SKREEEEE!

[strangerpeople]

SKREEEEE!

[It's about three o'clock when the train suddenly hears something like the cry of a crow. It's not coming from inside the train, either; it's coming from the outside.

Almost instantly, the speaker system comes to life, and the Conductor's voice echoes through the cars.]

Attention, all passengers and crew! We are under attack. Please come to armaments if you are willing. Otherwise, please congregate in the lounge for your own safety. Immediately, please.

I will meet those of you coming to the weapons.

Comments

[unwittingking]

[Well now she's purposely getting on his nerve!]

And you must go on death defying adventures so much that you can't even remember where half your scars came from!

[...he's trying his best to insult her, okay?]

[disregartist]

[A raised eyebrow.]

And that is supposed to be upsetting, how?

[unwittingking]

I'm saying that you being alive is an insult to everything that's tried to kill you and I am on the side of those beings!

[Does that work better?]

[disregartist]

...

[There is something in her eyes, her expression, at this. Something ugly, something dark.

Then...she laughs, at this. It's a harsh laugh.

Maybe that did sting, a little.]

Good. I'm glad I'm such an affront, then!

[unwittingking]

[He noticed that. And though he'll just stay silent and glare at her, he congratulates himself on insulting her like that, just a little.]