[indent]After Toni had pointed out the Rue hovering over the train tracks, her new acquaintances set to motion. She stepped back as the first of them moved forward. Sasha was the one to challenge, unholstering a revolver. 

[color=fdc68a][i]"Huh?[/i][/color] Toni looked to the revolver held at her hip, and back to the one in Sasha's hand. Could the Rue be hurt by bullets? She wouldn't have thought to even try it. She quickly reached for her piece, but stopped to a freeze frame when Sasha pulled the trigger. The click and sound of an empty chamber cycling echoed around the platform. Though Sasha recoiled against the force of a shot fired, Toni saw no evidence of a round being spent. Yet a sharp, piercing sensation drove through near her left shoulder in the same time that the Rue dissipated. A single tear rushed out from tightly shut eyes; a slow breath, like a patient easing through a needle stick flowed out from her lungs. The pain was gone almost instantly. 

Seconds later, heralded by an unnerving, demonic-looking filter of red light, the train of the Darklight Corridor rumbled in and whistled to a halt before them. The door of a empty car opened up where the Rue had been. The train as a whole, intricately decorated with Witch symbols, and primarily coated in black accented by red lighting, seemed foreboding. Were they embarking on an adventure, or being carted to Hell itself? 

[color=fdc68a][i]Maybe both.[/i][/color] Toni thought quickly of her brothers until a feeling drew her in the direction of the train car. She side-eyed Yiya quizzically as she started toward the car. If couldn't sense Rue... surely she knew that her escort of Howls were capable of it...

Toni would he the first to enter the train following Echoh and Yiya. Crossing through the sliding door felt heavy, but once inside the weight became feathery; a light sensation, like being brushed by soft hair or fur. At ease, she looked a Yiya, pondering her questions. But her attention would turn more to Sasha as she would enter the train. [color=fdc68a]"Your revolver,"[/color] she would start. [color=fdc68a]"It's... not normal, is it?"[/color][/indent]