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
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Magic, hm? It's possible. Only someone with great power would be able to sever my connection to my own spirit artes.
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[MILLA'S A WITCH]
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My spirit artes. Or "magic," as you call it.
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He hesitates, eyebrows snapping together. But he's...learned a lot from his experiences with Sir Blue Knight.
If she is not causing harm then... then that is that, right? Besides, it's not like he can put her on trial here.
A beat.]
...Ah. I see.
[Awk...ward...]
I apologize. I was simply...surprised. But yes, I suppose that is one solution to this.
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Is something wrong? You look surprised.
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[SOMETHING IS WRONG AND ALSO HE WAS SURPRISED]
Magic is...something unusual and somewhat secretive in my home. It would be a lie to say that did not surprise me.
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It's the opposite where I come from. All humans and spirits on Rieze Maxia are capable of casting spirit artes.
[a beat]
Although it's different on Elympios, where humans lack the mana lobe necessary to cast spirit artes. Your home must be more like Elympios.
[not that she expects him to know wtf she means when she says "Rieze Maxia" and "Elympios"]
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But...]
... It has become clear this is a very different place to Labyrinthia.
[But...]
Even so, I do not believe I truly processed that fact until this very moment.
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[. . .]
I. . . think.
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More importantly, do you believe it possible that something like magic was at fault for the sheriff's odd disappearance?
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It's possible, yes. But admittedly I'm not aware of any spirit artes that allow one to teleport or make themselves invisible.
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[So... he's at a loss here.]
I must admit, I do not know the answer to this puzzle.
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...Though naturally, if my world's form of magic is not the only to be had here, it matters little what evidence would normally be left behind.
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That's true, especially since scepters aren't required to cast spirit artes back where I come from. So the absence of one wouldn't be noteworthy at all.
[folds her arm]
At any rate, I believe we've received as much information as we can receive from searching this building.
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[There's no point in dragging it out when they've found exactly nothing.]
It is time to part ways.
[He'll nod to her, and then turn on his heel to go...it doesn't seem like he spends much time mincing words, at least.]
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[she can admire how quick and to the point he is]
I intend to investigate the rest of this town. If you stumble on anything of note, can I trust you to share your discoveries with me?
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[Her proposition makes sense to him, anyway.]
I shall do so. In a situation such as this, withholding any evidence would be useless to us, who must work together towards a solution. You have my word.
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And you have mine. This does seem to be the sort of situation where it's best for everyone to work together, after all.