RPG World of Remnant > The Vale Region
Taking A Bull By The Horns [PLOT] [CLOSED] [FOREVER FALL]
Xarias Fury:
Sometimes to tell the best lies, you have to believe in them just a little bit.
Today Kei was a conductor. A master of tickets, a local of the locomotive, and a champion of steam. Wait. Trains didn’t run on steam nowadays. Or did they ever? It’s hard to tell when studying different things for a role. Well, as long as nobody asked, Kei was a conductor, and a darned handsome one at that.
Donning her signature faux moustache and a pretty small sized uniform to fit her light frame, Kei neatly placed the hat on her slickly combed hair and proceeded out to collecting tickets for the day. That’s what conductors did, didn’t they? Except...there were no real passengers on board except for typical train staff and some oddly militarized robots. Well, there were the students and the professor but maybe they already got covered. Damn this job was tricky.
Instead of going ahead to the on passenger cart on the dust filled train, Kei just made her way out to the corridor connections and rested her back across the door in between the trains, staring out into the red leafy mess that was Forever Fall. Taking a moment to appreciate the view, Kei silently judged the streets of her memories to the mellow cascade of leaves that painted the forest red. From barely functional streets, to hard concrete jungles, and then one lair to another,and then finally a school, she had made quite a ruckus in every place she was ever in and nobody even knew who she was. A bittersweet smile arose on her lips, past the bushy moustache, and she sneezed as the prickly hairs tickled her nose and sent the thing flying off past the car.
That was fine, she guessed, she wasn’t going to miss it anyways. Besides, why can’t a girl be a conductor for once? What name should she go for? Red? Ruby? Crimson? Damned these leaves she couldn’t think of anything but red...Fine. Red it is. Red…Bark...Not exactly a good name, a rather dumb one at that, but it was probably not gonna be much of a problem since nobody asked conductors for names. Though why she was on a train was another story all together, something she had yet to confirm before acting.
"Ali, just what are you planning this time..."
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In the passenger car of the Crimson Express, Professor William Nox, Illustrious dust genius extraordinaire, was busy giving tweaks to one of his many odd bots, that he so conveniently named 0ddB0ts, while four other students were promptly sitting across him as well. Next to him were several machines and gadgets that even he didn’t need at the time, but there were so many that they practically filled his side of the train. Unlike the passenger dedicated ones, the car he was currently on had no dedicated rooms and all seats were in the same open space with a bit of walking space in between. On his side he pretty much hogged them all with one set of seats holding his massive wrench, while the others hand whirring machines that seemed like they might fall apart at any moment.
The train just arrived in forever fall not too long ago and he was tasked to chaperone four huntsmen-in-training from Beacon and Atlas. Given his previous dabbles in the latter Academy, and the fact that saying no would just get people up in airs and ruin his precious work time, he agreed to taking in no more than 4 students from both schools.
The students weren’t really given a briefing though save for the rather generic message on their scrolls reading:
Mission XXXXXXXX
Escort
Task: Guard Porter Train Crimson Express to its Destination
Date: XX_XX_XX
Several smaller details were listed below the message with the train name and destination, the cargo, that being dust and some weapons of sorts, and local possible grimm types they might encounter. Nothing seemed to out of the ordinary for a plain escort mission for their year levels though couldn’t they have relied on their defenses for that? Perhaps they were just being paranoid or maybe they had some info they weren’t sharing. Whatever it was Professor Nox didn’t seem to care and continued tweaking his odd spider-shaped robot as a single propeller drone ran itself into a corner.
“Biscuits, I need to fix the depth sensors on that one.” he groaned, dropping a screw and then scrambling after it with an extendable doohickey. He blabbered on to himself regarding sensors and screws and all sorts of incoherent technobabble which even the most advanced dust and mechanic student would have trouble comprehending before dropping the spider bot to the floor and walking over to the dead drone.
“But first...coffee.”
Wrenching his...well, wrench off the seat beside him, he plopped the thing rightside up and began dispensing some rich dark liquid from a small compartment on the side. One sip. Ugh, too greasy, but it should do. And then he downed the thing in one go, going back to working on the oddbot on the ground.
mylies43:
Trains are pretty boring, most of them are old and don't have anything particularly interesting inside them save for dust or raw materials. Sometimes more interesting things, but the worst part about trains is how they love to shake around a bunch. Topaz only accepted the job to get out of Atlas for a short while and the stupid train was just a sucky part of it, almost made her reconsider. She figured that if nothing else it did pass some lovely scenery she could watch to take her mind off the shaking of the cars and how close it felt like they came to rolling off the tracks. Lucky for when she boarded who else did she find but the infamous William Nox?! Turns out he was the professor in charge of the mission! His 0ddB0ts had been a source of awe and inspiration for her for ages, quite frankly she had to fight every fiber of her being from dissembling them to see how a professional create bots.
At first, she pretended to understand what he was saying sitting forward listening intensely, but pretending to understand someone can become very very boring very very quickly forcing Topazs initial position of interest to slide into indifference, and then boredom. After a short while of resting her head on her hands, she sat up and stretched, turning towards the left to look at the other students on the train.
"So, uh, where are you guys from, or, maybe we should start with names... Yeah, I think that's a better place to start. My names Taylor, She said placing her hand on her chest to emphazie she was talking about herself.
"third-year Atlas student. Really can't wait to be done with school to be honest."She finished lowering her hand back down.
FunkyMonkey:
Growing up, Airi had rather severe motion sickness. It didn't matter the vehicle - car, ship, train, or airplane - she had difficulty avoiding the dizziness and nausea that so often accompanied such trips. As a result, Airi's eyes were closed. While Airi had outgrown most manners of motion sickness, except for the kind that came with travel by boat, she still kept her eyes closed and put herself into a sort of half-sleep - a holdover from when she was still affected by motion sickness. When Taylor introduced herself to the group, Airi, still eyes closed, responded, "My name is Airi, also a third year."
Metroidhunter:
Vivian sat slouched in her seat as the first two introduced themselves, her attention divided by the view outside the window. Her tall faunus ears tilted in their general direction to catch what they were saying while her eyes remained locked on the gorgeous crimson landscape. It wasn't often that she passed through this area. For the moment, she wanted to enjoy the scenery. But at the same time, she realized it would probably be rude to ignore the others. After Airi had finished, she turned back to face the group, giving them a warm smile before speaking up.
"I'm Vivian, I go to Beacon. Same year as you guys." She slumped down further in her seat in an atempt to get comfier, her hands moving to the pockets of her jacket. "And you're not the only one that can't wait to get out... Gettin' a little tired of these missions where nothing happens." Perhaps it was a good thing if an assignment to protect something ended up being uneventful, but knowing that didn't make it any more exciting.
Siuwa:
Sheer was looking out the window when they started introducing to each other. Turning his head to face his partners for this mission, well technically his senior but he's sure they won't mind, and guess it's his turn to introduce himself so "I'm Sheer and one year junior of you at second year! Aren't the view outside breathtaking? It'd be a shame if something happened to it... eh unironically! So maybe no news is good news?" The view outside is nice but a chat is more interesting even if it's just small talk, so he now turns his attention full among themselves and reached forward. "Vivian is it? Can you help me with that tray?"
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