voidtreckerexpress | Event: Abort! Part Two (day 25, Egret). Luggage carriage

They are on world world#27462947582 for about five hours, helping, ushering people out of the city, fighting monsters, keeping guard. All seems well in the city itself, peaceful even except for the slight panic of people being told to move south.

Wherever they are, north in the desert, travelling through the countryside to the south or still in the city itself they will notice from their peripheral vision a darkening of the sky. Looking up they will see clouds. Strange clouds, appearing in the blue sky out of nowhere.

Their SCA’s start beeping, rapidly, flashing red. The clouds are too weird to be clouds, dark shapes in the sky. It might be that the Voidtreckers heed the warning and tap their SCA to evacuate to the train. It might be that they do not.

If they don’t then there is a moment, a moment of absolute stillness as those around them notice the shapes. A confused pause. Children stop their chatter, people stop their complaining, even the monsters seem to sense something and pause in their attacks.

The remaining voidtreckers are yanked away, even without pressing their SCA, they glow gold and disappear.

They all appear in the luggage carriage and not even a second later, with no warning the train lurches, flinging everyone off their feet as it enters the void.

It’s not really easy to tell speed in the void, but they will get the sense that they are moving fast. Faster than before, leaving that world and whatever those shapes were behind.

(OOC: Information on this event is here and part one is here)

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47 felt something brush up against his leg as he was carefully making his way through the crowded carriage towards the exit. It wasn't an accidental kick or brush of a foot as the crammed people shuffled awkwardly around, he could tell the difference. Which meant the hitman was curious about it and he looked down to figure it out.

He caught the movement of the weasel just before it disappeared further into the crowd. But now he was aware of it and keeping up with it was easy for someone like him who was used to keeping an eye on multiple targets while in a crowd.

A moment later he scooped up the weasel in his hands. He held it out at eye level for a moment as he examined it carefully. It looked fine. "What are you doing here," he mused aloud as he shifted it towards his chest, holding it with a surprising amount of gentle care. He wondered who had brought a weasel on board for a pet as he headed for the exit once more.

Romeo's perspective was strange, because instead of seeing out of the weasels eyes he instead was floating high above, able to see all around all at the same time.

Usually this was very helpful in an ayakashi fight when things could get very confusing, it was good to be able to see above it all and keep Elfnein knowing what was going on. It was a little less useful for moving through a crowd without bumping into people.

So it was a bit strange to be scooped up by a man he didn't know all that well. Still the man wasn't hurting him, his hands were firm but careful. He didn't seem too scary and even grown ups needed to keep their spirits up sometimes.

So he curled up in the mans hands, wondering where they were going.

47 had always had a natural way with small animals. Even prey animals that should have been frightened of the much larger predator near them, even they seemed at ease around him. Perhaps it was his careful, precise movements or his low energy demeanor. For an apex predator he was certainly easy going.

So it came as little surprise to him when the weasel settled sweetly into his hands and rested calmly there. It kind of pleased him a bit actually. He liked the feel of fur in his hands, with or without gloves on, and enjoyed the calming sensation of petting a soft creature.

Not that anyone needed to know the big, bad assassin had a soft spot for tiny, soft animals.

He took the weasel with him out into the connecting tunnel, squeezing past all the passengers stuck in the luggage carriage with careful ease. He took care to shield the weasel with his body as he made his way. When he made it out of the carriage he took a moment to breath fresh air. Then ducked into the dressing carriage, keeping low so as to avoid the spider web there.

As he headed for the next carriage as well, knowing people would be slowly making their way through here (some already were, he rubbed gently at the top of the weasel's head with one finger.

He was still quite worried about his friends, but for now getting out of the crowded carriage was good. There were a lot of people all squished together and he felt safe in this mans hands.

He lay in his hands, letting the man stroke his head for a moment, before nuzzling the finger with his nose. Was the man alright? Did he know what had happened?

Because Romeo had no idea and it was quite scary!

The hitman looked down at the weasel when it nuzzled him. It didn't mean much to him, not knowing what he was truly handling, but the movement grabbed his attention and he looked to make certain the weasel wasn't about to slip out of his hands. Doubtful a drop from this height would hurt the tiny animal but 47 didn't want to lose it nonetheless. He smoothed a hand over its head and down its back to sooth it.

"I'll look for your owner once the commotion settles down," the hitman said aloud, mostly to himself. Though in after-thought it wouldn't be too strange to find out this wasn't an ordinary animal. This train had a way of breaking his view of "normal" when he least expected it.

The weasel wriggled in agreement, he did have to find Elfnein. He was worried about her. Even though it looked like everyone had come back together, she is quite small though not as small as he was at the moment.

But he doesn't think anyone will squish her on purpose, so it might be a good idea to wait a little bit for the confusion to die down.

47 kept his hands placed carefully as the weasel wiggled in excitement to make certain it didn't fall but decided against holding it tighter when it calmed back down and stayed in his hands. That decided, he resumed walking at a normal pace and went further down the line of carriages.

For a moment he debated heading into his cabin while letting the commotion settle down. But he decided instead to go to the greenhouse carriage. It seemed a good idea for both himself to watch how many people evacuated back into the rest of the train and for the little weasel to have a comfortable spot to run around.

Once inside the greenhouse carriage, 47 made his way towards some of the organized beds where green sprouts were already visible and sat down on the ground next to them. He sat crossed legged and set the weasel in his lap. He made no attempt to keep it there, only pet it for as long as it stayed near.

The greenhouse was a good place to be, and this way he would be able to spot Elfnein if she came through. He sat on the mans lap for a moment but he wasn't really one to sit still, in any form and soon he is climbing up the man to look at the newly growing plants. It looks like someone worked hard in here and he tilts a head at the man, asking if it was him.

47 let the weasel climb as it pleased the small creature, he didn't mind. It wouldn't hurt his odd reputation on the train either. For a moment 47 thought about what kind of life he was living here--but that was a slippery slope and he focused back on the present.

He cocked his head back at the weasel. "You can go explore. Just be careful."

It felt a little odd to talk to the creature but he simply reminded himself that some of the animals already on board the train were smarter and better trained than he would expect at a glance.

He nudged his shoulder with his nose, to show he understood and would be careful. He hopped off into the planter, though he stayed close. He knows he has to be close to help keep the other mans spirits up. That was important, especially after things had gotten so scary!

He sniffed at the green sprouts, wondering what was growing. The man had always seemed a little scary to Romeo, so he had always tried not to get in his way. But if he liked plants and weasels then he couldn't be so bad after all!

Event: Abort! Part Two (day 25, Egret). Luggage carriage

doot deet doot this guy does not belong here (but I couldn't resist) >.>;

perfect

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