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Post by Κομμα on Sept 10, 2011 16:51:53 GMT 7
Perhaps this old station at the edge of the forest might have had a different name years ago, but it's known solely as Elysian Cross now, an allusion to the Elysian Fields of Ancient Greek mythology where those deemed worthy by the Gods would spend a peaceful and happy afterlife. The station itself is abandoned, its wood walls rotting and molding as the railroad ties themselves, but it seems that a single steam engine train still makes regular stops here. Legend has it that the M. Orient is unmanned and takes its passengers right over to the afterlife and back; whether or not any of the passengers survive the round trip is another story entirely. If you see this phantom train's light or hear its echoic whistle approaching the overgrown station, you would probably be better off turning and walking away, or even running; your curiosity might just be the end of you if you don't. |
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Post by Basil on Sept 20, 2011 22:56:51 GMT 7
A female pirate with sky blue hair sat alone on the platform. An oddly upbeat tune filled the air as she played her harmonica. Her right foot randomly tapping along to the beat. Six bottles of rum were sitting beside her. Two were empty. A third one was half full. The rest seemed to have been forgotten. Shreds of what used to be a treasure map was scattered all over the platform. Her cannon and ammunition pack were piled against the wall in a haphazard manner.
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Post by willow on Sept 21, 2011 23:50:40 GMT 7
(mind if I join? =) )
The priestess leant on the station wall, gazing into space, black cloak wrapped around her against the cold. She didn't know what she was waiting for, nor did she know how long she would have to wait; merely that something important felt as if it were about to happen, and that she wanted to be a part of it.
She glanced at the pirate, eyes rolling, annoyance showing from the set of her stance. She had not wished for anyone else to be here. She had dreaded it. And the music just added salt to her wounds.
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Post by tsubasa on Nov 27, 2011 1:46:44 GMT 7
(Is it ok if I hop in? ^^")
Shirayuki was feeling rather annoyed as she dragged herself along the road that led to a station - her master's other servant Shao Feng, was supposed to be the "errand boy" to help deliver things across dimensions, while she was supposed to stay in the holic and go about with the usual chores she had been doing for as long as she could remember. Although she walked for miles with her wooden clogs, she felt no pain in her feet - for snow-fairies do not walk like humans do. They drift. Even so, the clogs slapped the pebbled ground with a loud clipping sound with every step she took.
She raised her head at the sound of a harmonica.
Before her was a small, seemingly abandoned station, and there were two people: one, a female pirate with a light-blue hair, who was in such a shabby state that Shirayuki had the urge to shower her with a snowstorm; the other, who seemed to be a priestess in a black cloak, threw an irritated look at the pirate.
She let out a soft sigh. She wasn't expecting to be going back with two strange humans, but it wasn't as if she had any choice.
Fate. She must be probably fated to meet them here, at this very place. Whatever the reason would be, she wasn't interested to find out.
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Post by willow on Nov 27, 2011 23:34:14 GMT 7
Eumelia reached under her cloak, to the belt on her robe, taking out a dagger. She shifted it in her hand, playing with the weight, bored, waiting, blocking everything else out. Looking around her, she saw a departures board. She didn't understand it, but it didn't matter. It was faded. There was a train due, but she couldn't tell when, or where to.
She shot the other arrival another look of annoyance. Even out here, she couldn't find peace. There was something wrong with the world.
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Post by tsubasa on Nov 28, 2011 18:27:47 GMT 7
Shirayuki returned the priestess' annoyed look with a cold glare. Normally she would have still gave others a plastic smile even if she was provoked, but today wasn't her good day.
Her mind was still fuming over Shao Feng's irresponsibility to carry out the duties he was supposed to do.
She didn't give the dagger on the cloaked woman's hand a second glance. She knew very well that none of them had any sort of ability to truly kill her - only Shizuyo, her master, had the power to take away her life.
After all, the water vapors that hung in the air around her were fully under her command. She could easily kill someone if she really meant it, but Shizuyo had cast a limiter curse on her - she could feel him watching her every move, in the holic from another dimension, and he would only break it when he felt the need to.
She tugged at her yukata collar, and looked out far at the endless horizon before her in silence.
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Post by willow on Nov 29, 2011 0:27:46 GMT 7
Eumelia threw the dagger, catching it again by the hilt, then fingers pinched on the dagger, then the hilt again. She was bored. Resolutely ignoring the others, she walked across the platform, and down onto the tracks, bending down to look at them. Rusted.
She did not know much about trains, in fact, she was so frightened of them that she shunned all knowledge of them. But she did know that rusted, broken tracks were not right. She pulled at the weeds between them, idly, wondering whether she could go back. It wasn't the destination that scared her, but the journey itself.
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Post by tsubasa on Nov 29, 2011 21:06:56 GMT 7
Shirayuki watched the priestess quietly as the cloaked woman moved down to the tracks and seemed to be inspecting it. The snow-fairy didn't like the shiver she felt in her bones - she couldn't tell what it was, but her instincts told her that the situation she was currently being thrown into wasn't...good.
Her instincts had never been wrong, but she really hoped that this time she was wrong for once...
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Post by willow on Dec 1, 2011 23:48:04 GMT 7
Eumelia started walking down the tracks, as the ground began to shake. The vibration caught her off guard for a moment, then she jumped, back onto the platform. She'd been warned about trains, and tracks, and how you didn't want to be on them when the train was coming.
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Post by tsubasa on Dec 3, 2011 19:50:03 GMT 7
Shirayuki widened her eyes ever so slightly at the increasing tremble - a train was about to arrive. She glanced at the priestess who jumped back onto the platform with a surprised look, somewhat amused at her.
A dark shape loomed closer towards the station. Bigger and bigger the silhouette grew - in a cloud of thick white smoke she saw that it was a black steam train with the words M. Orient on the front. There was no one in the captain's cabin - it was an unmanned train. It screeched to a halt, and the doors all sprang open, as if to welcome the three odd passengers aboard.
Shirayuki felt a sense of familiarity as she approached the train. She could never forget this feeling - it was something she had been with for as long as she could remember.
The sense of death.
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Post by willow on Dec 4, 2011 1:00:33 GMT 7
Eumelia bit her lip. She did not want to be getting on the train. It was a train. Machinery. Frightening. Godless.
But she had come this far. She felt under her cloak, for the reassuring handle of one of her knives. And she stepped through the door, onto the train. There were seats, and she chose one, sitting perched untrustingly on the edge.
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