[color=d8bfd8][center][b]Nero - Train[/b][/center][/color]

Still unsure of the specific reason for which he'd been coaxed away from a tantalizing second helping of potato to ride a train, but adequately impetuous and mellow to give it no second thought, Nero arrived at the platform at the rear of Trinity's merry band.  The trip to the station would have been thoroughly uneventful had the genie not obsessed himself with thinking up puns for everything he came across, and despite a natural affinity for word-based humor, Nero's fickle proficiency in puncrafting made for an alternatively entertaining and excruciating trip.  Now, with most of his Phoenix Wing buddies in the train, he saw fit to enter himself.  

From Sasha's expression Nero judged her to be on the lookout for her entourage.  Well, it had arrived!  [color=d8bfd8]“The greatest genie on Fiore, present and accounted for!  Don't get too worked up over my awesomeness, thought...you might lose your 'train' of thought!  Heeheehee!”[/color]  A sudden hack interrupted his merriment, but that everpresent smile remained, unflappable to coughs.  [color=d8bfd8]“...I'll take a seat.”[/color]  He sat by Lazarus, and without ado began to chat.  [color=d8bfd8]“Whoa, I wonder what your favorite color is!  Don't tell me...fuchsia?  No?  You seem the type, tehee.  I kid, I kid!  Have all the beauty sleep you want, just don't ask why I'm here.”[/color]

He left the angel alone and addressed Sasha.  It was hard to ignore a furry-eared giant, but Nero managed it admirably.  [color=d8bfd8]“So what's incarnation like?  I've always wondered what I'd come back as.  With my luck it'd be a mythical creature, like an honest politician.  Zing!”[/color]  Nero leaned back luxuriously, stretching his arms.  [color=d8bfd8]“Unless you all teleported, of course.  Where the heck did you come from?  And how in the name of the Horned One did all of you teleport at once?”[/color]