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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Robin. [He reaches out to let Umbra sniff his closed fist. The cat on his shoulder arches again along the side of his head and merowls gently.] This is Alfred Pennyworth.
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either way, umbra gives robin some approval by tapping his paw against that fist once he's sniffed it.]
Interesting name. [the cat, he means.] He friendly?
[can he pet the cat, in other words.]
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[Umbra gets an affectionate ear and neck ruffle. Alfred walks slyly down Damian's extend arm, sticks his head out, sniffs at Umbra, then jumps down to the ground to brush against the dog on its way toward Noctis. His tail is up, the end curled to one side curiously.]
But Pennyworth is a good cat, and a great mouser.
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[since it's not like he doesn't know that. his good relationship with cats comes entirely from the fact that he's just good with animals and... will go out of his way to do things to feed strays.]
He seems like it. Being a good mouser looks like it'll come in handy around here too. [umbra's content to get the affection; a dog is a dog, after all in that way.
noctis, on the other hand, is reaching his hand out pretty gently for pennyworth, so he can let the cat sate his curiosity (and a rewarding scratch behind the ears if he approves, of course).]
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When Damian stands back up, he's frowning severely again. Pennyworth sits just out of Noctis' reach as would be expected of a cat, but his head is raised a smidge, eyes lidded. Sniffing, obviously. Damian waits as Noctis does, waits for the cat not to be finicky and make a intuitive decision.
Noctis must be all right. Pennyworth gets back up and prowls over to rub against Noctis' ankles, front paws on Noctis' feet. Damian sighs quietly. Stupid cat.] Did Umbra come with you, or was he already here?
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he's wondering the same thing, really. why umbra? umbra isn't even his dog, even if he helps noctis out in some really strange ways sometimes. so why umbra and not one of the people he was with, or something else?
it's all a mystery.]
I found him a little while after we got here. He wasn't on the train or anything like that, as far as I saw.
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They were already here before we arrived. This is a set-up for something else.
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[it's not doubtful, just considering. honestly...
robin seems like he's on to something here. there's a lot to be suspicious about, and it wouldn't be the first time he's been led into traps in really strange, roundabout ways.
it's bad, because they got him away from his companions, his bodyguards and people who fight alongside him. and with umbra here and waiting—it definitely gives noct more cause to be wary.]
Just what the hell are they trying to set us up for...? [he's not even questioning who is setting them up, or why. it's the what they're getting into that he's more concerned about.]
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He's not real. He isn't human. And he's gone. I looked in the station and in the office, but nothing is there. It's empty--of everything. [A pause. Damian peers at Umbra, but he seems to be looking through the dog rather than at it. He looks up again.] Is there anyone else here you know? Personally.
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[not that something fake or inhuman is strange to him—noct just missed out on all of that. he was too busy when the sheriff was explaining, busy trying to figure out other things, that he really only caught was was being said without much regard for appearances or what happened directly after.
not exactly wise, but that's just the way it goes.]
Haven't seen anyone else. Just people I've met for the first time since getting off the train.
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He's too... perfect. The hair, the clothes. The way he talked and moved. An awful try at being convincing. He's fake. An artificial intelligence more than likely.
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[it's kind of different than the sort he's used to—since those really are just soulless killing machines, as far as he's ever seen.
not that it really bodes well in this situation. his luck in that department isn't exactly good here.]
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[Umbra gets one last, nice head scrub in for good measure. What a bean.] Pennyworth. [It's a call. Naturally, when Damian starts to leave, Pennyworth doesn't bother moving except to scrounge up the last little bit of attention he can from Noctis' legs, and knees, and ankles.
Once Damian gets fairly far ahead, though, Pennyworth leaps off and away, taking to a casual scurry after the master with tail up.]