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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[ The Undertaker seems pretty pleased with everything as he just laughs a little and then gives a minor pause. He definitely feels almost like he's human again? What an amazing place this is turning out to be. He can be found wandering the streets throughout the day after the announcement from their not quite human friend. Undertaker has studied humans extensively, the way their skin feels to how they look in life and death, and he's certain that man is anything but. But he wonders what he could possibly be then, and what he'd want with a whole bunch of humans anyway? Well if his own past escapades were anything to go by they were all in for quite a ride.
He just laughs a little as he looks around. ] What a fascinating place this is turning out to be. It's been so long since I've felt this human.
b; graveyard
[ And of course what place would an Undertaker go then the graveyard. It's a funny thing how their names are already on the graves before they've even gotten settled here. He's quite curious about it all, really, not to mention that they went through the trouble of listing them all alphabetically. Without his powers at his disposal this makes it easier on him to see everyone's name.
Should you happen to wander by the graveyard the Undertaker will be sitting a top one of the many graves lining its dirt paths. ] Did you know that they already have spots for us here?
[ He laughs again at that. Undertaker, no, that's not funny wth?! ]
c; wildcard!
[ Feel free to hit me up with anything! Undertaker will likely be found in and around the saloon, church and around the town in general! ]
a
"Felt this human?" Explain yourself.
[ he's not sure what he's hoping for. He pretends he's not hoping for anything and considers it part of his natural curiosity. ]
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What else is there to explain? [ He laughs. ]
Perhaps if you can make me laugh a little I might be willing to tell you.
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I don't think so. Are you an artificial intelligence? A Galerian? Or maybe you're just a delusional man. That would be disappointing.
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Oh, I wonder? I could most certainly say...if you simply paid the small fee I require.
[ Listen if Ciel can do it, he believes you can too! Natural curiosity is a hard thing to let go and people do anything to quell it. ]
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And how do you suggest I fulfill that moronic request?
[ don't make him tickle you ]
a!
[ she had noticed it the moment she had a moment to herself - the strength that her life fiber-infused body normally gave her... she couldn't feel it. everything about her body felt dull.
and while that's more than somewhat alarming, she won't let it get her down. ]
Well... sort of, anyway. I've never felt human a day in my life!
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[ He's very curious because he's only met so many nonhumans back home. Most were Reapers while the others were demons. He can't say he's had much exposure to other concepts beyond those two. He is naturally curious however, so he'll ask and perhaps get an answer. Either way he'll enjoy whatever he learns. ]
I do wonder how they managed to turn us.
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[ she'd probably make a decent reaper in another universe, but she's just a girl made of life fibers with not a single fuck to give. ]
Me too! I'm super not okay with this.
Graveyard
You don't seem to find it worrying.
[It's a reaction he didn't expect, that's for sure]
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[ Sadly he doesn't think he'll get much of a chance to do that here. A pity, really, he kinda wanted to see what would happen if he could. How would the game change if he could extend someone's life in this place. ]
But this place is certainly interesting in how it goes about telling us our fates. Leaving it right out in the open...what an amusing place it is. [ And here he'll laugh again. ]
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[Of course the possibility they kill each other doesn't go unnoticed, but for now the Sheriff seems like the biggest threat]
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Sometimes it's more fun to watch when it's made into a game.
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[Tarvek finds his gravestone]
Would you willingly take part of a game like this one? Just wondering.
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Perhaps this time I might endeavor to do so.
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I'm sure it would be an entertaining turn of events. The pawns not conceding to their king.
[ Undertaker has always been a neutral party in general. Honestly he doesn't really care either way. To him death was something so familiar and commonplace for him that he never gave it second thought. ]
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[Tarvek doesn't mind either way. Better to have someone not involved at all than someone trying to sabotage them]
b!
But even though he frowns for a moment, he masks his discomfort enough to reply.]
Maybe they wanted to be ready in case we, y'know, got trigger happy with those pistols. [Shrugs, trying to be more blasé about this whole thing than he actually is.] The Sheriff could be the Boy Scout type for all we know... Always prepared.
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I believe that's an accurate thought. How nice of them to be so considerate.
[ Undertaker laughs at that. ] He is definitely far too perfect in those regards. Of course...perhaps he had help along the way.