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

[higanbana]

[Ris had been concentrating on her duty with her weapon, up until she heard Minato scream.

...Damn it. She had been so focused on the threat that she hadn't even thought to look for him in here.

Regardless, now, she's dropping everything and dashing over to Minato. When she gets there, she stops dead at what she sees.

Well... that makes a horrifying amount of sense, except it doesn't, because literally who the fuck has bones made of glass?! Whatever, she doesn't have time to think about that right now!]

Minato! Did I not tell you to be careful with weaponry?!

[...There's too much stress to be bothered with honorifics right now.]

[unwittingking]

[He doesn't know if that screaming was audible to everyone else in the lounge, but King certainly knows he heard it, and that it's more than a little distressing. He comes running in, half expecting to see someone stabbed or something.

What he sees instead is not much better because what did you do to your hands Minato WHY]

What happened?!

[He's of course running to Minato's side, trying to assess the damage that's done.]

[technicolourdifficulties]

[For once in his long existence, RGB actually runs towards the fighting since even if he may not have heard anything, King certainly must have to take off running like that.

He kind of regrets it immediately upon seeing the state of Minato's hands.]

Oh bugger. Not again...

[Don't pay attention to how he's dripping yellow and a smidge of cyan.]

Do you need help moving him?

[biddentodance]

[Finally he bites past the urge to scream. Not now. Not important. And he calls to the others, voice shaking slightly but firm.]

Keep shooting! Don't waste time on me.

[Eliza's helping him...well, it's not as though he can hold the potion himself. He accepts it. But not before...]

Sorry, Ris-san....wasn't thinking.

[And there's King and RGB, but drinking potion first so Eliza can get back to her gun sooner.]

[telecosmetic]

Is-is it getting better? [She's not leaving until she's sure his hands are actually healed.]

[biddentodance]

[The glass does seem to be returning to where it was, and his skin knitting back together. Still bloody, but eh.]

Yeah... Thank you.

[telecosmetic]

Okay-okay, that's good. Thank goodness it worked. You should get to the lounge now, so that you can rest. [And later they should probably talk about what's up with his hands.]

[higanbana]

[Now that he's healing up, thank goodness...]

You are going to the lounge. [She's not leaving this as a "probably" with Minato. He can officially no longer be trusted.]

King, escort him back! And RGB, either take up Minato's station or find someone else to go do it!

[Someone's gotta herd these cats, and apparently, it's the two smol girls today.]

[unwittingking]

Yes ma'am!

[Yeah, he agrees with this whole-heatedly, because Minato seems to have a martyr complex about him with all of this. He needs to get out of here now!

He's grabbing Minato's arm, making sure not to touch his still possibly hurt hand.]

Time to go Minato! Now!

1/2

[technicolourdifficulties]

[RGB sags in what would probably be a comical way if not for the situation.

Must I...? [a beat] ...Oh, very well. If it increases our chances of survival, I suppose I can make an attempt.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[And he does in fact make an attempt. It might even be considered a passable, maybe even 'okay' attempt for a first try, though the effect is rather ruined by the fact that he almost immediately starts screaming and has no lungs to force him to stop for breath.]

[higanbana]

It's not as if you have bones to break!

[...She thinks. Anyway, she lets this go and heads back to her own station once King's dragging Minato away ("noooo they need me let me staaaay"), and everything would be fine, except.

EXCEPT.]

—Can you please stop with that unholy screaming?! Some of us are trying to concentrate!

[technicolourdifficulties]

[He does stop long enough to form coherent words.]

Look, I can't bloody well help it if most of my previous experience with these pneumatic nightmares is being shot at!

[unwittingking]

What is going-

[And the television is screaming. King was expecting him to be calmer in this situation, but it looks like he needs to intervene here too! YIPPEE!

He tugs on RGB's pant leg, trying to get his attention.]

Hey, down here!

[technicolourdifficulties]

[Joke's on you, King. RGB's just gotten good at pretending he's not a massive ball of anxiety.

He does stop when he looks down at the corgi though.]

AAAAaaa-oh, hello. What do you need?

[unwittingking]

[One of the few times he'd prefer the cloud cuckoo lander to be calm-]

Lean down a bit!

[He gestures for RGB to get closer with a finger.]

[technicolourdifficulties]

[Such is the way of things.

He really doesn't see why this would be a helpful thing to do, but RGB does crouch down to King's level since it seems important.]

[unwittingking]

[And suddenly King quickly jumps onto RGB's TV head, trying to get on top of it.

Will he try to throw King off?]

[technicolourdifficulties]

[Not so much by intention, but many years of things trying to kill him on a daily basis has honed the instinct that anything that comes flying at RGB's head is probably Bad News, so he definitely does go "GAH!" and flail a bit before processing what just happened.]

What the devil are you doing?!

[unwittingking]

Try to reach the stupid gun! You can't handle this and I can't reach, so I'm getting on you so I can actually use the thing!

Now get me closer to that thing!

[He's...kinda barking out orders (HA) and he's not exactly being nice about it, but considering the situation maybe RGB will understand and help?]

[technicolourdifficulties]

You could've bloody well asked first before jumping on my f- [He catches himself, remembering that Mithos in the room.] - bleeding head!

[The corgi does have a point though, so he resigns himself to being a footstool willingly enough. This does not mean he's not going to grumble about it the whole time though.]

[unwittingking]

Well I am sorry for being so sudden like that!

[He's still yelling, but it's not sarcastic? Genuinely apologetic, as well as loud.

And now that he has this chance, King will be shooting with the T gun Minato was using as much as he can at...whatever is out there!]

[strangerpeople]

[And King's first shot...misses. Barely.

King can see paper fluttering just past where his shot goes.]

[biddentodance]

[He is not so determined to help at the expense of his own well-being that he won't cooperate. He lets King drag him off. To the lounge, then...]

[unwittingking]

[To the lounge!]