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[img]https://i.imgur.com/wd6I9yK.png[/img][h3][color=a36209][b]Group 1[/b][/color]
[color=a36209]Location:[/color] Outside  || [color=a36209]Action:[/color] Retreating  || [color=a36209]Mood:[/color] Wary [/h3][color=a36209]Interacting with:[/color] ??? 
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This is definitely reaching Customer Service.

Kain exhaled slowly and wrenched his fingers off the nearby handle. When the yipping started, he reached for his bow and quiver- he had refused to be separated from his weapons- because [i]what the hell[/i]. Force of habit. Then, [i]that[/i]. Gods above and below, for a second there he swore he felt his soul cross planes. But enough about that. He wasn't about to let their mystery guests catch him ass up. Not today, at least. The mercenary stretched his arms and leaned over the next seat, wincing when the inner workings of the train creaked whenever his weight shifted to a different point. However, climbing up to the only exit proved to be no trouble for someone with his level of fitness; in a single, continuous motion, Kain pushed himself off the last booth and swung a leg over the carriage exit to stabilize himself. His fingers were already reaching for an arrow and drawing the bow taut before he could even scan the environment for the threat. 

The creatures below were anything but normal, that was for sure. At first he thought they were hyenas, but it was just… wrong. Their bodies were grotesque lumps of multicolored flesh and bone, with a patchwork of scars and scabs running in places that promised a macabre tale. Kain had difficulty telling which or what began and ended where. His dominant hand loosened its grip for a second and- [i]thunk[/i]- the bow descended right in the middle of the horror party. The abominations sniffed the new addition and started cackling.

Great.

Which lead to the next bad decision: retrieving said weapon from midst of the cackling, drooling beasties. Preferably without any of them noticing him. He failed at that too, by the way- the treacherous train decided to let out this horrendous squeal just as his boots touched the ground. The only reason they hadn't all lunged at him like he were premium dog chow was because most seemed to be winded, but he was sure that creatures such as these wised up quick. And as if the possibility of getting mauled to death by horrific flesh monsters wasn't enough, the larger ones convulsed wildly before ripping into two smaller versions. Four split off from the pack and ambled off towards his general direction.

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"So…"[/color] Kain whispered as he looked over his shoulder and dropped into a crouch, stepping back as softly as he could.[color=a36209] "I reckon saying "good boys" won't cut it this time?"[/color]

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/9upNyBY.png[/img][h3][color=F6CCDA][b]Group 5[/b][/color]
[color=F6CCDA]Location:[/color] Carriage || [color=F6CCDA]Action:[/color] Roaming || [color=F6CCDA]Mood:[/color] Uneasy [/h3][color=F6CCDA]Interacting with:[/color] Druuk [@Duskshine749]
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The trip was pleasant enough, and the sight of the Gate would have been memorable at any other time. But the further they traveled from human lands, the worse Seona felt. She barely registered the passing scenery and the window glass reflected her pinched, unhappy expression. All the while, her thoughts ran amok. What of the situation back home? Seneschal Vir was trustworthy- the estate couldn't have been left in better hands- but… Well, there was a limit to what he could do. Speaking of, her siblings were too young to assume any position in the household. Should anything happen…

Seona vigorously shook her head and sunk down to the table in front of her, willing her fears to ebb away. It didn't quite work, but at least she could pretend to do something else…

Wait. Where were they going? She gathered up her skirts and pressed her cheek to the window. The landscape was but a swath of color below, and they were surrounded by rich tones of blue swirling with soft strokes of white. It couldn't be... Is the train [i]flying[/i]!? Since when!?

The noblewoman stood up from her seat, looking around for someone who could reaffirm what she was seeing. She walked down the aisle, heading for the refreshments tucked by the exit. The next cabin was curiously unlocked. Gathering some courage, Seona peered into the next room and its lone occupant.[color=F6CCDA] "Greetings. My deepest apologies for inconveniencing you. Have we somehow missed our destination?"[/color]