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

[katzenpfote]

[Rats, you say? Caleb has a cat here who is clawed deep into his thighs as he sits, but he doesn't seem to mind. Instead he's sitting and looking out the window. He'd help, but he's not much good with a crossbow and doesn't really know how to use a gun properly.]

[unwittingking]

[So Caleb may have noticed King running out of the lounge very quickly, with RGB close behind. Caleb may have also heard the scream from the armaments car, but figured it was fine and being handled with.

Then King comes running back in, hand gripping Minato's arm, who's half-pulling half dragging said teen into the room.]

Caleb, can you make sure Minato doesn't do anything stupid while he's here?!

[He is...stressed. Just a little bit.

And then he hears screaming back in the armaments and goes running back because this is his life apparently]

[biddentodance]

[hi, his hands are repaired but still kinda bloody]

[katzenpfote]

[Um.]

[He goes over to Minato and reaches out towards his hands.]

Let me see...

[biddentodance]

They're healed. Eliza-san had a potion. [But he'll let Caleb look them over. Feel how fragile they are. There's enough blood that it certainly wasn't a small injury.] Didn't think it'd be that bad...

[katzenpfote]

How did this happen?

[It's like they're glass... what kind of transmutation would cause this? He doesn't know enough...]

[biddentodance]

Don't know.... Wasn't like this before the Eventide.

[He has no idea how or why this happened. But he has a 'what' and a vague 'when'. He should maybe worry about 'who'.]

[katzenpfote]

... Oh.

[Once again, things are his fault. He brushes Frumpking off of his lap and goes to grab a few napkins and some water to clean Minato's hands off.]

We will... figure something out.

[biddentodance]

[He can guess exactly where Caleb's mind went.]

Isn't necessarily that. Vespertine vanished six months ago. Lot can happen in six months.

[It means he'll have trouble fighting, if he needs to, but...that's fine. He'll figure something out.]

[katzenpfote]

There is no way we were missing for six months. Nott would have torn a hole in every plane looking for me if that were true.

[Is he joking? It's hard to say.]

[biddentodance]

[It isn't lightening the mood any, if he is. Minato looks away. There's no one coming for him.]

.....Will find a way to get you back.

[katzenpfote]

And we will find a solution for your problems as well.

[biddentodance]

[....it hurts....]

Too late... If it's really been six months, then it's too late.

[katzenpfote]

It has not been. We will have time.

[biddentodance]

Had....less than two months left. Already been a week here, plus the time on the Vespertine, and however much in between...

[He's running out of time fast, if it's not already over.]

[katzenpfote]

We will figure it out. Do not lose hope. At least one of us needs it.

[biddentodance]

-Right... Sorry. [He's been staring down the barrel of a gun for ten long years, and after everything that's happened.....hope is hard.]

[katzenpfote]

[Frumpkin rubs against Minato's legs, purring.]

Let us sit down... we will be safe soon.

[biddentodance]

[Frumpkin is a very good friend. Minato lets Caleb guide to a seat.]

...don't like being useless....

[katzenpfote]

I do not either, but without my magic there is little I can do.

[biddentodance]

Know several kinds of fighting, but....need my hands for all of them. Even if I could summon, Evoker's got some kickback...

[katzenpfote]

... I do not know enough transmutation magic to be able to shape bones or flesh, so I cannot be much help there.

[biddentodance]

It's alright.....just realizing how much I took them for granted.

[katzenpfote]

Well, hands are generally quite... handy.

[Is that a joke? Hard to tell when he doesn't smile.]