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...Zack didn't remember starting a VR simulation.
The young SOLDIER glanced around the unfamiliar train station, wondering just what was going on. Was this supposed to be a surprise test? Because... it was very surprising. And not a soul in sight... well, what was his mission objective here? There weren't any monsters around either.
Zack clasped his hands behind his head, glad to know he at least had his sword hanging from his back. Tough there didn't seem to be anything to use it on...
Figure of Hourai
Wondering what that strange whistle was, and being quite comfortable with being thus dressed on shrine grounds at this time of day (it wasn't as if anyone else was around, and it was the easiest way to take advantage of the huge lake—as it turned out, her swimsuit hadn't lasted that long, what with randomly ambushing fairies surprising her until she worked out when they weren't around), Sanae exited her room... and dragged the bewildered Nue after her, running off in the direction of the whistling... and stopping only when they seemed to have appeared in the train station.
"Huh, this is weird, the trip from the outside world to Gensokyo wasn't that smooth..." the green haired girl wondered, looking down at the ticket that had materialised in her hand and then glancing over at the gohei in her left. Well, at least she had a stick to hit people with if it proved unwise to use magical abilities around them. Maybe she could pretend to be a magical girl, though? That ought to work...
Avatar Source
"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
Nue, being unprepared for this, had attempted to grab the first thing in reach before being dragged off... and had therefore ended up dragging the first sheet off of Sanae's bed with her. However, she had been unable to prevent being pulled along by the weird shrine maiden, and thus found herself in the train station... with the strange ticket suddenly in one hand. Needless to say, suddenly being dragged off like this had left her both confused and somewhat irate.
"What was that for?" she asked, attempting to struggle away from Sanae, "And where are we, even?"
It didn't even look like an easy place to prank people from...
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT
Burns-His-Foes was walking towards building, his scaly tail over the edge of his pants as he read an old, weathered tome bound in leather. There was an image of a burning hand on the front, and the title read "Spellcasting And The Law: Banned Spells Throughout the Ages." He was marking some bits out with a charcoal pen as he muttered to himself.
"Right then... Levitation, that's a must... Mark/Recall seems lazy... Poison, no... Passwall... Oh, I WILL find your secrets, Passwall, and what fun we shall have..."
He then bumped into a pillar, marked his place in the book with the ticket, and swore as he rubbed his snout.
"Blasted Daedric realms..."
edited 21st Jun '12 1:59:35 PM by Krautman
...and that's terrible.
King of Lame-Style
"The hell?" Travis thought to himself, at one minute driving Schpeltiger after a nice pizza lunch and now in this place, and with a strange ticket on his hands. He looked around and couldn't see anybody else. Though what he could see was a building in the distance, might as well go there, he might find out what is going on. With that on his mind he turns his bike around and speeds off to the building
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
A young blonde-haired woman wearing a white labcoat was wandering towards the distant building with a strange, slightly lopsided gait, glancing at her surroundings. She didn't appear surprised by any of this, only mildly interested.
"How curious..."
Wild Horse
"Are you the newcomers?" A youthful voice rang out from the lone kiosk near the rail, inquisitive and forward. With an audible click of the opened lock, the person inside suddenly threw open the door with a crash and rushed out. Said person seemed to be... an invisible being, wearing a crisp white shirt, a tweed hat, and a pair of tan trousers upheld by suspenders along with leather shoes. "I'm so very sorry!" The figure exclaimed as he dashed toward the group, before hopping the last few steps and transitioning into a bow, the shirt around his waist as he bent at an angle. With the hat slipping off his unseen head, something grabbed it and pushed it back on, the thing looking as though grabbed by a hand. The scent of ink and old paper pervaded the air, tinting it like the inside of a paper press.
"Alright, then. Does everyone have their tickets?" The clothed phantom figure inquired as he finally straightened up. The tone of voice he had was much akin to an eager rookie hoping to make a good impression. That was amplified by the fact the clothes seemed to be bobbing up and down, as if whoever was wearing them was so excited he was literally on his toes with anticipation.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
King of Lame-Style
Arriving at the kiosk, Schpeltiger screeched to a halt and Travis unmounted his ride. Ticket clenched in in his fist. He spotted the ghostly form which just confused and irritated him.
"Yeah I'm here, and I have it" He said getting closer to the invisible man, holding up the ticket "But more importantly, who are you? What is this place? and why am I here?" He said in an irritated tone
edited 21st Jun '12 8:06:30 PM by Sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Red-headed Smasher
Nyaruko and Mahiro Yasaka on yet ANOTHER escapade!
"MAHIRO-SAN!" she called for him. Yes, she called for him. Mahiro Yasaka high-tailed it out of there. Where, you ask? From their dinner date of course. She dragged him off, mind you, against his will and sat him down for a dinner of love! Okay, that didn't set him off. What did set him off, however, is WHAT she served. Shoggoth, Deathgaunt, yeah, that really didn't sound like a delicate meal. One would think, were they from the foes that she's slain? The girl was rather crazy after all! Or was she a girl? Yet another mystery that the boy had to solve. "MAHIRO-SAN!" she called his name.
The young Nyarlathotep called his name, and he continued to run.
His sanity gone. He was out of options. He had a train ticket in hand. Maybe he could use it? Where was it from, anyway? It was from out of the blue, but still, it was better than being trapped with her for the time being. "Huff...huff..." the young boy, Mahiro Yasaka, was out of breath. He ran and ran but no escape. The train. It was in sight. There was an escape. "AH!" he yelled out as she sprinted further, he pushed himself. He mustered everything he had and placed it all into his legs for another mile.
And then he arrived. Worn out nearby the train. He fell upon the cobblestone floor, his arms and legs sprawled out.
"MAHIRO-SAN!" she yelled again, breathing in and out, but she wasn't nearly as worn out as he was. "Found you!" she said as she smiled wide.
She paid no mind to the setting or the people around her—
Wait a second.
Why were they at a train station?
"Uhh..." Nyaruko looked up and all around, not noticing anything familiar.
"Hey you! Nano-something or other!"
Figure of Hourai
"I have a ticket!" Sanae proclaimed perkily (though it was from far the only thing about her that was perky), waving it in the air and rushing forwards, "This is some sort of magic train, right? Does it transform into a giant robot?"
The shrine maiden seemed rather... excited by the prospect of a giant robot, even though she was the only one to have said anything to that effect. No doubt people were now staring at her... partly because of her ridiculous enthusiasm and running right up to the invisible person and partially because she seemed to have forgotten about her current state of undress. Good thing Nue had brought that bedsheet along, right?
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"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
Realization of their situation actually kicked in for Nue by this point. Not that this was a bad situation, there were lots of people who seemed clueless and in Nue's case that was a very good thing. No, it was more the fact of Sanae's current state of dress. The absent-minded girl had... well... forgotten her clothing's... current state, more or less. Nue straightened herself, took a deep breath, and raised the bed sheet. Her red set of wings moved forward, and quickly slashed a set of three holes in it, before pulling it down over Sanae's head.
If all went well, Sanae had ended up with a knee-length bedsheet poncho as her new clothing. With that done, Nue raised her ticket and attempted to look as unassuming as possible. After all, she didn't want anyone to suspect her of anything, that would make it harder to trick people...
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
"Yes, I have a ticket as well. But before we board, I think you should explain what is going on."
WHAT HAS SCIENCE WROUGHT
Burns was currently rubbing his snout as he removed the ticket from the pages of his book.
"Yes, yes, here's your blasted ticket. Just what are we here for?"
...and that's terrible.
Those special beings selected by either chance, fate, or fortune would hear the telltale whistle of a locomotive in the very fringes of their hearing. It came from no specific direction, no. It was just there, a siren call that beckoned to the chosen few.
The source was heard, but not seen. In fact, nothing would appear unless one went to look for it. Those that did would then find themselves inexplicably on situated an abandoned station somehow, their very surroundings immediately that of the new territory. Empty kiosks lined the place, looking deserted. The sky was not the blue one would reckon with Earth, but rather a molten gold that enveloped the new world like a an omelet. It glistened with a luxurious sheen, as though it was all one huge veil of liquid. The barest tinges of azure sparks rippled throughout the atmosphere every now and then, like resurfacing fish in an opaque pool. The effect was surreal to say the least.
A single ticket would also appear on those who ventured into the station through the dimensions, a little scrap of cream paper with crimson ink inscribed upon it. The only words that could be read in the individual's native language was simply labeled "Origin Road" among scrawling alien script of curling numerals and what appeared to be pictograms.
The slightest breezes blew through the cobblestone station with its indecipherable signs and schedules, seemingly tugging people toward the furthest building at the edge of the station, the one closest to the rails. It was unknown whether a train still ran, or if there were even staff... But there still might be a chance, right?
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.