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Post by ch00beh on Nov 1, 2009 21:37:51 GMT -5
Normally, a trip around the world was nothing too fascinating. Planes did it all the time. Cruises could if they wanted to. The invitation was only intriguing because it promised that a train, the King Thomas, would be the one to carry passengers around the world.
A woman sat casually on her large leather luggage, waiting on the platform surrounded by the rest of the crowd. She was dressed in a stage costume; a violet corset was laced tightly around her torso, and black leggings ran from the flats on her feet to the tutu around her waist. Her black-gloved hands idly fiddled with a jeweled, golden pendant around her neck. Most striking about her appearance was the ornate masquerade mask covering the upper portion of her face. Three feathers trailed off the right side of the mask, accentuating its asymmetric shape. Beneath the mask, the woman's brown eyes stared off distantly.
The masked woman seemed to perpetually wear a relaxed smile on her face. If anyone were to have looked for an extended period of time, they would have noticed the smile had not wavered, even when she did tasks that were slightly more involved than sitting down, like when she retied her somewhat long brown hair into a bun.
The train was due to leave in an hour or so. Maintenance was still getting everything straight and tidy inside, so boarding wouldn't even start soon. Passengers, most dressed well and looking proper, milled about the platform patiently.
OOC: Ok, I had a lot more exposition planned about the train itself, but I forgot what I wanted to say about it, and it's more fun to let everyone just add train cars and events as needed.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 2, 2009 2:06:37 GMT -5
"So, what are you in for?" The line was perfectly recited, as if from a movie. The trademark question of a prison inmate to another.
A woman clad in similarly bright colors had come up beside her, the movement quiet despite her heavily heeled shoes that were even coloured a loud shade of purple. Her tights were a similarly blazing shade of pink, and she wore a short purple dress with a more demurely colored pink top beneath it. However, the thing that dominated her appearance was a tophat. Not just any tophat, mind you, but one that stood almost two feet tall, and looked as if it were big enough around to swallow the girl's head whole.
"I'm Helen Mercury. Stage magician, and real magician too. I know that the sleight of hand types hate people like me, but it's not really that bad. They do what they do, with what they have, and I do what I do, with what I have."
"Didn't keep one from siccing his tiger on me, though. Boy, was that awkward... Got a lot more awkward when news got out about it, and the house was packed the next night."
Helen adjusted her hat, tweaking its sitting. A gigantic blue ostrich plume fluttered in the breeze.
"I did my best, but really, there's just no way that you can top 'flaming tiger versus a woman throwing lightning bolts'. It's kinda an impossible act to follow, you know?" -------- "Stop fussing with it."
"I never wear a tie, though."
"You fuss with it again, and I cut your hand off."
"Natalie, don't cut anything off of him, please? I don't think Sly has the time or technology to bother growing him a new one."
"Then he needs to stop messing with that tie. It's making me all nervous, and I don't usually get nervous unless explosions are going off. And they have to be pretty big ones, at that."
"I shoulda just worn my usual clothes..." The only male in the trio was clad in an immaculate white tuxedo, a precisely knotted tie fluttering in the everpresent autumnal breeze. His braid accompanied it, a long tail running to the middle of his back.
"There is no way that you'd wear your usual clothes here. Not when Thyra and I had to get all done up." The girl, adressed as Natalie, was wearing a short green dress. It was slitted even further, showing a substantial ammount of thigh. Her shoes were open toed and painfully high heeled, keeping even somebody with balance as practiced as hers constantly struggling to stay on her feet.
"To be fair, Zebedee does typically dress fairly well. However, for a function like this one, I do believe that more proper attire would be recommended," It seemed Thyra had less reason for complaint than Natalie did, however. She had picked a shoulderless ballgown, mostly in shades of perfect black, but innumerable white dots running in lines from bosom to the very bottom of the dress. Her footwear was not evident, but judging from her stance, was a considerably more comfortable selection.
"Thyra... Do you really need to keep talking like that?" Zebedee's hand started to move towards his tie, and then stopped suddenly. He pulled away as if burnt, causing Natalie's grimace to loosen even so slightly.
"I'm sorry Zebedee. It's just... This is what my parent raised me to be around, as I'm sure you know. With their jobs, they had a lot of important people over as visitors. So they wanted to ensure that my behavior wouldn't leave a bad taste in the mouths of any potential donors or patrons..." Thya's expression fell ever so slighlty, her warm brown eyes growing colder at the hand of the past.
"Hey, I know." Zebedee put a hand on her shoulder. Thyra jolted slightly with the touch, and looked over to him with a nervous smile. He drew away, but there was a grin on his lips.
"Honestly... You two-" Natalie was interupted by one of her shoes deciding to take a detour to the side, leaving her spinning her arms wildly for balance.
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Post by hermes on Nov 2, 2009 5:34:21 GMT -5
"Really, I would've thought you'd be more forward..." Prime said, clapping a hand on Zebedee's shoulder.
"But still, we should keep our comments to ourselves." Eragon said, grinning brazenly from behind Prime.
The two of them were a stunning contrast. Eragon was wearing a white silk suit, with a deep purple undershirt to set off his azure hair, and a long white tie, tucked neatly under his coat. He smiled, revealing stunning pearly white teeth.
Prime on the other hand was wearing a black suit, with a pinstripe red silk undershirt, and a black silk tie with a gray and black crosshatching pattern. It gave him a smokey look, accentuated by his red hair, and brightened his eye's to such a degree, that they could almost be mistaken for the moon.
The two of them looked like old friends reunited, and more than a little glad to see each other again, and quite willing to tease and jest with those around them.
Eragon smirked a little, and bowed to Natalie. "Why Natalie, you look absolutely lovely. You must dance with me later, I'd be remiss if I were to lose the chance."
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 2, 2009 10:30:55 GMT -5
"I am here on vacation," the woman said while looking up at Helen. Her voice was distant, as if she weren't completely there, but there was a strong air of confidence in every word. "Call me Masquerade. I perform on stage occasionally, but mostly I just do things for the fun of it."
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Rie walked through Zebedee's closed door to find everyone playing dress up. She looked like she had just woken up due to her gym shorts and hoodie.
"What's going on in here?"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 2, 2009 13:48:55 GMT -5
The three gentlemen were dressed in relatively modest tuxedos, between which the only substantial difference -- apart from the obvious variations in cut -- was the color of their ties. The gentleman wearing the golden tie was the shortest of the three by at least a head, and sported a receding hairline and some premature creases about his face, yet was also the only one among them who was smiling. He lit a cigarette and sighed, taking the crowd around them in with contentment. The gentleman wearing the scarlet tie was the stoutest, with a muscular frame and heavy eyebrows. His arms were folded over his broad chest, and he seemed more interested in intimidating those who passed by than welcoming them. The gentleman wearing the turquoise tie was the leanest. He possessed curly hair, glasses, narrow cheeks and no evident interest other than examining the shiny chassis of the King Thomas. The gentlemen in the golden and scarlet ties had identical Aquiline noses. The gentlemen in the scarlet and turquoise ties had the same very dark eyes. The gentlemen in the turquoise and golden ties had similarly slender hands. "The hell are these people thinkin'?" Cesare muttered, pointing at a pair of women. "Look at those two. What are they, a peacock and a flamingo? I mean there's dolled-up and then there's just tacky. And check out the guy with the blue hair. That's got to be some kind of--" "Says Cesare, resident fashion virtuoso. Soon to debut on National Geographic as The Clothes Whisperer." Massimo puffed on the cigarette while batting away the middle brother's punch. "All right now, come on, let's see some professionality." "The hell's their problem, though?" Massimo craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the ladies Cesare had pointed out. "I'd say they're probably actresses. Part of the trip's entertainment... If we're lucky." "Peacocks can't be female." Both of the older brothers looked at Nico, who hadn't spoken for perhaps ten minutes. "What's that?" Cesare asked. "Peacocks can't be female." "What are you talkin' about? Of course they can." "Female peafowl are called peahens. They don't have the plumage." Cesare shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever." Massimo wasn't prepared to open up an argument about the necessity or otherwise of gender agreement in metaphor, especially because he doubted his youngest brother had something more to say on the matter in any event. Instead he simply tapped his foot lightly on the platform.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 2, 2009 16:19:14 GMT -5
OOC- I'm not sure on this, since Lee's and ch00bs' posts are telling me two seperate things. From what I can gather from Lee's post, they're waiting for the train? (The bit about the autumn breeze)
"Man, don't I feel like a fish out of water," Yoshimitsu commented, catching one of Natalie's flailing arms and helping her right herself. "Shirt and tie deals... so not me."
The boy looked, for once in his life, presentable. Despite his ever-vibrant blue hair, spiked perfectly with the sweeping side fringe, the rest of him looked almost formal. A pure white, brand new and completely unblemished shirt covered his torso, the long sleeves joined by silver cufflinks around his wrists. A deep blue tie ran down the middle of the shirt, swaying slightly in the breeze. Hooked around his finger and thrown casually over his shoulder was a black suit jacket with deep blue lining, the same colour as his tie. It was blatantly expensive, and quite possibly cut specifically for him. Suit pants to match his jacket clung to his hips loosely, held up by a leather belt. His shoes, black and shiny, were a drastic change from his usual ratty old trainers.
"Yeah... uh, hi guys," he said sheepishly to the small gathering. "The train part had me interested. Thought I'd check it out. How ya been?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 3, 2009 1:32:38 GMT -5
"If I can actually walk later, you might get a chance." Natalie growled. She stomped her heel, throwing herself off balance once more. Yoshimitsu caught her this time, and the warrior quickly shifted her balance back into a more steady position.
"I'm this close to just going barefoot, I swear-" She turned, slightly, and as an afterthought, "Thanks, Yoshimitsu."
"It's not exactly my deal either, but the food is good, and Sly had a few spare tickets to pass along. Something about helping iron out a few tech issues or whatever. I dunno. But here we are."
"We've been doing well, Yoshimitsu." Thyra nodded to him, and stepped closer, her gown rustling as she moved.
"Not much action around Whelkshore since... You know." Zebedee offered without facing the new arrival. Ender's passing was still fresh in a lot of minds, and bringing it up around Natalie was a surefire way to provoke her.
"Though we're managing to keep busy, elsewhere. Slateport's repairs are going nicely, and we're starting to actually get quite the influx of people. I actually have neighbors for once that aren't fellow workers in the reconstruction." Thyra's voice trembled ever so slightly.
"That's the first time in almost six years."
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Post by hermes on Nov 3, 2009 5:09:36 GMT -5
Prime put a consoling hand on Thyra's shoulder, "If it makes you feel any better, I was thinking about setting up a place in Slateport. Whelkshore is a little... High profile, when you possess a supernatural ability." He said, taking his hand from her shoulder and turning to Zebedee.
"Speaking of which," He said to Zebedee, "Look at these." He said, holding his hands out palm up. On each one, was a tattoo of an azure star. Each one was inscribed with an effect that caused the surfaces of the stars to roil as though burning as the eye shifted across them. The one on his left hand seemed to be surrounded in a fine mist, the one on his right had flowing rings of plasma fire.
"I'm not entirely sure how these happened, but I wouldn't say I'm an ordinary human anymore." Prime said thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, I seem to be having flashbacks of a life before this one. I knew you then to, apparently. Do you remember anything about that? Eragon there says his memories of that time are there, but hazy."
"Gladly take you up on that," Eragon was saying to Natalie, "As for the shoes, well." He pulled a face, they looked painful, "You know there's a woman's shoe store just outside the station. Along with purses, assuming you want one to go with that outfit." He said, sidling up to Nat, "So, where in gods name do you hide your weapons in that thing?" Eragon asked curiously.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 3, 2009 8:09:32 GMT -5
The corners of Masquerades lips curled up slightly higher. "It really shouldn't surprise me that I get so many looks when I'm dressed like this. And with you standing beside me, Helen, it shouldn't surprise me even more. But even still," she was looking directly at a trio of distinctive men gawking judgmentally at the pair, "I can't help but notice when it happens."
The look she gave the men was friendly. It could have been an invitational expression, if less of her face was obscured. "I suppose the intriguing thing is that these three were the only ones in the crowd to stop and stare instead of glancing, doing a double take, and looking away as if nothing were there."
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Rie walked up the steps to the platform with practiced ease despite her high heel stilettos. She actually liked these shoes. In times of emergency, she could take them off and stab things with them. She made her way to the group.
"You should all stop fidgeting. Clothes are just pieces of fabric that cover your skin," she said idly. She herself was wearing a simple black gown, and if her expressionless face was any indication, she was completely indifferent towards it. Over her gown, however, was a brown hoodie that looked slightly too big for her frame.
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Post by SV on Nov 3, 2009 22:04:56 GMT -5
Mahlon Moore waited on the platform in the midst of a growing crowd of well-dressed individuals. She herself wore an understated gown cut like a sundress, its silken fabric dyed the teal color of a tropical lagoon; visually, she blended in with the mass. However, she knew no one. Her long coppery hair blew in sleek strands in the breeze, fluttering about her face as she studied her ticket for what must have been the hundredth time.
Three weeks ago she had received it in the mail and thought it had been misaddressed. A quick call to the number supplied on the congratulatory letter confirmed that it was indeed hers, but she still could not figure out why it was hers.
Or, for that matter, why she was here. All expenses paid trip on the premiere voyage of the King Thomas luxury train, was all the brochure had to say. The destination was vague and the guest list even moreso. Once again, Mahlon found herself considering turning around and grabbing a taxi home.
It was then that someone collided with her luggage cart.
Several small parcels, both hers and those belonging to the dapper businessman who'd run into her, scattered themselves all around. She gasped, startled, but before she could move the man began to collect them all, spouting apologies all the while.
"Ah, sh-- I'm sorry, miss."
"No, no, it's alright --"
"--Really, I apologize --"
"It's nothing, don't worry --"
"--Should've been watching where I was going --"
"It's fine, really -- um -- that's mine…Oh…" Her brow furrowed in confusion as the stranger began loading her own suitcases onto his cart.
"Hand me that there, would you, miss?" The man gestured at a hatbox that had rolled a small distance away from her.
She stooped to pick it up and turned back to him, holding it out uncertainly. "I'm sorry, but…do I know you?"
The man raised an eyebrow at her and extended a hand. "Sarosin Narita," he said pleasantly before turning back to their luggage. "You do now."
She shook his hand and continued to watch, perplexed. "But...those are my things."
Sarosin leaned one hand on the handle of the cart, eying her. "I don't believe I caught your name."
"...It's Mahlon. Mahlon Moore."
Sarosin inclined his head toward her courteously. "So it is. Well, Miss Moore, it is hardly befitting a lady such as yourself to struggle with such cumbersome burdens as these." At this, he plucked the hatbox from her hands and nestled it on top of the precarious stack of suitcases. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, you and I have a train to catch."
Smiling genially at her once more, he turned and heaved the luggage cart into motion, maneuvering it deftly into the thick of the crowd toward the front of the platform. His broad muscled shoulders barely seemed to strain under an expensive khaki trench coat.
Mahlon stood for a moment, befuddled, before rushing to catch up with him on satin-slippered feet.
OOC: Rhys may come in later.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 4, 2009 0:30:00 GMT -5
After catching the eye of one of the flamboyantly dressed ladies, Massimo lightly nudged Nico's arm. "They've noticed us. Whyn't you go say hello." Nico gave no indication of hearing this. "Hey, come on, you're the ladykiller here," Massimo smiled.
"Nico?" Cesare let out a snort. "Please. Little bro's got nothin'. Tell you what, I'll go." He slid the strap of his duffel bag off his shoulder and laid it on the platform. Then he started toward the ladies.
"I don't think I asked you to," said Massimo.
Cesare stopped short.
"I'm fairly sure I decided to field Nico for this one." Massimo nodded to his youngest brother. "Go on, work your magic. Make sure to ask if they've got a friend..."
But this remark fell short of reaching Nico, who had already moved past Cesare and into the crowd. After narrowly sidestepping a station worker pushing a mountainous luggage cart, he approached the women.
"Excuse me," he said to the one wearing the top hat, on the grounds that the other one's face wasn't fully revealed, which would make his next lie less plausible. "Haven't I seen you before?"
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 4, 2009 1:47:40 GMT -5
OOC - Pohatu, you know, you're using that line on a nationally recognized hero icon right? She's cherrygrove, as in, cherrygrove alliance. People would know this, he should recognize her... OOC: Maybe it's not a lie. Who knows. Not me! OOC: Potato knows this, but does Nico...? Also, I do not know which brother is which. I just know they have three different ties, and three different names, but I cannot match them together. OOC: Maaan, I didn't make that work?
Massimo = golden Cesare = scarlet Nico = turquoise OOC: Well I figured Massimo was golden, and I thought Nico was turquoise, but then Cesare just kind of confused me. Anyway. BIC: "Oh please," Masquerade said, looking the lean man up and down while keeping the sly smile on her face, "if you had seen a woman as spectacularly dressed as my new associate," she gestured towards Helen, "you wouldn't have to ask, now would you? "But the slight hesitation, the blatant lie... you don't do this much, or you were not exactly willing." She briefly glanced at the two other similarly men, then turned back to Turquoise. Her smile was slightly wider than before, revealing perfectly whitened teeth. From afar, it would seem like she was absolutely enthralled by the young man in front of her. Masquerade stood up and took the young man's arm. She leaned in close to his ear. "Tell me, how long do you think we can keep this charade before your associates come to investigate?" She giggled.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 4, 2009 3:50:04 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know where the hell people keep getting Cherrygrove from for Helen. She associated with Rie before Rie was Cherrygrove, and Terrian before he was Cherrygrove. She's not hostile towards them, but she's Summoner first, Brogues'n'Rogues second, and about as much Cherrygrove as, say, Tanner. She's cooperated with people in that alliance twice, now, in her whole career.
Granted, Terrian assumed she was Cherrygrove, but that's only because at the time, he met her as a friendly power, and the popular opinion on "Summoners" is something akin to WWII anti-Nazi propaganda.
BIC: "You may have, may not have," Helen shrugged noncommittally, her tophat bobbing. It was slightly evident how it was held in place, coils of tightly styled purple hair sweeping up from her head and into the hat. Evidently, she had it in a bun, or something similar, for it to catch on.
"And don't go thinking that we're all that memorable. Sure, I'm brightly dressed and a bit of a looker, admittedly, but on the other hand, so is almost any showgirl. If this fellow happens to make regular trips to Vegas, I'm merely one gaudy, shapely face in the crowd."
"I don't know if you heard my name before, but maybe it'd ring a bell. Helen Mercury, hm?" Helen extended a hand in greeting, ignoring Masquerade's comments with a slight air of impatience. A lot of people in show business were eccentric, but... Some people could be frustrating, in ways.
Hopefully, Masquerade would get tired of this little game before it got too exasperating for Helen. ------- "We'd welcome you in Slateport..." Thyra drew away from the touch, gingerly.
"Considering how we're still establishing the vital functions of society, people who can help keep order and fend off those that would try to exploit our situation are always in demand. Sly and I are almost constantly busy, and the other people in our group aren't much better off."
"That's for sure. I put in two days a week on the reconstruction effort, and those don't really... Well, I don't get to rest very much during them," Zebedee sighed.
"I did associate with another man named Prime... Though he was different. I don't really know how to say it, but he was something else. Like he was on another level or something." Zebedee took a hold of Prime's hand, scrutinizing at the design.
"In fact, he gave me something that looked very similar to those." The young man released his grip and turned away. "Not that I still happen to have it. Got misplaced or somesuch."
"I don't need a purse. Really, if it wasn't for trying to keep my appearance good enough for this crowd-" Natalie flickered, the shoes disappearing, and her coiled blade appearing in her hand, "I wouldn't even be wearing those blasted things... Hey, Rie."
"Or that don't cover somebody's skin, in some cases," Zebedee jerked his head towards Natalie, who shot back a death glare.
OOC: And that's what I get for waiting too long to respond...
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Post by hermes on Nov 4, 2009 6:21:51 GMT -5
"Ah, ignore him!" Eragon said, grinning, "You look great. A woman shouldn't be afraid to dazzle." He said, casting a sideways glace at Nat's hoodie. "Though obviously it isn't so much for others." He frowned thoughtfully, she'd probably look great if not for the hoodie.
Prime smiled understandingly as Thyra pulled away, he wasn't hurt, the touch had merely been friendly, and he was a bit of a touchy person by nature. He liked to try to inspire strong bonds in his friends, and few would go so far as to express themselves in a consoling touch.
Prime nodded to Zebedee's comment about the stars on his hands, and pressured the tattoo's with his will.
"Yeah I know, only now there seem to be two of them." Prime said, each of the differently styled stars hovering, in miniature, above his hands.
"I don't really know what to make of them, but they do become a sword and armor when I sort of, release them? I think release is the right word. Release them from my hands." Prime said, his brow furrowing thoughtfully.
"Aaaah," He sighed, "Shame we don't have the time or space for a spar, I'd really like to explore this, but I haven't had time. When I came back from out last adventure, I found that my assets had been seized by, uh," And he lowered his voice here, "Nopcsa and his cohorts. My possessions and pending return to my pocket, but apparently they anticipated that I'd be more against than with, and locked up my house in a pocket dimension." Prime sighed,
"Thats why I was asking Thyra about Slateport," He said, "It seems to be close enough for me to get here quickly, if I need to, and there's lots of room for realestate expansion right now. Even if sad circumstances are the cause, we all need somewhere to live, and I've never been fond of renting."
Just then, the young player caught his ear, and he noticed another familiar face. "Helen! Now there's someone I haven't seen for a lifetime!" Prime said, chuckling. He looked over the young player, and shook his head.
"Tisk tisk tisk," He said, "Never say what any other man would say. That's a terrible opener, get in with the group, then isolate her. Gotta make sure the friends don't cut you off." Prime said, then started laughing again.
"Sorry for going off on a tangent on you Zebedee," He said, cooling down, "But it seems my luckless search from romance is futile." He shivered, "I'm still a bit afraid that demon princess might take a side trip to our plane to visit." He started muttering, then dismissed the idea. The laws of their world should, theoretically, prevent it..
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 4, 2009 10:43:32 GMT -5
OOC: It has come to my attention that there may be some confusion as to timeline. This RP comes before anything in Ishkabible happens.
BIC: Masquerade hesitated for a moment when she heard the annoyance in Helen's voice, then dropped the young man's arm. "Well, Miss Mercury, there lies the difference in our approaches. I suppose I never mentioned that I'm the sleight-of-hand type, not an actual magician.
"Honesty with magic. You don't rely on tricks to change the world, you simply make things as such." Masquerade's voice was not condescending or malicious; instead it was more thoughtful and informative, and just as distant as it had been earlier. "Whereas I use words and actions to make the human mind believe things it shouldn't."
The woman paused. "I apologize. Sometimes I can't help but analyze a person."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 4, 2009 13:18:41 GMT -5
OOC:"Ah, ignore him!" Eragon said, grinning, "You look great. A woman shouldn't be afraid to dazzle." He said, casting a sideways glace at Nat's hoodie. "Though obviously it isn't so much for others." He frowned thoughtfully, she'd probably look great if not for the hoodie. The girl, adressed as Natalie, was wearing a short green dress. It was slitted even further, showing a substantial ammount of thigh. Her shoes were open toed and painfully high heeled, keeping even somebody with balance as practiced as hers constantly struggling to stay on her feet. Rie walked up the steps to the platform with practiced ease despite her high heel stilettos. She actually liked these shoes. In times of emergency, she could take them off and stab things with them. She made her way to the group. "You should all stop fidgeting. Clothes are just pieces of fabric that cover your skin," she said idly. She herself was wearing a simple black gown, and if her expressionless face was any indication, she was completely indifferent towards it. Over her gown, however, was a brown hoodie that looked slightly too big for her frame. Nico blinked as the masked woman first took his arm. He could tell she was looking at Massimo and Cesare over his shoulder, but he didn't turn back to look at them. In response to the question she whispered into his ear, he said succinctly, "Um." Then the other woman, in the top hat, introduced herself. Nico frowned. The name "Mercury" did suggest something... Through some unclear association, Nico found himself thinking of Olivine City. Perhaps Mangjeol had thrown in a rumor of some supernatural activity there in an effort to earn more money the last time they'd spoken. Yes... That seemed likeliest. For Nico to have forgotten the specifics was an unfortunate inevitability when he was dealing with someone who talked as much as Mangjeol. "I'm--" And that was enough of an opening for another man to interject. Why, he was giving Nico advice. How odd that he should have heard Nico speaking at all. Nico stared at the man for the duration of his counseling session before trying again. "This--" "How are we doing over here? Oh, no no no. Now you understand, when I said to ask if they had a friend, I did mean a female friend..." Massimo had appeared beside Nico. The oldest brother puffed his cigarette and looked up at the new man cheerfully. "Then again, I could have spoken too soon. You and Cesare will probably hit it off just fine." "Fuggin' kidding me," Nico heard Cesare mutter. He turned to see the middle brother standing a few feet behind. It appeared Massimo had charged Cesare with the task of bringing all their luggage over to the group. "Yes, I am," Massimo said without missing a beat. "Well, ladies, how did he do? Charmed, I hope? Excuse me -- my name is Massimo Giarrettiera. These are my brothers, Cesare--" (he gestured over his shoulder, and Cesare managed an obliging smile) "--and Giacomo Casanova. You can just call him Nico, though."
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Nov 7, 2009 0:34:53 GMT -5
The train is going to be leaving soon Aquara thought to herself, desperately trying to hurry to the boarding platform. "Can't you go any faster!" she stated demandingly to the taxi driver.
"I'm sorry Ma'am the speed limit is--"
"I don't care what the speed limit is, just get me to that boarding platform!" Aquara shouted angrily.
The engine of the vehicle roared as it weaved through traffic making its way to the destination. Quickly, but certainly not legally, Aquara had arrived at the building sporting the boarding for the new train, which was curiously named "Luxury Train".
High heels are so troublesome for a girl like me Stepping out of the vehicle, her attire was exposed, showing what she had decided to wear to this gathering of individuals. She was showing a beautiful ball gown, that mixed in a mask party style as well. The dress was strapless allowing her nape and neck to be exposed, showing her natural, and slightly tanned, skin. Following down, her bosoms were covered by a black corsette, with white ribbons tieing down her exposed back. The corsette was outlined with what appeared to be white feathers. The gown itself had sections of white, and black striped going in a verticle direction, when counting there were two black, and two white stripes, one following another. Aquara's heels were black as well, with white feathers at the heels facing pointing upwards.
Oh, good, they are all still here. Thank goodness Aquara casually walked to the boarding station. As she made her appearence, she didn't really see anyone that was immediately familiar to her. "Ah..." She said sighing, "Maybe I should have brought a friend to keep me company." She adjusted her glasses, and checked her hair, to make sure that her 'Up-do' was still in tact. Whipping out a black and white feathered fan, she covered half her face, and made her way in to mingle with the attendee's.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 7, 2009 12:01:25 GMT -5
"Charmed, gentlemen," Masquerade said to the brothers. She opened her mouth to say more, but before a sound could escape her glossy lips, a shrill cry whistled across the platform. After the sound slowly subsided and faded away, a man dressed in a black uniform stepped out of the train to address everyone.
"The King Thomas will be departing in fifteen minutes! Please present your invitation to a conductor before boarding the train."
"Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure meeting all of you," Masquerade turned to Helen, "and you as well, Magician. I trust we'll all see each other inside?"
With that, she spryly hopped to her feet and picked up one end of her luggage. The other end had wheels, so dragging it across the platform to the train was a trivial manner. However, it seemed that bringing the large case up the stairs into the train would be a challenge. After presenting her invitation to the conductor, Masquerade stood in quiet contemplation for a moment.
"Ma'am, do you need any help wi-" the conductor began. Before he could finish, Masquerade had firmly gripped the handle on her luggage and with surprising ease, threw it inside.
"No, but thank you for your offer." She winked as she stepped into the train. She shook her arms; just because she could throw her case without breaking anything didn't mean she didn't strain herself.
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Rie slowly made her way through the crowd. Literally. She was walking at a steady pace, phasing through whoever happened to get in her way. In this fashion, she got to the front of the line in about a minute.
"Uh," the conductor said, stricken with a mixture of fear and confusion. He rubbed his eyes, and when he reopened them with Rie still standing there, the look on his face showed that he wasn't the most happy person around. "Y-your invitation, miss?"
"Invitation?" Rie said.
"Yes. This was an i-invitation only ride."
"Oh."
Rie retreated back through the crowd to Zebedee and company. "Do any of you have an invitation that I can use?"
Everyone shook their head.
"Oh. I'll meet you guys inside, then."
With that, Rie dropped through the ground. Moment's later, the discerning eye would have caught movement under one of the train cars.
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Post by Cendra on Nov 7, 2009 17:58:13 GMT -5
Telrien walked briskly to the back of the line of people waiting to board the train. The blond wore a silk like, strapless, red dress that swayed around her knees and around her waist a wide, black robin was loosely tied off to one side. Across her shoulder hung a medium sized duffel bag that appeared to be ready to burst it's zipper.
“Well, I suppose I'm just on time. Too bad I don't see anyone I know around here.” a bit of disappointment entered her voice as she spoke to herself, but then a smile broke out on her face.
“Oh well, this should be fun anyway. I mean, I've never actually been invited to a place like this before.” Her smile widened to a mischievous grin as she observed the people in line more closely.
“There sure are some interesting characters here. Not that I'm really one to talk, I suppose.”
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 10, 2009 0:35:04 GMT -5
Massimo stomped out his cigarette on the platform before approaching the conductor. "Nice piece of work," he smiled, gesturing down the length of the train. "Giarrettiera. G-I-A. Three for first class. Quite the honor for everyone, isn't it."
The conductor nodded. "One to tell the grandkids about." He crossed off a few lines on a list, then looked back down at Massimo, and then at the other two who were still standing some distance beyond. "Those'll be...?"
"Misters Giarrettiera and Giarrettiera, yes. The full set for this one. All right, in they go -- no need to show off, there -- all right, easy..." For Cesare, who had obviously seen the masked woman toss her case into the train car unaided, seemed determined to prove his own capability by throwing in his, Massimo's and Nico's baggage with only one sizeable hand.
Massimo said in a low voice, "Cesare, you're my brother and I love you, but so help me if you just broke any of my things you are going to be deboarding the train somewhere on the Pacific."
Cesare snorted. "Carry your own shit, then."
"Take not my words lightly," Massimo warned. Raising a hand to the conductor, he moved up the steps and into the car. A stewardess directed them to the first class car, an impressive piece set about with high-backed plush chairs that formed open rings. Massimo settled into one of the rings, slid his duffel bag under the seat, and settled back. Cesare and Nico followed; the former sat near the edge of the ring and kept a cagey eye on the rest of the car, while the latter simply perched his elbow on the windowpane and stared back out at the train station.
"Comfy," Massimo said.
"Could be worse," Cesare said.
Nico had no comment.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Nov 12, 2009 13:55:35 GMT -5
It appears as if the boarding is going to start Aquara thought to herself, peering through the crowd, trying to pick out someone she knew. Her head fell in disappointment Why do I come to these things!? Not only do these High Heels freaking hurt, I don't know anyone attending Aquara bit her lip, a tingle shooting up her spine Okay, stay calm, Aquara, stay calm. Slowly looking to her left, she could see one of the attendants to the train ogling her 'goodies'. A look of sheer terror befell across Aquara's face, Oh god, why did THAT have to see me! Throwing her fan up to the side of her face, she quickly scurried (as fast as one could scurry in high heels) to the back of the line. As she was walking, her hips swayed side to side, in the most alluring manner, STOP IT! DAMN YOU! Aquara shouted mentally at her hip. EFFING HEELS! I HATE YOU! She could feel two holes boring through her back, and stopping at her chest. It sent a tingle up her spine If we weren't in public, I would totally lay some hurt on that guy!!
She noted that there was a girl patiently waiting to board in a red strapless dress. "Th-thank good -ness your here!" She said stammering, "It appears as if I found at least someone to introduce myself to," Aquara stated, goose bumps popping up across her shoulders... the eyes still staring at her it seemed. Speaking to Telrien she introduced herself, as politely as she could "My Name is Oceanara, Aquara Oceanara."
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Post by Cendra on Nov 12, 2009 19:18:45 GMT -5
Telrien started a little at the warm greeting that come from behind her. “Not exactly what I'm used to...” she thought. Turning to face the stranger, she found a woman who looked a bit flustered, but pleasant. She gave a friendly smile and extended her hand out to Aquara.
“It's nice to meet you, Miss Oceanara. I'm Telrien Wallen. I take it you don't know anyone here either? Don't worry. You'll have a whole train of people to introduce yourself to soon enough. That's the whole fun of it.” She said with a wink.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 17, 2009 20:43:01 GMT -5
OOC: I was going to yell at Lee to post since this is waiting on him, but then I remembered that my RPs wait for no one. And by extension, neither do my trains.
BIC: Rie pulled herself up through the train floor with practiced ease. The room she entered was empty and by the looks of it, was the luxury equivalent of coach. The walls were made with polished mahogany, as were the bed supports. The supports were cantilevered out of the two walls not being occupied by the door or window.
Rie sat down on one of the beds, noting the head rests built into the wall. She considered saving the room for the rest of her company, but decided that physically stopping the rightful tenants to this room would be too annoying to clean up after. After thinking of all the ways to dispose of a body on a train and giving up, the girl stood up and opened the compartment door, stepping into the relatively tight hallway.
Other passengers were busily pulling luggage through the corridor and into their respective rooms. Rie pulled back into her room twice before deciding that moving to a different room was more trouble than getting rid of a body.
Ten minutes went by, and many more snazzily dressed folks meandered by Rie's door. The number of passing persons (passingers) slowly dwindled as time went on, and when the hallway had almost completely quieted down, the train's whistle blew again, indicating that it would leave soon. Rie looked out her window, noticing Zebedee, Nat, and Thyra still standing outside.
The trio slowly began moving to the left. No, the train slowly started moving to the right. No, forward. Rie stared at the trio a moment longer, shrugged, then lay down. The bed was soft. She almost sank in. And the engine was quiet, or the tracks were smooth, or at least the insulation in the train cars was superb. Or maybe all three. This was going to be a boring trip.
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Post by hermes on Nov 18, 2009 12:04:22 GMT -5
Eragon laughed, "It seems we've all been talking here a bit to long." He said to those assembled, "The train appears to be leaving."
Without further adue, he grabbed Natalies hand, and half dragged her towards the train.
Prime took a two step start, then jumped onto the rear car of the train, landing neatly by the rails of the caboose. He grabbed Eragon's hand, a pulled him and Natalie onto the train before it really started to speed up.
"You can either teleport or jog like a mofo!" Prime yelled at Zebedee, who seemed quite flustered by the suddenly fast paced events.
Prime pushed his swords out of the way, as he opened the cabooses door for the ladies. He was wearing exactly four to many for a public space, and three more than one would normally be seen with.
They all appeared to be dress swords, but the discerning eye would note the stylishly plain handles would still provide excellent grip, and that the blades concealed behinds the black laquired sheaths were likely fully serviceable.
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Post by Lady Kara on Nov 18, 2009 21:57:05 GMT -5
OOC: Well, here goes nothing. Not exactly my sort of RP atmosphere, but I'm always up for a challenge and change of scenery...LOL. Edit = I was right, Nagisa does have magenta hair. Guess my short-term memory ain't too bad. XD
BIC:
Having just been rudely rushed into a hallway by one of the attendants after she'd hurriedly hopped aboard the train, Nagisa could only stop for a few moments and lean against a wall to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding fiercely inside of her chest from how fast she'd been running, and she felt dizzy as she stood there hoping for it to calm down soon. As she gently rested a hand on her bosom, feeling every strong pulse of her heart beneath her fingertips, she looked down at the ornate lime green and gold gown that she was wearing and sighed. She wasn't used to wearing such fancy clothes, though it was pleasing to be adorned in garb decorated in the same mystical emblems that she bore in the tattoo on her back - the mark of being the oracle of Raijuu, Divine Dragon of Light. Nagisa took deep breaths and cursed her being so late to have had to run and jump onto the train, but after all, she had no idea that she'd be so late in reaching the station, having the misfortune of being given very sloppy directions in how to reach it. Minutes ticked by, and finally she felt as though her heart was beating normal enough again for her to move about the train. The magenta-haired elf girl wondered as to where her compartment might be located, and it looked as though she was the only one who hadn't found their room yet, the hall being empty. Also bothersome was the fact that there were no attendants in sight for her to question about finding her room. Distressed and a little worried, she gazed up and down the corridor while nervously stroking the back of one of her long pointed ears - eagerly hoping that an attendant would appear soon...
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 23, 2009 2:32:59 GMT -5
OOC: IIRC, my calculations put the trip at 9-12 days, depending on the train’s speed. Dunno how limiting this’ll be. Once I do a bit more math, I’ll be able to tell the rough area covered each day. Luckily, though, it’s been heavily implied that we’re going across the Pacific first, so that’s like a third of the plot before I have to get my act together.
And Cendra, IM me before acting from my post, m'kay?
BIC: "I can take care of myself, y'know," Natalie gently slipped her hand from Eragon’s grasp. The train lurched forwards ever so slightly, and the warrior raised an arm, bracing against the movement.
“Not that the help wasn’t appreciated…” Nat glanced at the young man for a moment, and then turned away, “But I really have to be on my way. We’re gonna be on here for a week or so, and I’ll be damned before I’d be caught not knowing where all the different dining cars are located.”
Her cheek twitched slightly. Almost a smile, or at least, a small, halfway aborted grin. She pushed past a young couple admiring the scenery, and continued working her way towards the front of the train. ------- “Eh, either or… Not my favorite choices, either way,” Zebedee muttered with a smirk. He extended a hand to Thyra, who held up her palm.
“Either way, I think you’ve gotta go about this the same way,” Zebedee shrugged, a few traces of sunlight dancing through his aura.
“Yes, I’m aware. It’s just… Well, you know…” Thyra looked downwards for a moment.
“Mmhm. Gotcha.” Zebedee rose up from the train platform, the winds around him intensifying. A cloud of dust and leaves flew out to all sides from him.
“Of course, I am in a dress-“
“Fly low, right?”
“I suppose.” Thyra put her arms out before her, the air beneath her forearms rippling under some otherwise invisible force. Her skirts rippled wildly, staying down but rustling loudly.
“And off we go?” Zebedee hovered out over the tracks, pulling a quick U-turn, and the hovering, waiting for his friend to follow.
“Off we go.”
And with that, the two took off, tailing their intended ride. ------- “Oh, Miss Wallen, I am disappointed to hear that from you…” A rich, albeit smoky voice came from behind the two ladies. A fellow, tall and clad entirely in shades of red, gold, and white, had stepped up behind them. His distinctive blonde mustache twitched with a slight smile.
“You, of all people, should know that the experience of luxury, is of all things, the greatest treasure. The people are an important portion, but it is the experience in its entirety that is the thing one should seek.” The man nodded to Aquara.
“For example, you two beautiful young ladies… Put you in these fine dresses, at the site of one of the most important events in the history of travel, and you’ve got an occasion, and company, that a man such as myself would be remorseful to miss.”
“But, say that we all were in sweatclothes, lounging about? Well, I find it doubtful that many people would be willing to pay for tickets to such an event, even in spite of your formidable charms.”
“Ms. Wallen is already an acquaintance of mine, I’m happy to say. But I do not believe we have ever met before, Ms. Oceanara?” The man offered his ticket to the man at the boarding platform, and stepped into the train after his companions.
He offered his hand to her for a greeting handshake. Sinuous golden patterns, reminiscent of dragons, wound down the sleeves of his shirt. A large ruby on each cuff completed the image, alluding to a dragon’s eyes without becoming an outright depiction.
“They call me Orville Giguere. Collector of rarities, and on this occasion, fellow traveler. I am quite pleased to have met you.” ------- The door into the car slid open with a gentle click.
"Hey, there," A friendly voice called out from behind Nagisa, one of rather mundane pitch but with a strong note of confidence to it. The speaker entered, a young woman. She was a bit shorter than the oracle, but still had to duck as she came through the doorway. A large pink tophat made the maneuver neccessary, towering over her head like a wastebasket turned on end.
"You doing okay?" Helen wasn't familiar with the girl, as far as she knew, but she didn't seem particularly harmful. Provided that giving her a hand with whatever was the matter didn't take more than an hour, everything would be just fine.
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