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[h2][b][color=fdc68a]Diane Edelweiss[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=fdc68a][b]Group 4[/b][/color]
[color=fdc68a]Location:[/color] Diane's Compartment || [color=fdc68a]Action:[/color] Losing her Marbles || [color=fdc68a]Mood:[/color] Perplexed [/h3][color=fdc68a]Interacting with Rowan [@Kore] and Wakana [@Tenma Tendo][/color]
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Amidst the clamor of the world, amidst an ever-expanding sideshow of absurdity that took the form of a gathering of people, a single self beats back against the current defined by the reality that it occupied. Tiresias, standing before those with sight but incapable of reaching Truth. Brahma, standing before He of Ten Heads as the gift to surpass a world was granted. Something transcendentally Other, eroding at reason by virtue of existence. In this fashion, [i]she[/i] takes form in the ephemeral foundation of a world, defined by her resistance to definition.

[color=fdc68a]"-Why are there marbles?"[/color]

Behold, her transcendent might.

There was relatively little to be said about Diane's time in the train up until now, having been busying herself with a book that she'd evidently brought with her and paying little regard to the passage of time. Given everything she'd heard about that world beyond the Gate, she'd assumed that she would have been plagued by monsters by now, or something similar. It was thus a pleasant surprise when there were no monsters, but instead there were what looked like marbles. That was neat. Unless they were bombs or something, marbles were much nicer than monsters.

Hefting herself out of her seat, Diane glanced around at her own compartment for a handful of seconds before shrugging, bending over to pick up and pocket a handful of the marbles in a gesture that would be idiocy at its finest if they were in fact bombs, before moving to exit her compartment. As she did so, the sound of what was either a girl screaming or a very strange monster hunting for prey sounded along the train, causing Diane to quirk up slightly. Her exploratory step out of her compartment became a headlong charge as she moved in the direction of the scream. A sharp yell cut through the air, a bleeding dance of wind and chaos that melted into the surrounding cacophony. 

[color=fdc68a]"Don't worry, prospective sidekick! Your salvation is at hand!"[/color]

The protagonist had made her descent.