[center][h2][color=B0C4DE]Castiel Moor[/color][/h2]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/kXPYapZ.png[/img][/center][center][h3][color=B0C4DE]Group 2[/color]
[color=B0C4DE]Location:[/color] Outside Melanie's Compartment || [color=B0C4DE]Action:[/color] Talking to a strange ghost girl before meeting up with Melanie and Farran || [color=B0C4DE]Mood:[/color]Worried [/h3]
[color=B0C4DE]Interacting with Melanie [@Mae] and Farran [@Tenma Tendo][/color][/center]

Castiel had grown accustomed to solitude, but he had never felt as lonely as he did on the trip to World's End. The young man had barely moved a muscle since he'd boarded the train but it was the most emotionally-drained he'd felt since his grandfather's death, so he sat quietly in his seat and occasionally fumbled with his Tarot Cards in an attempt to pass the time. It did little to numb the growing fear in his chest, so he closed his eyes in search of sleep. Eventually, darkness claimed him and chased away his insecurities and worries.

He awoke later to the same darkness and a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

Cold sweat dotted his forehead as a multitude of voices rang hotly in his ears - there one moment then gone the next, a familiar presence on the forefront of his mind that was both there and not. 

The train had stopped, but was this really their destination? Castiel pulled himself to his feet, reaching clumsily for his rucksack before he ambled toward the carriage door. It was no longer locked. Cautiously, he exited the train and surveyed his surroundings. A tunnel, a sealed exit, stairs that descended to darkness - [i]more voices.[/i] [color=B0C4DE]"Is anyone there?"[/color] He called out.

The voices grew louder, loud enough to hurt. Castiel had gone through this time and time again. It was always startling when it happened, but by now, it was second nature to him. [color=B0C4DE]Please, show yourself. I'll listen to what you have to say."[/color]

Silence - a luminescent girl who was surely no older than 16 - whispers of a wicked witch.

Things straight out of a fairy tale, things Castiel knew to be true. [color=B0C4DE]Thank you for speaking to me. I'll hold your warning close to my heart.[/color] He allowed her to finish speaking before he resumed. It was never wise to ignore the words of a dead person, he knew from experience. [color=B0C4DE]"These rooms, what do you mean... wait, I have more questions for you."[/color] Before he could ask, she disappeared. He was, once again, alone. At least, until he heard the loud wailing of a child.

[color=gray]"OHMYGOD, SOMEONE PLEASE ANSW--"[/color]

The voice was enough to snap him back to his senses, and he waded through the darkness in hopes of reaching it. [color=B0C4DE]"Hello? Are you another passenger? Please calm down, I'm here to assist you.[/color] He followed the voice until he was close enough to see a frazzled boy bowing at something - err, someone. He noticed her shortly after he'd noticed the boy, neon-pink hair and an outfit that told him he wasn't from the Old Country. [color=B0C4DE]"Hello,"[/color] introductions had never been Castiel's strong point. [color=B0C4DE]"I take it you're both as clueless as I am, but this isn't the station, is it? Are you by any chance, the other passengers?"[/color] The young man spun around and cupped his hands over his mouth. [color=B0C4DE]"Is anybody else out there?"[/color]

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[center][h2][color=90EE90]Viola Valdis[/color][/h2]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/bDUE18w.png[/img][/center][center][h3][color=90EE90]Group 3[/color]
[color=90EE90]Location:[/color] Some Misty Place || [color=90EE90]Action:[/color] Meeting up with Oxe and Alexis, wandering near Humphrey and Crusz|| [color=90EE90]Mood:[/color]Hesitant [/h3]
[color=90EE90]Interacting with Alexis and Oxe [@PaddieCake][/color][/center]

Someone was singing.

In the foggy emptiness, Viola didn't know whether such an act was reassuring or downright eerie. It was foggy and she was alone. That was the only thing she was certain of - that, and the fact that she'd been chosen to pay the toll Beyond the Gate at World's End. Surreal was the only word she could think of to describe the predicament she'd found herself in.

Then again, her life had always been a series of trails to overcome. This was merely another one of them.

[i]She'd survive and go home to her family[/i]. The young woman repeated the thought over and over in her head, had etched it into the depths of her mind like a holy prayer. [color=90EE90]"I'm not afraid,"[/color] her lips trembled as she said the words, but the mere act of saying it egged her on. Viola continued to walk through the haze, calling out every now and then as she progressed through the empty whiteness. 

And then she caught sight of a child, perched on a tall man's shoulders. She approached them, one hand resting casually on the hilt of her blade. One could never be too cautious beyond the gate. [color=90EE90]"You two,"[/color] she called out. [color=90EE90]"Passengers from the train?"[/color]