It's a surprisingly quiet ride. The passenger cart is nothing more than wood and a bit of cotton to cushion the seats but for some reason, even as the train hurtles along down the track, the cart remains silent. It only starts filling with noise when the passengers begin to stir.
There isn't any indication on how you got here. No grogginess, no injuries -- in fact, those who arrive with injuries might find them healed up completely (of course there are others who won't be so lucky) -- but in one blink and the next, you are here, on this train. Maybe you're even sitting next to a friend. Maybe a stranger.
Won't be any time to talk either, the train suddenly slowing down with enough of a jerk to throw its passengers back into their seats. A few seconds later, it comes to a complete stop and with a whistle, the doors open and a voice calls from outside. It's male, with a slight mechanical twang behind it and anyone who looks out the window towards the station can just about spot the portly man out on the platform.
"You might as well come on out, folks. You won't be getting any answers on the train."
Once everyone is out on the platform, the man stands before them taking an assessing look at each person. There is something very off about him, though he looks human enough -- but his eyes are too white, his skin too dry, and his hair is doesn't shine quite right. He is dressed in a flannel shirt, suspenders, and jeans, a cowboy hat atop his head and a badge pinned to his shirt that reads "Sheriff". After a moment, he gives a gruff nod and speaks again.
"Howdy. Real happy to see all of you. Explanations will come... Sunday morning, yeah. Give y'all a bit of time to meet each other. Settle in. Keys are on the table over there, hat and pistol in your room. Don't, er... Don't shoot each other right away but if you do, my office is over there. Go get some dinner, sun's about to set. Wouldn't want any coyote trouble."
And that seems to be... it. The Sheriff tips his hat and turns to head to the building with the large "Sheriff" sign on the front. There is a table nearby, keys neatly laid out for everyone with nametags attached to each one. An owl hoots in the distance and a breeze passes through the group. It's quiet again.
Welcome to game start! Characters will find their items in their hotel rooms and anyone who goes to visit the Sheriff after he leaves will find the station empty. On top of that, rulebooks will not be available to find until later. The Sheriff might be forcing it a little but it seems like the intent here really is to get everyone to interact with each other. If there are any questions, PM or hit up the plurk at ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico) robowest! |
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robowest2017-01-13 05:59 pm
a lot of his icons just look like ANGRY SNEER tbh
[Shinnosuke ducks and rolls out of the way, telling himself in the back of his mind that maybe he should stop provoking this guy??]
And I'm telling you that I don't know anything, oh sir with the anger management issues!
[... Okay, he'll try in the next ten seconds, maybe.]
THAT'S MOST OF HIS EXPRESSIONS...
[ too mad to try and be understanding!!!! he's not good at it normally anyway... ]
poor angry child
If I were going to lie to you, don't you think I'd at least put in the effort to not seem so suspicious?
no don't feel bad for him he sucks
[ he sweeps his arm out in an angry gesture, seeming to have given up on trying to grap Shinnosuke for now. He's just not coordinated enough yet with this body. ]
You -- you revive the creator of your downfall...! What human logic can there be for something like that?!
maybe one day he will be less emotionally constipated
[Please stay uncoordinated, Ash... Shinnosuke doesn't want to die just yet...]
Entertain me for a moment and assume I've had my memories wiped or something. What the hell are you going on about?
DOUBTFUL
You know, don't you? Or shall I reawaken those memories? The destruction of your entire race, save for a handful? The birth of a superior race? [ there's a pause, and his snarling anger takes on a bit of a softer tone, though he's not aware of it himself. ] That man, Rion - he died for all of you, and yet you bring me back. Unbelievable.
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... Yes, you got us. We brought you back and put you in the Wild West. Just for shits and giggles, you know? That makes perfect sense.
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Well, it certainly seems that way, doesn't it? [ he responds harshly. he can laugh, but that's sort of exactly what it looks like........ ]
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... Okay, sarcasm aside, you seriously haven't realized that we all got off that train with you, listened to that guy's speech alongside you, and are all just as confused and kidnapped as you are?
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[ he sounds unhappy about being alive again, although it might just be the impotent rage speaking. ]
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[why is he doing this. who put him in charge of trying to explain things to crazy angry people.]
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[ shinnosuke having a point is only making him angrier... ]
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I think that's your fault, actually.
... How about this: you've been transplanted to an alternate reality where humanity hasn't been decimated or whatever it is you think happened, so anything you say about only a few humans surviving is moot.
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[ it might as well be magic!! he cannot accept this. ]
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[come on ash he's trying here]
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[ taking a step forward again... he wishes he had some kind of weapon. ]
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... You know what, I think I'll leave it to Mr. Sheriff to explain things to you on Sunday. See you never, and try not to kill anyone until then!
[waving as he quickly... gets away...]
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TIME TO FIND HIS GUN ]