[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dWS3Fn3.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/HOsKvZm.png[/img][h3][color=e6ade6][b]Group 1[/b][/color] [color=e6ade6]Location:[/color] Nearing the door of his compartment || [color=e6ade6]Action:[/color] Ow || [color=e6ade6]Mood:[/color] Gritting through mild pain [/h3][color=e6ade6]Interacting with: Kaleo Yuna [@Tenma Tendo], Ignatus Buford [@Paddiecake], Cain [@Orpheus] [/color][/center] Targilde shuffled forwards on his elbows army-style, resigned to the possibility his suit were getting worn down. Still, there was nothing else for it - it was indeed the option of scuffing his suit or perhaps being crushed, after all. Perhaps he would have time to make himself presentable after the excitement died down. Targilde would hate to look unproffessional when he finally came to meet his fellows he'd be living out here with. He did so hope "living" was the operative word. [color=73750b]"Help!"[/color] Targilde heard a voice ring out from somewhere beneath him and it seemed genuinely petrified. Such a sincere request for assistance was something Targilde could simply not ignore as a gentlemen and a servant. [color=e6ade6]"I'm coming!"[/color] he called back, spying the gap between the end of his carriage and the next. He shuffled forward with eager speed. As he approached, he reached for the edge of the compartment in the hopes of pulling himself through. [color=e6ade6]"Don't worry sir, I'm coming to assist yAHHHGGRRRR-"[/color] a wicked chunk of metal disloged by his movements plummetted down from above. Into the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger on his right hand it went, burying itself there on impact. Blood pooled under his shaking hand and trickled down and out the carriage to the ground beneath near the mysterious voice. Targilde stared at it with only the smallest twitch as he succcessfully regained his composure. [color=lightpink]"U-Um, excuse m-me? I-Is someone there? H-Hello?"[/color] came the afraid young voice of the passenger in the next compartment. [color=e6ade6]"Hello yes! Me and another gentleman are here! He seems to be stuck under the train."[/color] he called, slowly pulling his right hand back as he reached forward with his left. [color=e6ade6]"My sincerest apologies, ma'am, but I appear to be bleeding. Would you be so kind to attempt to pull me out? My own efforts have been ill-fated and I think I require some assistance."[/color] He paused for a moment, staring up at the grinding metal above him and trying not to think too hard about when it planned to fall on him more. [hr][hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vGBmtHs.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Hjmp1EU.png[/img][h3][color=ff1493][b]Group 2[/b][/color] [color=#ff1493]Location:[/color] Platform near Farran|| [color=#ff1493]Action:[/color] Calming Farran, learning about people || [color=#ff1493]Mood:[/color] Suspicious of axe - ball? - murderers[/h3][color=#ff1493]Interacting with: Farran [@Tenma Tendo], Castiel [@Fox of Spades], Lloyd [@SilverDawn][/color][/center] [color=gray]"H-Hello? I somebody there?! HELLO?! OHMYGOD, SOMEONE PLEASE ANSW--"[/color] The next sound Melanie heard was a soft THUMP. She peered round the door to see the perplexing scene of a young teenage boy in the midst of apologising profusely to the offending item. [color=gray]"I-I'm sorry door! I-I'm so sorry!"[/color] She swung her leg over the side of the train and hopped down beside the hysterical boy, taking a moment to examine him. Gee he was sure wound up. [color=#ff1493]"Hey don't sweat it, I'm sure the door doesn't mind."[/color] she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him.[color=#ff1493]"More importantly, are you ok? Running straight into a metal door's gotta hurt a little."[/color] Further down the train, a voice approached with a light behind them. She'd heard bits and pieces of a conversation, so she wasn't surprised to see two more people appear. Melanie was, however, perplexed by their state of dress. She'd heard of Kingdoms outside of Veldamar, but all three of them looked like they were out of a cartoon or something. Not that Melanie had seen many cartoons. She vaguely understood that there would be Tolls very unlike her here, but that had seemed such a far away concept. It was quite strange to be presented with the reality. Melanie felt like she was at the start of a horror movie or something. [color=#ff1493]"Yo."[/color] she said, with a lazy flick-of-the-wrist wave with her spare hand. [color=B0C4DE]"Hello? Are you another passenger? Please calm down, I'm here to assist you."[/color] Melanie took a small step back to allow all four of them to stand together at the platform, should they want. It would at least take her mind off of the creepy surroundings. Speaking of creepy... [color=#ff1493]"Nice night light."[/color] she said with a small nod to the weird lantern-thing the masked guy was sporting. Yep, now the horror-movie vibe was reaaally sinking in. [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] [color=#ff1493]"Yeah I'm a passenger. Travelling from Veldamar. Not really sure if this is the station or what - they should of at least bothered to give a brochure or something."[/color] Melanie paused at his question. Honestly, she hadn't even thought about the possibility that these people [i]weren't[/i] passengers. But it was entirely possible, wouldn't it? She stared at the masked guy with her deeply unsettling black and pink eyes, trying to work out if he was an axe murderer or not, and oblivious to the fact she looked pretty weird herself. [hr][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/aIX5lvY.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8X13MbQ.png[/img][h3][color=daa520][b]Group 3[/b][/color] [color=#daa520]Location:[/color] Weird Mist Place || [color=#daa520]Action:[/color] Get reckt || [color=#daa520]Mood:[/color]Pain-->Confusion-->Shock-->Awe/Fear[/h3][color=#daa520]Interacting mostly with: Crusz [@Haru Nyan], Oxe, Alexis and Viola around [@Paddiecake] [@Fox of Spades][/color] [/center] [center][b]THUNK[/b]. [color=#daa520]"Bloody Nora!"[/color][/center] Humphrey stuttered forward and then regained his lost balance. He swung around in a big comical arc as he looked for his assailant, one arm raising to touch the sensitive skin on the back of his skull. He was momentarily confused as he stared off into the mists. Some sort of invisible being, perhaps? That's when he finally thought to look [i]down[/i]. He was greted by the sight of glowing purple eyes that pierced through the mists, matt rosewood scales, and armor and weaponary far heftier then the creature he beheld. Clearly he was haunted by a [i]demon[/i]. Humphrey backed away, arms now raised in defense. [color=#daa520]"What in the devil are you?"[/color] he exclaimed, existing somewhere between awe, fear and suspicion.