set in made her think thrice, but after it continued to sit benignly on the counter, Rie picked it up and gave it a quick look. George Buckland. Might been his real name, might not be. Didn't matter to Rie so long as she had something to call him.
Rie noted her lack of pockets or bag. Normally she would phase an object directly into her body if she had no other place to put it, but she didn't even want a Power's business card touching her internal organs. She could've slipped it into her bosom, but she didn't want it touching her skin that close to her heart, either.
Rie thought for a minute more then picked it up, walked back to her table of cold food, and set the card onto the polished wood. She could carry it in her hand after she was finished eating dessert.
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Shoni
Joyeuse Insurgency
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Post by Shoni on Aug 18, 2011 21:20:16 GMT -5
One thing bothered Flint while Telrian was introducing herself.
"One question who is the little girl you have with you? You're obviously not related in any way. Maybe your a friend of her family or something?" While Flint asked his question he observed Telrian. She seemed nice enough, but there seemed to be something shady about her. This, of course, only made him want to hang around her more. She might know some violent people. He loved to fight, which is why he wore his gloves. It was one of those things that had gotten him in to trouble over the years. This train was the perfect place to get away from...things for a while.
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Post by Cendra on Aug 24, 2011 12:18:46 GMT -5
Telrien shook her head, a delicate smile playing on her lips.
“I'm afraid she and I have just met as well. Though, I would like to think we are friends already. We are both looking for lost partners in the crowd. There are so many here in such a large space, I can't see this being the last time this happens.” she fained exasperation then looked between the two.
“But if we are to be friends I must at least know your names. I can't keep calling you boy and girl now can I.” A older gentleman behind Flint caught Telrien's eye. He was waving his hand in front of his face quite animatedly.
“Ugh! You'd think we would be high up enough that insects wouldn't be such an issue!” The man said a little louder than he had intended. Telrien raised an eyebrow at his outburst.
“What are you talking about, dear?” She presumed it was his wife who replied. “I don't see anything.”
“What do you mean!? They're flyin' all around my face! You can't miss 'em!” his wife continued to look at him quizzically.
Telrien turned her attention back the the two in front of her.
“Well, it looks like the altitude is going to someone's head. That's my cue to set up shop soon.” Reaching into her black bag she pulled out two bottles that contained clear pills and waited patiently.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 11, 2012 12:43:30 GMT -5
"Ohhh, that'd be AWESOME!" The girl declared, clasping her hands in front of her chest. She instantly sprung her feet, whirling to look Telrien in the eye.
"Miss, you look like you're really good at finding stuff, and really smart. I'm pretty smart too, but this is my first time being on a train, so I'm kinda having a hard time figuring out where to look," The girl grabbed the woman by her hand, practically yanking her off of the seat.
"Let's go, let's go! I bet we'll find my tutor in minutes!"
She paused for a moment, letting go of her new acquaintance and fidgeting as the teen introduced himself. While the woman looked reserved and in-control enough, this boy had a sort of disheveled, slacker look to him. It didn't mean he was a bad person, but it was totally the type that she'd always end up in battles with. She regarded him cautiously, making sure to avoid eye contact. She moved towards the bench again, keeping her friend between them.
"Telrien? That's a really cool sounding name! What does unge mean?" The youth piped up, making a dynamic entry back into the conversation.
"By the way, my name is Dace! Dace Balao! I'm a Pokemon trainer!" She paused, looking up to see if she got Telrien's approval. For emphasis, she grabbed her small purse from the seat, and slung it over her shoulder. The handbag twirled around her back, and she caught it under her elbow on the opposite side. There was a red and white sphere at either end of the strap, clicked into metal hoops seemingly designed to hold them.
"I even got on TV once, when I fought Durant. I didn't win it, but everybody said I did really well!" Dace paused for a moment, biting her lip.
"Well, he wasn't a Durant. But the boy's name was Durant. So I guess he was a Durant, but not a Durant, right?"
After a moment of babbling, she caught herself.
"Anyways, yeah, we just met, but we're friends. Miss Telrien and I are going to try to find my tutor and-" Dace stopped, and pushed her bag back around to the right side of her torso, "What does the person you're looking for look like?" -------- A well-coifed, dark haired man in a white dress shirt and matching slacks pushed through the crowd of the dining car. Nopcsa had seen fit to discard the remnants of his cloak; it had been making him stand out. As for the other matter... Nopcsa slapped his hand down on an abandoned plate of spaghetti, and smeared the sauce across his shoulder. That'd conceal the bloody cut that Prime had left there, even if only for the moment. He felt the wound start stinging anew as the acidity of the sauce interacted with it.
Too bad. Better to sting a bit now and treat it later, than to have the medical crews show up to dole out first aid, and then inform the eminently surly Wally Creed of his whereabouts. Then he would receive first aid... and serve as a perfectly healthy anchor for them to trawl behind the train for the rest of journey.
Speaking of which... Nopcsa let his mental senses perk up a bit. Though it was only slightly less noisy than the actual soundscape, it would provide him proper warning if somebody noticed him.
That was, after all, one of the many perks of aggravating everybody he dealt with. Whenever they spotted him, it wasn't an oh, there's nopcsa. No, quite helpfully, the typical reaction was HIM, THAT ASSHOLE MINDREADER. It was like he went around installing convenient warning systems in everybody else's brains.
The minds around him were just about what he anticipated. There was a near monklike chanting of This food is good and its derivatives. If he focused more intently, he could actually feel the flavors and sensations that each diner was having. That was a special kind of diet food. All the flavors, none of the calories, and the only problem was the bizarre, ghostly sensation that somebody else was using your mouth to eat.
He supposed that was why he mostly stuck to skimming surface thoughts... If he went too deeply inside of somebody else's head, it was really easy to lose himself in it.
Nopcsa shoved past a fretting elven woman, noting the sparkling ruby resting over her heart. Even a surface glance at her mind showed that she treasured it more than life itself. You'd best pray you don't encounter Telrien, Miss...
The mindreader avoided interacting with the woman, and earmarked her for further investigation later. After all, the gem seemed to have some sort of mystical significance, and he was sure the Fascere Order would be most interested in it. However, they had the rest of the train ride to sort this out. Going after high value targets early on would just leave the authorities a lot more time to investigate.
There wasn't much warranting further notice amongst the rest of the rabble. A few things worthy of blackmail, mayhap, but nothing that really stayed on objective. Throughout it all, though, there was a steady hum, soon growing irritating, and quickly heading well towards maddening. At first, he made the assumption that it was the wiring in their car, or possibly the wind whistling through some protuberance on the outside of the train.
However, even upon briefly covering his ears (the gesture disguised as brushing his hair into place), the sound had not diminished. No, this was quite clearly some mental phenomena that he had stumbled upon.
In his years of experience, Nopcsa had never encountered anything like this. People thought in snippets, sentences, or even in tunes, but this was a constant rising and falling drone, like the sound of a bee in flight. On occasion, the pitch would change, taking on a more satisfied tone, or a frustrated rising note.
There was still no traces of actual thought, however. Nopcsa considered delving deeper into the mind, to figure out more about the individual. He stopped himself with a shudder. Whatever it was, he really didn't want it going any further into his own head.
As he pressed through the crowds, he found there was another odd voice joining his mental hummingbird. This one, however, did have a familiar sound to it; it reminded him of a text to speech program. Microsoft Sam was directly dictating his actions with each thought.
As this slice of zucchini is too large to fit into our mouths, I shall slice it into smaller pieces.
The train we are on presently is shaking slightly with the turbulence from the air. The knives that they have provided in this dining car are expensive and well-honed. We must careful to avoid accidentally injuring ourself with something that sharp.
Nopcsa backed off mentally again, the humming draping around him again like a thick blanket.
It was growing louder, and that meant he was drawing closer. He entertained the notion that maybe his powers had grown so that he could hear the thoughts of flies buzzing against the glass, but quickly decided he'd prefer not to consider that.
The robot voice and the drone grew in volume to his left, meaning he had found the two. Turning his head, dreading what he might find, Nopcsa found himself gazing upon a pair of elementary age boys. One was clutching tightly to the other's shirtsleeve, while his brother cautiously worked at slicing up the food on their plate.
We have garnered the attention of a young man. He has somehow gotten tomato sauce on his shoulder. He is a messy eater.
The buzz seemed to take on a humored quality, almost sounding like stifled laughter. The two boys stared back at him, one with eyes full of empathy and amusement, the other with flat eyes that didn't even seem to regard him any differently than the wall behind him.
"Hello, sir. Are you doing well?" The calm boy asked, the other one smiling a half grin.
"Yeah, I'm... Yeah, doing well," Nopcsa responded, still not seeing any reaction.
This man appears to be behaving as if he's extremely nervous. It is quite possible that our unorthodox behavior is making him uneasy. On the other hand, it bears consideration that his agitation is not due to our present meeting, but instead stems from him being with them.
"How about you gentlemen? Having a great time on the train here? Have any family with you?" Nopcsa threw out a series of questions, hoping to draw up some usable surface thoughts. If he could figure out where their parents were, that'd provide him a great opportunity to pawn them off and getting their nagging little voices out of his noggin.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Oct 15, 2012 20:19:06 GMT -5
"We are alright, the train is busy but serviceable enough for our purposes. My family is presently occupied elsewhere, so I took my brother to eat." This man is searching for something. Perhaps he is one of those searching for us. I shall keep the knife nearby.
He looked to his brother, now staring at the young man, who had nearly frozen in place.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 16, 2012 13:54:09 GMT -5
Nopcsa's eyes flickered back and forth between the two youths, not sure on who was the right one to make eye contact with. The silent one's eyes were like those of an animal... He wasn't seeing the faintest sign of thought in them, just raw id. The other one was even worse, though. He may as well have been a mannequin for all the emotion his face betrayed, but the way his eyes moved...
They never met his own. This boy was sizing him up like a maze or a puzzle. No personal investment, no human connection, just a problem that needed solving.
Nopcsa felt the cut on his shoulder throb intensely. He considered turning and walking away, but quickly realized that would mean leaving his back exposed to the world's most adorable sociopath and his high quality steak knife.
"Hey, that's very responsible of you! It's good to see a brother who takes care of his sibling, instead of like, dunking his head in the toilet or whatever. Not that I'd know; I was an only child."
Nopcsa noted that the talker hadn't actually thought about the wherebouts of any family at any point. The boys were here alone, it seemed, and furthermore, there was somebody out there hunting for them.
Nopcsa had a hard time being sympathetic to their plight. They might have looked like children, but when you really examined their minds, they may as well have been robots in skin suits. Nopcsa knew the human mind, probably better than almost anybody else in the world. By his rubric, these two boys weren't human.
"It sure is nice to go on a vacation like this, isn't it? I mean, kids like you get to miss school, and guys like me, we get to skip work, and unwind."
The quiet one leaned forward intensely, tugging at his brother's arm. The thought bubbled up in the other one's mind, like a bubble rising to the surface of a fishtank.
The man is lieing. He is here for work.
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Post by Cendra on Oct 27, 2012 15:08:15 GMT -5
OOC: I'm somewhat writing Flint for Shiro this post.
BIC:
Telrien was a bit startled, but couldn't keep the amused grin off her face as Dace tugged her up from her seat. She wasn't used to being pulled around, she was the one that usually did the pulling! But that was the thing with kids, they're shy one moment and brazen the next. “Thanks for the confidence, kid. I guess you could say I've been known for being able to find things. Nothing too extravagant though.” Tel's attention was brought to a blue gloved hand extended in front of her.
“I'm Flint,” The teen said, a more friendly smirk on his face. Telrien took his hand in a firm shake.
“A pleasure to meet you Flint. Do you have someone that you're looking for as well? We could all help each other out.”
“Nah, I'm here on my own. I don't mind helping for a while though. I've got nothing better to do.” Flints voice leaned on the side of boredom, but in fact he had been quite anxious to start exploring. Flint and Telrien fell silent as Dace launched into her excited chatter again.
“Well, thank you. Dace is a very pretty sounding name. 'Unge' means 'young' in Norse. ” Telrien said, doing her best to keep up with Dace's enthusiasm. “A Pokemon trainer, huh? I can't say I've ever met one before. I'm sure that takes allot of discipline!”
“Well, to be honest, this is the first time we've met in person.” Telrien's fingers fidgeted with her dress as she spoke, “We have only ever talked in text online before now. From what I've gathered he's about 173 centimeters to 183 centimeters tall, he has drown hair and he's wearing a black suit with a black pinstriped coat. Unfortunately that's seems to describe half the people here. If only I knew if he was wearing a tie or a even a hat, it might have been easier.”
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Post by Loogs on Nov 15, 2012 2:52:13 GMT -5
A young girl, no older than six years old, plucked a plump, juicy strawberry from the pile in the large silver bowl sitting atop the table in between herself and her father. She dipped it in a second bowl full of chocolate dip and popped it into her mouth. Chocolate-covered strawberries weren't something they got very regularly, but they were probably one of her favorite snacks. Her hair cascaded down her back in long, wild, unkempt waves, with a pink peony hair clip pinned to the right side of her head, a present her father had picked up in China on one of their many travels. She wore a long, flowing cream dress made of light fabric, with long billowing sleeves and a bright red ribbon tied around the waist, her favorite and the one she wore for "special occasions."
A special occasion this was indeed. Luxury trains weren't normal fare for the Charbonneaus. Samuel spent most of his days as a deckhand on a ship, with any and all of his free time left spent in the cabins with his beloved daughter Miriam. He had saved two months' worth of pay and took some time off in order to treat themselves to a small vacation. Just as Miriam had worn her best dress, Sam wore the best suit he owned, which is to say he wore the only suit he owned: a secondhand number in navy blue, faded and ill-fitting on his large, towering frame. As much as he enjoyed this once-in-a-blue-moon brush with the upper class, Sam felt uncomfortable among the bourgeoisie and their habitat. He could feel them staring at the visible tattoos on his body, the anchor on his neck, the rope around his wrist. He didn't have to look up to know that they walked by wrinkling their noses at his swarthy, ruddy complexion and his dark, shaggy mop of hair threatening to invade his range of vision.
All seen as minor inconveniences, however, as long as it meant that his daughter was having a good time, which she seemed to be having. Sam reached over and picked up a particularly voluptuous strawberry from the bowl, dunked it sparingly into the chocolate, and stuffed it into his mouth, chasing it with a sip of red wine from his glass. He couldn't remember the last time he had wine. Nice wine that didn't come from gas stations. Actually, this wine didn't really taste any better than five-dollar wine, but he could never admit that to the staff or else they'd laugh him off the train.
"Look, Daddy, the ocean!" Miriam pointed to the large window next to them. The train was passing over a tranquil, shimmering swath of water, bathed in pink and red hues by the sun sinking beneath the horizon.
"You're right. I don't think we've ever seen the ocean from this high up before. Isn't it beautiful?" The curiosity and awe on his little girl's face sent affection coursing through his veins, manifested in his warm, loving smile. The pair loved each other as if they only had each other to hold on to.
"Do you know the story of how the god of the sea found his wife?"
Sam shook his head. "I don't believe I do, actually."
"I read it in my book about Greek myths! Okay, so once upon a time Poseidon was really lonely, right? So he would cry and be sad a lot and that would make lots of storms happen and it sunk the sailors' ships and they drowned...."
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Dec 1, 2012 19:38:20 GMT -5
The man is becoming even more nervous. Something about us is worrying him.
Aaron looked the man over, and noticed that the red sauce stain was darkening, though only a bit. Was that why he was becoming more nervous?
It is evident that this man has been involved in violence, the sauce is a cover. Perhaps he is not here for us after all, but why is he so nervous then?
"This is not really a vacation for us. I believe that you can learn from anything in life. All information is useful."
Aaron turned a bit to face the man, holding onto the steak knife all the while. His brother was back to eating, but was wary now.
I cannot look very threatening, but we shall see how this man reacts.
With that thought in mind, Aaron turned the knife deliberately so that it's edge was angled at Nopcsa.
"If I may ask, sir, how did you get such a stain on your shoulder?"
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 2, 2012 20:00:49 GMT -5
Felix crashed through the cabin's doors, almost shattering them. Luckily, the doors were quick enough to open before he showered guests in metal and glass. He stumbled to his feet, nudging a man who was talking to two children, and looked at the door with an almost manic look in his eyes. Nothing was following him. He could've sworn... No. Maybe the sheer amount of chemicals in his blood system was taking its toll on him. While keeping an eye on the door, he sighed and tried to maintain as neutral an expression on his face as possible. In his experience, lying worked best if he was insistent and kept good eye contact. "Excuse me," a voice behind him came. He turned, maybe a little too quickly, and was face to face with a woman. Green hair barely concealed under a bandana, and a slightly concerned expression on her face. "Are you okay?" He blinked, then realised she'd notice he'd nearly shattered to the doors on impact. "Oh I'm fuckin' fine, trick of the mind, y'know," he said, as casually as he could while trying to keep an eye on the door. A sudden throb informed him that he wasn't completely fine. Probably a concussion, though a quick swipe of his forehead told him that he'd cut something up there. Just what he needed, a head wound. "Thought I saw some fuckin' cunt with a mask on and tentacles." Way to sound not crazy, Felix. "It's okay, let me," the girl said. She closed her eyes briefly, then raised her hand. With that amount of speed, the girl clearly wasn't just an average human. Soldier training, Felix guessed. Her hand was barely an inch from his head, but he could already feel the throbbing sensation fading. Even better than Samm's pills. The girl lowered her hand, and Felix could feel himself completely fit again. On the down side, he was sober, but that was barely a price compared to a throbbing head and concussion that would render him incapable of alcohol for at least a day. "Hey, thanks," Felix said, decisively keeping cuss words out of his vocabulary for once. "Probably needed that. Some fu-, I mean, something crossed my sight wrong, guess with all the Powers runnin' 'round, kinda spooked me a bit." The girl laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Never seen so many in one place! It's nice though." "Nice? What d'you mean?" "Oh, just... people don't like Powers, do they?" The girl replied, holding her arm carefully, as though she was nervous. Felix just nodded. Powers were very rarely a good conversation topic at the best of times. "Anyway, I figured I'd do my best as a medic for the train. I'll catch you later!" The green-haired oddball rushed over to the man talking to the two children. Felix rubbed his forehead for a moment before turning around and headed back to the recreation room. reposted for chronology
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Post by Lady Kara on Dec 21, 2012 0:44:13 GMT -5
Noting that the young man she'd accidently bumped into was too busy to have noticed the incident, Nagisa decided to continue looking for a safe place to sit and hide. Thankfully, that odd pain in her chest hadn't come back... but it sure as heck kept her on edge out of fear of it returning. As she walked through the car, Raijuu briefly mentioned to her about strange things going on in other parts of the train - warning her to be on guard in case of trouble. Apparently, as she could guess, she wasn't the only unnatural being on board this train. Or as some of her friends called them, "Powers". Nagisa never liked that term, because it was like labeling a person based on part of them. Rather racist, in a sense. But anyways, with people like that on the train, who knows what sort of adventure or danger lay ahead for all. It made Nagisa smile, being that she'd feared of being the only magical sort on board a train full of ordinary humans - and everyone knows how awkward as hell that could be, esp. if you don't fully look human in appearance.
Finding a seat at last, in a booth that conveniently had a curtain (Raijuu called it lucky, but Nagisa didn't trust it entirely), she sat down in a corner and tried relaxing... her eyes closed & calming her breathing in the same manner that Kaina'mei had taught her to use while meditating. Placing her hands over the Phoenix Ruby, she focused on letting Raijuu peer inside her chest. Her hands faintly glowed a golden yellow, and the dragonic being scanned every inch of her mighty heart.Raijuu: [[ I discovered the source of your pain, but you're not going to like what it is. Apparently, there's a very tiny high-tech device attached to part of your heart - lightly brushing against the lung on that side. I can sense that it's activation is what caused your pain, and it seems to be giving off some kind of tracking frequency, as well as some other electronic wavelength I'm not sure on its purpose. ]] Nagisa: "Can you destroy it or remove it from me somehow?" Raijuu: [[ Forgive me, but it'd be too dangerous to try. If I were to destroy or remove it, that might disrupt the rhythm of your heart or greatly damage that part of it. The least I can do for now is block whatever frequencies it's giving off. Then you'll be safe a while from whoever's using that device.]] And at that moment, Raijuu jammed the device. It didn't turn off, but the tracker signal of it became useless. Nagisa wondered what sort of fiend managed to get that thing into her without her even knowing about or feeling it. Guess this trip wouldn't be as fun an adventure as she'd hoped after all, with someone tracking and monitoring her like some kind of wild animal. And whoever this person was, they'd have a lot of explaining to do after she gave them a good ass kicking for messing with her...---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haji Meiwaku just entered the beginning of the main dining car when all of a sudden, the tracker screen on his wristcom went blank. Swearing aloud, he checked to make sure he hadn't accidently shut it off somehow. It was still on, but the tracker was dead. At least the EKG monitor was functioning... and showing the heart of his target was now beating a bit stronger than it'd been before. Though frustrated he no longer could track his target, he grinned at the EKG as he tried to envision what the powerful heart pumping inside of his target's chest might look like. His creepy daydream was then brought crashing back to reality when he got bumped into by a rowdy passenger who'd had too much to drink apparently.Drunkard: "Oh sharries, professers. dign't see yous there. My bad." Haji: "That's 'Doctor', good sir. And you sound like you could use a place to go sober up. Also, I'd advise you drink some water." Drunkard: "A doctor? Oh, my meestake. Hey, heard a whiles back some folks in another car be needin a doctor. You sherd go find out what's up with that." *hic* Haji wondered what that might be about, and considered maybe it might be a good idea to go asking around about this matter. After all, if the heart of his target is beating faster, perhaps it's a sign of the target being in some kind of distress? If he were to present himself to security as a doctor, getting his hands on his target would be a piece of cake...Hey guys, the convo with Haji and that guy was loud enough for plenty of folks in the dining car to overhear. So this could lend for some interesting interaction with characters who heard that the asian-looking man is a doctor.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 17, 2013 4:29:51 GMT -5
“Well, that’s a funny story. I was just sitting down, trying to enjoy my dinner, when this guy with a plate of spaghetti-“ Nopcsa paused. If the buzzing had words, it would’ve been crying “Bullshit!” loud enough for non-telepaths to hear. He’s lying again.Aaron sat up slightly in his seat, bending his knees as if he was getting ready to jump to his feet. The knife went from an angle to pointing more directly towards Nopcsa’s chest, the boy’s diminutive digits clutching it in a deathgrip. The boy finally met Nopcsa’s gaze, and still the emotions hadn’t changed. If he stabbed Nopcsa, it would be about as upsetting to the child as had he stubbed a toe. Less, probably. The mindreader wasn’t detecting any hesitation, any empathy, just necessity and a willingness to get things done. He was seriously considering flipping the table and bailing, when his guardian angel came bursting into the room like a comet from the heavens. More accurately, his skunky smelling, bloodshot eyed guardian angel faceplanted his way through the automatic doors. Nopcsa had always compared reading the mind of an intoxicated individual to reading words on a page through a colored filter, and this man’s brain was positively kaleidoscopic. Instantly, Nopcsa realized the opportunity he’d been presented with. Though the emotionless boy seemed unsurprised, he’d quickly moved on to analyzing the newcomer, leaving Nopcsa to his own devices. The young man started to turn to leave, when he noticed a woman with green hair entering their car. He paused in mid-spin, almost tripping over himself as he stumbled to a halt. A brief scan of her mind confirmed that yes, she was a Summoner. This was becoming ridiculous. First two inhuman munchkins, then an elf, then some sort of narcotics-elemental, and now a war criminal with mystical powers… After a moment, Nopcsa mentally appended “and a telepath”. He chided himself for the instant that he regarded himself as less special and extraordinary than those around him. That burst of clarity and perspective was what it took for Nopcsa to get his head back in the game. However warped, unsettling, and just plain wrong the boys were, they weren’t Powers. He’d dealt with worse. He could just tune them out, and waltz away like nothing had happened. If one of them went after him, despite his slender build and lack of muscle, he was sure he’d still have the upper hand. Maybe he could put a hand on each head, and hold them at bay like a schoolyard bully. Everything was under control. And that woman seemed to be a healer, free of charge. “My arm!” Nopcsa wailed, gesticulating wildly to indicate his wounded shoulder, “That man just slashed my arm wide open!” He pushed in nearer to Iliana, wildly gyrating the joint near her face. “When he smashed through the doors, he bumped something into me, and now look at me! I’m bleeding out!” He could hear the boy start to talk, and immediately started talking over him, dialing up his histrionics to demand the Summoner’s attention even more. “I think I’m going into shock!” He lurched wildly, making sure that it took him towards the woman with the magic hands, and away from the little psychopaths. “You can help me, right Miss? Don’t let me diiieee like this!” Nopcsa threw himself to his knees before her, still keeping his shoulder angled towards her. “Please! I’ve got so much to live for! Think of how dark the world would be without me!” Nopcsa continued bemoaning his fate even though he could already feel her healing the wound. The familiar numbness and ephemeral tingling of curative magic set in, extinguishing the stinging and drawing a pleasant, soothing warmth to the area. “Are you going to have to amputate my arm? What if the door gave me tetanus? If I get lockjaw, I won’t be able to eat any of the wonderful food here!” Nopcsa angled his head slightly, regarding the expression of the Summoner. The moment he was sure that she was done with him, he’d be making tracks. OOC: Wanted to do a massive post, but realized that I should deal with ending this brief exchange before getting into other plots. After El, Blood, and I wrap this up, I'll be handling Dace, as well as bringing other cast members in to deal with Loogs and Kara's characters.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 12, 2013 5:55:40 GMT -5
Startled though she was by the man's energy, Illiana promptly shut out what he was saying when she realised a lot of it was probably just dramatics. She wouldn't have minded him flailing around a bit less since he only had a fairly simple wound that wouldn't even take a minute to heal. Somehow he'd gotten some food, tomato sauce she guessed, all over his jacket around the wound. Either this guy was extremely clumsy, or... Well, that was none of her business.
"All done," she said, cutting through his rambling. She turned away without even looking at his face and made her way through the door that definitely did not give the guy tetanus. She'd been watching the dark haired man as he fell through the door and she was almost positive that he hadn't touched the other man.
She passed through the next carriage without incident. Apparently food had been served or the trolley had been around or something along those lines since the majority of the passengers were currently digging into what looked like gourmet meals. She didn't have any urge to sit down and eat just yet, though, since she'd eaten not that long ago. She continued walking, the doors sliding open silently.
Her movement through the train continued in the same manner until she came across a room that barely had anyone in it. She could see a couple of tables, some chairs and a stack of boxes against the wall. A pool table, dartboard, a large television and a shelf crammed full of DVDs. One of the tables, she noticed, already had a game set up on it. She glanced down the boxes to see what was available. Monopoly, Scrabble, Operation... Some of these games would be wildly unfair if they were playing against people with superhuman intelligence or reflexes. She glanced at the table to see which game had been set up.
With a small grin, she picked three random cards out - one suspect, one weapon and one room card - and put them into the supplied envelope, which she slid under the board for safekeeping. Then, she picked up the dice and rolled. She moved the Miss Scarlet playing piece four steps towards the Hall, then continued up the train.
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Post by Cendra on Jun 27, 2013 23:57:14 GMT -5
OOC: Hey Guys! Lee and I where brainstorming recently and thought that a "map" of the train might help everyone with interactions and plots. It's not finished, we're hoping to add more detail to it as we go along, but hopefully you'll like what we have thus far. docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AjDJjLwYwRz5dHNxMk9tS2tOU2hJcWVfbDF6MndnQmc&usp=sharingEdit: Sorry guys. I changed the page to public so it should work for everyone now. PM me if you're still having problems. Thanks!
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Post by Lady Kara on Jul 3, 2013 2:40:46 GMT -5
Hey... I have no way of accessing that...
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Post by Shoni on Aug 5, 2013 13:59:20 GMT -5
Flint began to eye the other passengers in the car. "You're right almost every person on this train fits the description or is close. This is going to be hard." He said as he turned to Telrien.
Attempting to remember every person he had seen so far, Flint wandered over to the window hoping a view would help him concentrate. Frost began to collect on the windows edges as he fell into thought. "Wait, why am I putting this much thought in? I don't really care if she finds this person." He thought to himself. Glancing out the window one last time he realized that he had created an iceberg on the water.
A ship appeared on the horizon and slowly cruised forward, eventually colliding with the floating ice cap. The words Titanic III could be read on the side of the ship as its hull was dragged beneath the vast expanse of water.
Quickly attempting to get away from the scene Flint turned to the girls and said, "Maybe we should try other carts."
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Post by SV on Jan 5, 2014 16:45:40 GMT -5
Sarosin slowed as he exited the bar, having a sneaking suspicion that someone was going to be following him. But who? Surely not the spastic blonde inebriate; he'd barely even interacted with her. Yoshimitsu? Ehh. Maybe. That didn't sit quite right with him though.
He listened, not turning around, as the door latched shut just a little too late. There was definitely someone behind him.
Well. That was fine.
He increased his pace, crossing the remaining length of the car with broad, casual strides as he patted the pilfered wallet in his pocket, and exited the car. Here he slid the door shut behind him and stepped to the side, waiting for his tail to catch up with him.
It didn't take long. Maybe half a minute later, the door slid open again and the bespectacled man from the bar stepped out and right into Sarosin.
"'llo," Sarosin drawled, grinning haughtily at his new friend. "Have we met before? You seem...familiar, somehow..."
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