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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 11, 2010 16:08:22 GMT -5
Can we get a list of characters and locations please? I'm confused as to where everyone is!
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 11, 2010 17:11:54 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, you can.
- Rho & Hig, Zebedee, Thyra, Ivan and Dmitri are on top of the train, at the front. - Rie, Death, George and Yoshimitsu are in the first-class bar. Sarosin is just leaving, and Nico’s started up to follow him. - Emily and Natalie are somewhere around either the first-class or coach buffet car, but they seem to have passed out of existence. - Nagisa is searching for her room. Helen is going somewhere to get ready for her performance. Masquerade was left standing alone. Boo hoo - There’s totally a rec room which no one has used yet and I am just bringing its existence back up for consideration. I want everyone on board this train to play one giant game of Clue, so sue me. - Kyle, Massimo and Nick are in the coach bar. - Prime, Creed, Nopcsa and Giguere are in the coach buffet car. Berthold and Lacy are also there but are uninvolved in the confrontation. (I thought Telrien had also been apprehended, but it seems like Biscuit edited that part out.) - A STRANGE JAPANESE MAN is in his room. Arnold is also in his room. Felix just left his room. Flint is somewhere around his room. “His room” is a popular location for forgotten characters. I’m pretending all these characters are in coach sleepers and that Nagisa/Helen/Masquerade are in first calss. - Cesare is bleeding somewhere in the penultimate car. - I’m also pretending Vaxx never posted in this topic.
Stuff to keep an eye on: the showdown in the buffet, Nico and Sarosin's imminent tete-a-tete, finding Cesare (maybe Ninety will bring in a medic, I'm not sure), the Japanese guy stalking Nagisa, George proposing to Rie or whatever he's doing, I need to reread his stuff, and that most unexpected flashback to eight-twelve years ago.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 12, 2010 4:18:24 GMT -5
OOC: Stuff to watch out for: -Airship leviathan bandits who may or may not chop off the back half of the train when they get to Hawaii
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 18, 2010 19:40:46 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, Bert/Lacy are in the same dining car as Rie/George, or at least the nearest one to them. So I thought they’d be in first class. “That’s certainly what I’d like you to do. And I’d be quite happy to provide you with adequate money. After all, money is merely a stepping stone to greater things, my future friend,” George smiled, the glow of flames seemingly reflecting on his teeth, even though he’d downed his drink long ago. “We’ll be in touch,” George’s body slowly went hazy, and then started to become translucent. Soon, his skeleton was showing through, and then even that went invisible. Laying on the bar, beneath the stack of bills, was a single business card with a number embossed on it in gold, bedecked with a piece of obsidian and a ruby in the center. It smelled faintly of smoke. ------- “Well, I didn’t really make those. I just borrowed some light from the other side of the planet, where the sun’s gone up already, and then shined it… Shone it? Shown it in some fancy shapes. It’s easy, once you get used to- Oh?” Zebedee’s lip twitched slightly. Rhometer was stretching his arms (unnaturally) far apart, unable to quite vocalize exactly HOW made he’d made the train (at this point, he seemed to be indicating that he’d actually also made a few invisible cars beyond the caboose for good measure). “You did? Reallyyy?” Zebedee put his hands on his knees, his racquet hovering alongside him like a patient hummingbird, “That’s really great, Rhometer! I bet you do all kinds of cool stuff, doncha?” Zebedee noticed that he’d let the shapes waver. Oh well, an excuse for a revision. The anteater’s nose and tailed began stretching out, as if it were taffy being pulled from both ends. It snagged the tiger around the tail, provoking the neon beast into lashing back at it. Soon, the two animals were tangled into a wreath of iridescent colors, forming a floating laurel. “I can’t say I’ve ever really made anything that cool. I once made all the shore in Whelkshore into glass, if you’re ever by there, but it’s nowhere near as neat as a flying train.” Thyra thought she heard the Summoners mentioned. So, Hector still was in the belly of the beast. Such was life. “Traveling all the time does bear a certain degree of romance,” Thyra said softly, her voice lost in the wind but for the sharp ears of her companions. “To ever take root is to be realistic, to admit that you need the certainty of everyday life and the creature comforts inherent to such a thing,” Thyra’s smile drifted away, as if the smoke from the engine had bore it into the distance. “I’m on the exact opposite end of things, I’m afraid. Bar a few trips to Burkina Faso, and weekly visits to Whelkshore, I still am anchored to Slateport. I’ve lived there my whole life, and indeed, now longer than anybody else who resides there.” “Of course, it’s arguable that at this point, it’s not the city that sustains me, but my efforts that sustain it. Not that I really want to own up to such a thing, as it really does sound awfully self-important. Sly’s done his part too, as have all of the different contractors and volunteers that we’ve brought in. You know what? Disregard my statement about sustaining it.” Thyra saw the lights go on in the car behind them, gleaming off the ocean’s choppy surface. “I simply happened upon a wording that struck me as too clever not to use.” -------- “So, we’re in some predicament involving poop, right?” Nopcsa couldn’t help but smile, even as Giguere continued wrenching his arm, “I think you’ve got me confused with the kid who’s putting cherrybombs down the toilets. Me? I’m only dealing with inciting a panic and all in all, making this cruise that much more entertaining than the shuffleboard and fruity drinks you guys had lined up for it.” “Yes. You can keep badmouthing our captor, Nopcsa. See where it gets you. I suppose that this situation arose in the first place because you couldn’t muster the sophistication necessary to obey those of greater station,” Giguere offered his hands to one of the men placidly, the cuffs snapping onto his wrists securely. “Oh, c’mon, Gigi. The only station this fellow has over us is the train station,” Nopcsa groaned as he staggered to his feet, “He’s just venting about how impotent modern infrastructure makes him feel. I mean, I bet he saw the Wright brothers, and was all like ‘What the crap is that?’ Man, when the segway went on the market, I bet he had to drag himself out of the nursing home just to make sure people remembered what a locomotive was.” Two of the guards stepped in on either side of Nopcsa, taking hold of his upper arms while securing the handcuffs on him. “So, Mr. Creed, what do you have planned for your next work of art? The orbital horse buggy? The cold-fusion driven rickshaw? A pair of sandals invoking quantum physics? Of course, all run with the proper degree of hardassed discipline, as befitting such dignified creations,” Nopcsa fell silent as Prime exploded into the room. This would either be exactly the distraction he needed, or it’d end up dooming them all to a few weeks in the “brig”. And then Prime grinned. Oh yes, Prime Hadn’t he just been thinking about how stupid it was to plan for Prime to act predictably? Nopcsa attempted as best he could to shrink away behind one of the guards, which wasn’t exactly the best concealment. OOC: Not hating on Prime here. Nopcsa might be, but I actually have really been enjoying the last few posts with him in this thread. (Also, I really need to read through Azure King some time soon.)
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Post by Prime on Nov 19, 2010 2:29:57 GMT -5
Actually it really comes down to how the train captain decides to act. Nopcsa is in custody, Prime isn't. Prime is also standing beside the only exit with a set of extremely deadly weapons, additionally the only weapons in the room that could cut through the thin alluminum doors generally found on passanger trains. So, pretty much, as long as he doesn't cause to much chaos, he can keep track of Nopcsa through the authorities and do whatever he needs to do to get at him.
Sneaking into the 'brig' in this case, would be a good fit. So, instead of carving up the room to get at Nopcsa, he's more likely just to slip aside and escape. Especially since these guards haven't actually done anything to warrant him killing them, hell, their weapons are non-lethal even. They'd just hurt like shit.
So yeah, main mode here, escape and keep track of Nopcsa in order to wreak shadowy havoc on the mans life later on. Unless someone else stupidly makes it impossible, in which case he IS going to become the murdering psychopath raging through the train unchecked. The idea of trusting his fate to authorities of unknown origin, well, it ain't happinen. Thats just how he rolls.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 19, 2010 10:11:07 GMT -5
Illiana was still trying to figure out the train as she made her way, what she figured was, to the back. There had to be some magical element that was keeping it aloft, but she couldn't find source nor symptom. If it wasn't for the view out the windows, she wouldn't have been able to tell it was flying, or even moving at all. There was no chugga-chugga rattling like a normal train, no swaying and shaking as it followed its tracks. She wasn't dressed like most passengers on the train. She didn't actually own a dress, so she felt quite put out when shuffling through the carriages. Instead of the somewhat formal attire that everyone else was wearing, she'd opted for a simple jeans-and-t-shirt outfit that she'd been hoping wouldn't attract too much attention. To hide her hair, she'd opted for a black bandana that shielded most of it. A few strands had come loose but if questioned, she'd say it was dyed that colour. No need to invite hostilities on a friendly trip. "Maybe somewhere near the rear..." She mumbled to herself, casually slipping past a couple conversing about something or other. She thought she heard a snippet about one man converting his second floor of his mansion into a gym. Why someone would do that was beyond her, though maybe money-induced madness was to blame. She rolled her eyes, continuing through the carriage. She had to be near the end of the train now. "Oh." When she stepped into the next carriage, she was greeted by the sight of a rather burly man bleeding profusely from his foot. Not exactly what she was expecting to see on a 'peaceful trip'. But of course, Illiana was Illiana, and she acted first before thinking of the possible consequences. And because she was Illiana, she couldn't let an injured person stay injured while she was able to fix it. "Hold on a second," she requested, kneeling down next to the man. She rubbed her hands together, than held them a few inches above the injured limb. A soft white glow covered the wound, knitting the muscle, tendons and skin back together. Nothing could be done about the shoe, but at least the man would be able to walk on it again. "How's that feel? It might tingle for a few hours," Illiana said, standing up again. couldn't figure out if the sword was there or not so I'm pretending it's not. Also yay, Illiana is there and not being a supporting cast member. Also she is a silly for doing this.
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Post by The Evil Biscuit on Nov 19, 2010 13:54:43 GMT -5
Creed hardly batted an eye at Nopcsa as the trainmen cuffed him. 'You know, they used to keelhaul pissants like you. Keep running that mouth and you may find yourself in the same situation. Lord knows I've got enough rope.' The conductor turned his attention to Prime. 'Son, I've got enough on my plate with these two; I'd appreciate it if you would just take a step back and try not to poke anyone with that cutter you're trying to hide under your coat there.' Creed folded his arms across his chest and thought for a moment. The red light continued to flicker, finally drawing the old man's attention. 'We're passing out of Archipelago airspace now. That gives me a few options.' he mused as the two prisoners were shuffled up in front of him, 'We're still officially in Chinese jurisdiction, which means I can drop you fellas somewhere off that rapidly fading coastline and someone who might speak English can pick you up and send you back to whatever bad-manners rock you crawled out of.' Creed snorted. 'Or... I can wait thirty minutes and let you boys get good and acquainted with all ten thousand miles of Blue Pacifica.' The conductor gave them both a hard look. 'Or I can keep you locked in quarters until we get to America and you can take your chances with the fine men and women at TSA. Whaddya think, fellas?' I'm just gonna keep things business as usual. I doubt Creed's going to risk setting Prime off in addition to all this nonsense he's dealing with. There isn't a brig per se, but they'll be locked in their quarters under guard. Although Nopcsa may actually get keelhauled.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 19, 2010 14:15:45 GMT -5
OOC: Snap snap, Biscuit. The train departed from the Archipelago, not the U.S. They're passing east across the Pacific from Asia to the Americas, not west.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Nov 20, 2010 15:33:29 GMT -5
Arnold spent several minutes straightening himself up. Bert and Lacy wouldn't care too much about his appearance, but he didn't enjoy looking or feeling like a slob. He then opened the sliding door and stepped out of the room and collided with two small children.
"Hey, sorry about that, are you two ok?" asked Arnold, who was only slightly concerned.
"Yes. I am sorry about that, we should have been more careful." replied one of them calmly. The other looked slightly startled, but didn't say anything.
"You wouldn't happen to know which way the dining car is, would you? I need to meet up with some friends of mine there."
"Yes," replied the boy replied again as he stood up. "it is... actually how about we escort you there? My brother and I have nothing better to occupy our time with anyway." The other boy stood up and smiled at Arnold.
"Yeah, actually I'd really appreciate it."
The first boy turned around and walked towards the end of the car, his brother following closely behind. Arnold paused for a moment to straighten his suit before following them to the end of the current car.
"There are a couple more cars like this one." the one boy said as he led them towards the next car. "They just contain passenger rooms and storage closets. The dining car was quite full when I was last there, you may have difficulty finding your friends." He then led them into another passenger car.
"And of course some people seem to be somewhat rowdy. Doubtlessly they've been drinking, don't you think so, brother?" He asked, his voice making it difficult for Arnold to tell whether or not the boy actually cared. The boy looked over his shoulder at his brother and Arnold. His brother nodded to him before turning to look at Arnold, a look of exasperation filled his face.
"My name is Aaron, Aaron Enderson. By brother's name is Wilber. If I may, what is your name?"
"Just call me Arnold."
"Well, Arnold, good luck finding your friends in here." The boy pulled open a sliding door, unleashing the loud voices, the scraping sounds of utensils on silverware and the slamming movement of chairs and tables, all of which had been restrained by the door. Arnold turned to thank the two boys, only to see that they had disappeared, most likely into the chaos that was the dining car.
It took awhile, he couldn't be sure how long, but he eventually found Berthold and Lacianus seated at one of the quieter booths on the car. He called out to them and waved in an attempt to get their attention as he continued to weave through the people that were in his way.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 20, 2010 18:40:44 GMT -5
My name is Aaron, Aaron Enderson. OOC: Ender has a son! WOM WOM WOMMMMMMMA trail of blood led from the door to the caboose up the corridor, where Cesare'd given up on trying to make it into one of the unoccupied cabins and had just slumped against the wall, breathing raggedly through clenched teeth. His whole face was pounding and that huge goddamned nose was spurting blood like a faucet. One thick-fingered hand was holding the cell up to his ear, while the other one furiously pulled and twisted the folds of the pant leg going down to the stabbed foot -- The fucking foot -- Cesare glared back down at it with eyes almost shut (if he'd had a mirror, he'd've seen that the whole upper half of his face'd basically turned into wrinkles). The dark-red-splattered shoe lurched and kicked against his efforts to keep still. The cocksucker had gone through bone. Felt like his foot was fucking falling apart. He squeezed his watering eyes shut and shouted at the ceiling: "Pig ub the phode, you modderfugger!" Nico did not pick up the phone. Cesare slammed it onto the ground and roughly drew his sleeve across his face, wiping off some of the blood. He could taste it in his mouth and wanted to spit, but stopped when he realized the thought fucking disgusted him. He didn't understand that until he remembered the cocksucker spitting onto the floor back near the caboose. He swallowed the blood and winced. Then he bashed his head back against the wall for a few times, looking for a fresh source of pain. Didn't help. Cesare howled something incoherent about ripping the man apart with his bare hands probably. The door at this end of the car slid open. Some broad in street clothes and a black bandanna was standing there. Great. Kickass. Sooner someone put him on a stretcher and set him up at whatever shit little infirmary must have been tucked away somewhere on this train, the better. He scowled up at her through the tears, panting, waiting for her to scream and run away to go tell the authorities. Thing was, though, she didn't scream. Matter of fact, after only a faint gasp, she frowned thoughtfully and kneeled down next to him. He blinked. "Hold on a second." "Whad're you...? Hey--!" Cesare was not cool with her reaching out toward the stabbed foot, but whatever he'd thought she was about to do with it, he wasn't expecting her to hold her hands a few inches over the foot without even touching it. He jerked the foot back sharply in alarm as, through the holes in the shoe and sock, he saw his wound glow white. And then it disappeared. The skin showed pale but smooth through the holes. The pain was totally gone. Eyes wide, Cesare wiggled his toes as well as he could inside the stiff shoe. "Hody shid..." The woman stood up. "How's that feel?" she asked. "It might tingle for a few hours." "Id feels graid!" he said, pushing himself up off the floor. He took a step forward and straight away almost collapsed against the wall again. The foot gave under pressure. It was numb and limp. All the same, it was intact. He waggled his shoe around a little in the air with a grin. "Jesus! Thang you..." Then he remembered who he was thanking. He trailed off and sniffled without thinking. The nose was still leaking. Probably broken. Maybe light enough that he could just knock back some aspirin and give it an ice pack for the rest of the day, but if it was actually fucked up -- The caster was staring at him. Cesare sniffled again and then let out a huff. Then he gestured vaguely toward his nose and said, "You don' thig you cud--?"
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Post by Lady Kara on Nov 20, 2010 23:12:53 GMT -5
Arrrgh..... I feel so horribly ignored in here... >.<
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 21, 2010 1:22:29 GMT -5
OOC: That's because you're keeping to yourself for the most part. You can't expect to receive more than you give. If people aren't pulling you into their plot threads, either figure out a way to prove to them that you deserve a part in that plot thread or else get out there and pull people into your own!
And the less generic the better. For instance, SV didn't weave Sarosin into the Giarrettiera side of the story by having him walk up to a Giarrettiera and say "Hello. My name is Sarosin Narita. What is yours?" She did that by having him STEAL CESARE'S WALLET. Bam! Instant in! Biscuit didn't weave Creed into the Nopcsa etc. side by having him walk up to Nopcsa and say "Hello. My name is Wallace Creed. What is yours?" He did that by having him DECLARE SOME SORRY ASSES UNDER ARREST. Bam! In forever!
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Post by SV on Nov 21, 2010 4:58:00 GMT -5
OOC: Basically, go do something criminal! Go go! OOC: "Spoiler" does not have a t in it. I know! I was surprised too.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 22, 2010 7:29:55 GMT -5
"Oh!" Illiana said, surprised that she had missed the broken nose. Granted, a stabbed foot was slightly more important than a broken nose, but still... "Of course, sorry."
She pointed her palms at the man's face this time, the same soft glow covering his face. The only difference this time was the slightly sickening crack as the nose mended itself. Painless for the man, but still pretty gross. The glow faded, leaving only blood on the man's face as a sign that he had been injured. In fact, if not for the blood and hole in his shoe, it would be impossible to tell anything had happened.
"You might not be able to smell anything for an hour or so," Illiana informed the man. "But that should go pretty quickly."
She looked at the man for a moment. Hard to believe a big guy like this found himself on the wrong end of a sword.
"If you don't mind me asking... what happened?"
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Post by Lady Kara on Nov 28, 2010 23:40:35 GMT -5
There's gotta be some way I can drag someone into my conflict. I wonder if anyone has a room in the car Nagisa is in... or maybe something involving the commotion in the other car. Gah, why am I having such an issue with this... *sigh*
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Post by Prime on Nov 29, 2010 0:08:21 GMT -5
I volunteer Prime to be dragged into things so long as you bring me up to speed a bit, his arc is going to slow down a bit with Nopcsa dealing with the authorities anyways.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 22, 2010 15:48:23 GMT -5
Cesare winced at the cracking sound, but then his face softened. His upper lip twitched as he wiggled his nose slightly. Then he groped it with a few fingers. Totally fixed. Wasn't even bleeding anymore. He sniffed. Like she said, he couldn't smell anything just then, but hell, tidy train like this, what was there to smell, really. Long as he had it back by dinner.
"You really wanna know?" he asked the caster. She nodded. He grunted and slid back down onto the floor. Numb leg was having some trouble keeping him up. He gathered his thoughts and looked up at her. "I got duped, I guess.
"I was just passin' through, minding my own business, when out of the caboose comes this smarmy little guy with slick hair. I want to know what he's running from, and he tells me there's some fucker killing people with a sword in there. Then he took off. And right after him comes this guy with the sword. Do I try and stop him? Course I do, he's a fuckin' murderer, isn't he?" Cesare, who'd surprised himself slightly, paused long enough to think about that one. Once he was satisfied there was a difference, he went on. "But then while I've got ahold of him, I got a look in the caboose. Nothing. Some people who looked pretty spooked, but no one dead. And before I can figure out what just happened... well..."
He gestured to his shoe.
"Guess that's what I get for tryin' to be a hero, huh," he sighed. "Next time I'm staying out of it. That first guy, though, he really had me going... and if you'd'a seen the look in the sword guy's face--" Then the door at this end of the hall slid open again and three men in white shirts hurried in.
At the sight of the blood on the floor and on Cesare's body, the first medic in asked, "Sir, are you the man with the stabbed foot?"
"I was." With a weary grin, Cesare lifted his foot and waved it a few inches off the floor.
The first medic knelt down to examine it, but clearly he'd already seen it wasn't bleeding. As the other two medics knelt as well, the first one looked up into space for a second, clearly putting two and two together, then fired a question up at Illiana: "Was this wound restored by magic, ma'am?"
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Post by Lady Kara on Jan 15, 2011 3:38:43 GMT -5
OOC: Well, here I go trying to get more involved. And I sure hope for my villain to be of use sometime soon... he really is one hell of a creepy asshole, esp. for why Nagisa is feeling weird. And yes, she is his target... his special 'patient'. Which in reality means "experiment victim". A reminder of his hunt for Nagisa having begun... So, Nagisa is entering the dining car. This should allow for someone involved in that car to help me get pulled into a tale. Still nervous of what strange presence it was that Raijuu could sense in the train, Nagisa cautiously plodded forward through the car in more earnest search for her room... trying best to act normal in case of bumping into anyone. No way in hell she'd be able to fully explain herself if she looked paranoid or freaked. But the further she got in the car, the more she felt like someone was right smack dab behind her. The fear of the unknown was disturbing her to the core, causing her dragonic heart to pound intensely within her like a great war drum. And just when she was about to reach the handle of the door to the next car, Nagisa couldn't take the suspense any longer and quickly whirled around - half expecting to see whatever grim specter was beguiling her.
To her amazement as well as tremendous relief, she saw nothing at all. Simply the empty corridor she'd walked down. Though, being so empty did seem suspiciously unnerving. Giving a loud sigh as she faced the door once more, Nagisa turned the handle and ventured into the next car. KABAM! She accidently walked straight into someone else who'd been hurriedly heading for the door that she'd just opened - sending the both of them backwards onto the floor. Nagisa slightly felt like she'd gotten the wind knocked out of her from the blow, and before she could say anything in apology to the stranger, he had already taken off like a lightning bolt through the door. Several people in the corridor who had witnessed the event were now crowding around asking questions and gently helping her to her feet. Feeling a twinge in her left side whenever she breathed in (which also made her wince a little), and though she knew she should have that looked at, Nagisa turned down a passenger's offer to go find the medics. To her utter joy, upon telling the concerned man her name, she was informed that a room in this car had been reserved for a "Ms. Davarrin". The kindly fellow then showed Nagisa the way to the room he spoke of, which turned out to be right near the entrance to the dining car and was indeed her room, with her bits of luggage neatly set out on the bed. So very thankful to be in her room at long last, she decided to plop herself down in the middle of the bed for a few minutes before she'd change and go find something to eat in the next car.
A short while later, after she'd thoroughly enjoyed the comfiness of her squishy bed, Nagisa had put on one of her most beautiful dresses - an elegant Chinese-style dark blue gown with short sleeves and decorated with silver trim and white dragons. Not a traditional Drakyan outfit like the green one she'd worn earlier, but lovely nonetheless. As she prepared to leave and go check out the dining car, Nagisa once more felt that same jab of pain in her side when she took a deep breath. This time it really worried her, because it felt almost as if it was in her heart. What the hell was it? Stepping out of the room and as she made her way to the dining car, she telepathicly discussed her concern with Raijuu..."Something is causing a sharp pain in my chest sometimes when I breathe in. At first, it felt as if it was my lung, but now it feels as though it's my heart. Noble Raijuu, is there any way that you could somehow peer inside of me and see what's doing that? I'm a bit scared..." Raijuu: [[If there truly was something wrong, don't you think the Phoenix Ruby would glow bright indigo to alert you to danger? Remember that it can do that, should your life be threatened enough. But since you're so worried, I shall gladly take a look at your heart and lung to see if there is possibly something the pendant cannot sense. Not now, though. Wait and see if there is a good place inside the dining car for you to take refuge and relax. It'll take me several minutes to thoroughly examine you, and it's best if you're not walking around during that time.]]
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jan 20, 2011 8:13:04 GMT -5
Illiana mentally scolded herself when she was asking about the healing. Of course she'd be asked about it when official medics came along and, knowing how this scene was supposed to play out, she'd be questioned at the very least and arrested at worst. She considered lying, but then she'd have to come up with some excuse as to why a stabbed foot, which the owner of which had just confessed that it had been stabbed, was suddenly devoid of any kind of marking or injury.
Oh well. She'd made her bed and now she had to lie in it.
"Um... yes, it was," she answered uncertainly. She glanced at the door. It'd probably be easy to escape, but she'd have to avoid every official on the train. Still, better than being arrested on the spot. "Is that an issue?"
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Post by Cendra on Mar 14, 2011 21:54:44 GMT -5
“Unfortunately, none of these options are quite suited for me. While I did not intend for this business to make such a commotion, business it is. I'm afraid it must be attend to. So if you good people would excuse us.” Giguere put a fist to his mouth as he cleared his throat, then without warning, flames and smoke came bursting from his lips. There was more smoke than flames it seemed, but it still had an affect of panic among the people. Especially when a few pieces of furniture caught alight, smoldering and glowing with the heat as they ignited.
The cuffs that were around Giguere's wrists were easily slipped off with a serpentine motion. He quickly scanned the room for Nopcsa. The slimy con had already taken the opportunity to make himself scarce. That was alright. As long as he remained on the train, there were only so many places he could hide. It was just a twisted game of hide and seek from here on out.
While the commotion was still underway Giguere walked casually into the next car over. No sense in making a diversion for just him to retreat.
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Telrien sat next to the door that was connected to the room with all the commotion as smoke began to seep from underneath it. Hopefully whatever happened in there wouldn't be much reason for people to stay away. She had a living to make after all.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 6, 2011 13:51:51 GMT -5
“Hey, Arnold!” Lacianus waved enthusiastically, her elbow bumping Berthold repeatedly. He carefully stabilized his fork, and brought the few kernels of corn that had survived the turbulence to his lips.
“Glad to have you, man. It’s been… Weird in here for a while, so it’s good you showed up. I think you doubled the number of sane people present,” Berthold noticed Arnold’s cocked eyebrow.
“The boss went and made a business offer to some ghost-chick that tried to stab him, and I thought I heard an explosion from a few cars down or something like that… Business as usual when you’re working for the Obsidian Hearts, I guess.”
“Not totally. Business as usual isn’t this fun,” Lacy stopped spooning her potatoes into an elaborate castle on her plate, and then glanced out the window to the train's lights glinting off the waves. -------- Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump A rhythmic vibration shook the bench that Telrien had chosen as her seat. To her left, a child was kicking the seat with a continuous swinging of her legs. The ruddy cheeked youth would’ve been fairly androgynous, but for the peach colored, overly ruffled dress she was wearing.
“Yeesh. Tutor buys me a ticket, gets permission for me to go on this big fancy train ride from my parents… And then vanishes, leaving me all alone here. I bet if I try to find him, he’ll just tisk tisk me about running around when I should be waiting for him to get here…” She threw her head back, adding a third thump to the beat. A loud sigh escaped her lips before she scrambled back into a proper posture.
“Hey, Miss…” She tugged on Telrien’s sleeve gently, trying to catch the young woman’s attention, “You haven’t seen anybody wearing a leather jacket and a turban and some really big sunglasses, have you?”
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Post by Cendra on Apr 6, 2011 15:44:09 GMT -5
Telrien drummed her fingers on her knee as she scoped out the occupants of the car. The fidgeting going on beside her had a contagious effect, it seemed. Even if she didn't see an opportunity now, she could always catch up with the prospect later, in a free mo-.
“Hey Miss...” She came out of her thoughts as she felt a tug on her dress. “You haven’t seen anybody wearing a leather jacket and a turban and some really big sunglasses, have you?” The little girl asked. A finger went to Telrien's lips and her eyes squinted a little as she briefly tried to recall such a person.
“Well, I've been looking for a few people here myself, so I haven't quite been paying attention. I think I might have caught a glimpse of someone like that sometime today. You need help getting somewhere to find him, Kiddo? We could look for our people together if you'd like.”
Oh yes, this could be fun or, at the very least, interesting.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 6, 2011 23:37:44 GMT -5
"I wouldn't call an explosion fun." replied Arnold. It was still a little strange seeing Lacy acting so cheery, he wasn't quite used to her yet.
"How did you manage to get any food in this madhouse anyways? I have a hard time believing your order would be heard." He looked around the room, spotting only a couple weary-looking waiters. It didn't matter, he wasn't hungry anyways.
"So," he began, "where do we go from here?" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Stay close to me. We don't want to be separated like last time." Aaron said to his brother. Wilbur's expression went from curious to fearful and he nodded and took hold of his brother's hand.
"There are more people we need to meet." He then led his brother through the overly packed dining car, his face blank.
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Post by Lady Kara on Apr 11, 2011 21:44:51 GMT -5
As Nagisa nervously tried her best to move through the dining car, which she was surprised to see so full of people, she hoped she could find a nice secluded place to sit down soon and allow Raijuu to check on her. The fear of that pain happening in her chest again made the poor woman not be that careful of seeing where she was walking, and Nagisa kept accidently bumping into folks a little bit and having to apologize. A few minutes later, thinking she'd found a less busy part of the dining car, she looked around in hope of finding the perfect place to sit. Suddenly, to her surprise, she harshly bumped someone's arm (Aaron).
"Ohhh... so sorry. I wasn't being careful enough. Please forgive me, sir."
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, back in another car, the odd Japanese man was making his way through the train from where his private room was located and keeping close watch on the screen of the computerlike device he was wearing on his wrist. It had some sort of high-tech GPS tracker on one side, and on the other was some kind of an EKG monitor. Whatever sort of heart this device was currently monitoring, it was beating powerfully strong and swift. The man flashed an amused and slightly fiendish sort of smile while looking at the EKG scan, and then continued to check the tracker map as he tried to more quickly make his way through the train... eagerly pursuing the target shown as a red dot on the screen...
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Post by Endreal on Apr 18, 2011 14:06:48 GMT -5
Luggage rack.
There was positively no cause for him to be there, but somehow leShea had managed. It would have been lovely to know how he'd gotten there, but that was unlikely to happen. He didn't remember how it had happened. Come to think of it, he didn't remember most of the train ride up 'til now. Or anything since St. Petersburg, for that matter.
Oh well, that didn't matter; there were more important things to worry about now. Like how to get down.
Maybe he'd climbed up there for a nap? Similar had happened in Port-au-Prince once, in a bedroom in a seedy brothel. Of course, he hadn't realized it at the time, and neither had the mistress. The moment or revelation had been a groggy one, and punctuated with gratuitous high-pitched shrieks. Could it have been that he snuck on? Trains were an infinite source of entertainment for him, but he didn't often have much money to pay for fare. Or maybe he'd been shoved up there by a bully. He hated bullies, like that old drubmucker who'd given him a new hat and then gotten mad and tried to take it back from him. What a meanie-head!
Maybe...
Oh! Someone was walking by beneath him. Pretzeled like he was with his face smushed against the bars, he couldn't make out too many details, but it was definitely a person he saw. Or person-y enough, at least. Definitely not a tarantula or a python. Whoever-it-was seemed more than a bit preoccupied, though. leShea wondered if they'd noticed him. He began to squirm as much as the overhead confinement would let him, and called out.
"Perdón, excusez-moi, bocsásson meg, oyurushi, a'scuse me please, mo phardún! I'm-a inna tetch o' trouble. C'n ye gimme a han' so I c'n get back daown dere to th' floor? I gots...stuck."
leShea hoped whoever-it-was would hear him and, more importantly, be willing to help out. It was hard to move his fingers, so he crossed his toes inside his heavy boots instead.
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Post by Loogs on Apr 18, 2011 14:51:53 GMT -5
Ivan sighed, and gazed down at his shoes. "Sometimes I wish I were a part of something important like that. Dimitri's all I really have anymore, and we do nothing but wander around looking for the next thing to explore." He turned his head towards the open ocean. The shimmering surface rippled and undulated, like a drying sheet caught in the wind. "Sometimes I think he's right about settling down somewhere, but since a nomad's life is all I've ever known, I'm afraid that maybe I might not adjust to it very well." He was about to continue when he heard a low growl coming from his hood. "Food, Ivan. Now." "Okay, okay! In a minute. Let me just ask them one more thing." Ivan glanced behind Thyra at Zebedee, who was presently engaged in conversation with a scruffy child of sorts. "So who's that over there?" he asked her. okay shit i think i'll need another roll call soon. also, should we start posting in different colored text to make this easier on us? have a color correspond to a different part of the train?
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