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[img]https://i.imgur.com/wd6I9yK.png[/img][h3][color=a36209][b]Group 1[/b][/color]
[color=a36209]Location:[/color] Cargo Hold -> Outside -> Kaleo's Compartment || [color=a36209]Action:[/color] Being a Badass || [color=a36209]Mood:[/color] >8D [/h3][color=a36209]Interacting with:[/color] Beasts [@Mae]; Indirectly Kaleo [@Tenma Tendo], Targilde [@Mae], Ignatus [@Paddiecake][/center]

A dagger, some wood, and a pair of very, [i]very[/i] skilled hands equals a spear. 

Granted, it was crude and had barely any other detail to it than its form, but it was sharp and that was the point. [i]Ha.[/i] Kain hefted the weapon up and threw in the air for a few times, testing its balance and durability; he had also fashioned a hook of sorts which he was hoping he could use to retrieve his bow. The mercenary swung the pole from side to side and, satisfied, turned towards the exit. At the start he had been certain the monsters would break down the door and mow him down, but… Well, [i]he[/i] wasn’t going to complain.

Kain exited the cargo hold and dropped to a crouch, returning to the place where he had fallen earlier. He crept closer, alert for any sound from the beasts in case this was a ruse to draw him out. Only until he had reached the edge of the train exterior did he realize he was relatively safe, because the monsters had flocked to a different prey. Niiice. Well, sucks for them, but... Y'know. Win some, lose some. The mercenary lay down on the ground and used the extension of his spear to snag his bow. Miracle of miracles, it caught! Now to actually get it back. Kain pulled on the drawstring as gently as he could, eyes trained on the body of the bow to make sure it didn't get knocked loose from a rock or blade of grass. He could scarcely believe it when he succeeded, and exhaled all the air he had been holding in.

[color=a36209]"Damn. You're a pain in the neck,"[/color] Kain grumbled as he (lovingly!) brushed the dirt off the grip. If it had a voice, maybe it would tell him to get over himself because it wouldn't have fallen were he not such an uncoordinated bag of shit. Or maybe he was just projecting his thoughts again. Anyway, now that Kain had his longbow back, there wasn't really any other reason for him to stay...

And then someone screamed from within the crumpled carriage. A girl too, from what it sounded like. The abominations circling the ruin burst into giggling fits and jumped around in a frenzy. Gods, he hated their ugly mugs. 

... Ughhh. [i]Fine.[/i] He wouldn't want to get eaten by these asshats either. Kain turned around and started walking away as fast as he could, going so far as to jog when he was sure the hyena-things wouldn't notice. When he reached a slight distance from the wreck, he plunged his rudimentary spear in the ground and flexed. With another stretch he nocked an arrow then stretched to a full draw. Kain exhaled slowly, and let loose. The arrow soared.

A pained screech rippled through the air as the mark was hit on the side, a spray of blood erupting from the wound while the creature staggered from the impact. Its pack hacked and coughed before retreating to the treeline. Even with one of them rendered immobile, another of the beasts started bounding towards him, its tongue lapping about as it bared its jaw. With a cold, cruel practicality to his movements, Kain picked another arrow from his quiver and shot it through the eye. A clean, precise hit. He pulled his makeshift spear from the ground and ran, past the intact arrow covered in gore, after the thing crumpled down in the macabre gyrations of death.

Kain skidded to a stop in front of the obliterated carriage, eyes trained on the treeline and the twitching abomination he had injured earlier. It was still stunned. He considered killing it now with the polearm, but...

[color=a36209]"Sorry to disturb your 'my train just crashed but otherwise it's a-ok' day but... Anyone here? I'm sure heard you earlier. If there is, now's the best damn time to get your asses out of there!"[/color] He snapped at the inhabitants of the cabin without so much as sharing a look within the compartment. He smelled blood though. [i]Great.[/i] Just peachy. Whoever was in there's either dead or injured, and he didn't know smack about advanced field medicine.

[color=a36209]"I drove the things off for a while, but I bet they're gonna come back soon. So, chop chop, ladies and gentlemen!" [/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] Flying Train || [color=F6CCDA]Action:[/color] Soaring, Flying 🎶 || [color=F6CCDA]Mood:[/color] Stressed [/h3][color=F6CCDA]Interacting with:[/color] Druuk [@Duskshine749], Michael [@Burthstone], and Shinies [@Mae][/center]

[center][color=gold]"Heavens yes! Heavens yes! We are the heavens!
Hello! Hello! Welcome to the heavens!
Be the heavens with us!
Yes! Yes! Fly and shine![/color][/center]

One does not simply “fly and shine” without a certain degree of [i]grace[/i] to it.

Unfortunately, Seona lacked that grace.

Understandably panicked about the concept of ‘being the heavens’, the noblewoman flailed- and maybe let out a squeal or two- when she realized that she was hovering above the ground in escalating increments. This meant that at best she floated aimlessly, at worst she smacked into an overhead lamp while trying to latch onto something. The epitome of poise. The distance Seona travelled simply by floating was actually a bit far, though she managed to right herself halfway through Druuk’s cabin, whom she noticed was distracted with a golden visitor of his own.

The man from earlier had deposited himself on the balcony, occupying himself with watching the passing landscape. As she finally managed to approach, she thought she heard him and the starthings conversing about something- a [b]Regulus[/b]? Well, whatever it was, it seemed fancy. A King of some sort? These tiny magickal beings had a hierarchy too, it seemed. Then, the stranger turned towards her and introduced himself. Seona patted her hair down- her braid had snagged on that accursed lamp from earlier- and grabbed on to the railing. [color=F6CCDA]“I don’t mind. It’s a pleasure to meet you, although these circumstances are rather...”[/color] Seona paused and glanced at the twinkling creatures, not wishing to inspire any sort of ill will from anything that was holding her aloft several miles off the earth. [color=F6CCDA]“[i]Unique[/i]. My name is Sinéad Argent.”[/color] She managed a wobbly curtsy.

She remained drifting which, when combined with the strong winds at this height, was not quite a good state for anybody wearing a long skirt. Although it [i]was[/i] picturesque to some degree. Seona knew nothing scandalous was being revealed right now, but she preferred having her skirt do what it was supposed to be doing- [i]covering her legs from the cold[/i]. Wait. Oh.

Oh dear.

Seona began to ascend… and then descend, where she bumped against the balcony’s door. [color=F6CCDA]“Up? Wait, I think I’m thinking about it wrong!”[/color] Embarrassed and not quite able to anchor herself, the lady grabbed onto Michael’s hand as she started to hover past him. [color=F6CCDA]“My apologies. Do you know when we’re going to reach our destination? I fear as though I’m going to make an even bigger fool of myself the longer we’re up here,”[/color] Seona exclaimed over the din of the moving train and the rushing winds, although she was good-humored about her state enough to share a laugh or two.