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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And he hasn't gotten arrested for public indecency yet? Amazing.
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[even if the showing off his abs is so needless.]
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Technically, you didn't specify that.
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So, a guy running around without pants sounds perfectly plausible, actually.
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[he honestly can't even really argue that logic; it's a lot more likely some weirdo would go walking around without pants than this mysterious train-napping situation.]
Either way. He's got pants, it's just the shirt thing.
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[IS THE DUDE GOING TO ATTACK HIM OR ANYTHING he just wants to be sure, okay...]
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[he's a nice guy. just, you know, also the prince's shield.]
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[Not sure if he wants to pick a fight with a bara, really.]
Well, I can't say the person I'm looking for wouldn't attack someone if she felt cornered... but she should be completely useless right now, so there's nothing to worry about.
[He's already tested that his 《Headphone Fuzz》 isn't working, so neither should Gunjou's, if she really is here. He can't imagine her, in her 4'8 and underweight glory, doing much harm to anyone.]
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[he sticks out too much. but it's still better to not pick a fight with the bara, it's true.]
I'm... not really too worried about small girls attacking me right now. Don't really plan on cornering anyone at all, either. [especially not cornering small, scared, potentially vomiting girls.
that just seems like a good way to get a bad and unwanted reputation. no thanks.]
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... Oh, wait, I forgot she might have a gun on her. Hmm, maybe she really is dangerous, after all!
[He pauses, examining Noctis.]
And you do look kind of intimidating. I mean, I've been told that I look rather docile [with the addendum of "but then your personality sucks", usually], but you've got that dark and brooding, "I beat up people for fun" look going for you.
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[for two reasons.]
Not interested in beating up people for fun. And after talking to you... I'm starting to think you might.
[he talks like an asshole.]
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I don't know what you're talking about.
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[not with a shit-eating grin like that, of course not.]
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[he can't help how his face looks!!]
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[he's a prince, not a punk!
he's just sassy.]
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[nailed it.]
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[or maybe he's just being a punk because shinnosuke is?]
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[so he says, but boy. it's kinda bullshit in dire circumstances. but for now, he rolls with it.]
I'll save that for someone else to handle.
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[that's how it works, okay.]