[Adrenaline Drive] - [Act 1]

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ Beneath the strange light of this world's two moons - one round and white, the other small, misshapen, and red - the steel lines of twin train tracks glisten, running parallel over the horizon. The land in all directions around is all high, rolling hills, grassy and dotted with thick, clustered shrubs but sparse of trees. The peace here is absolute - but for barely a handful of seconds.

On those tracks, a train is rumbling along at breakneck speed, bright light spilling from the windows and thick, black smoke issuing from the stack. Inside, the soft, classical decor is awash in a warm, yellow glow that seems not to emit just from the sconces on the walls, the lamps on tables, but from the very substance of the train, itself.

In spite of the rather cheery effect this luminescence lends to the bigger picture, however, if one were to poke around behind the doors of the luxurious private cars, here, they might find the place a shambles. Lamps broken, furniture scattered about, glass from the windows littering the floor, and perhaps even a few droplets of something that looks suspiciously like blood dried into the carpets - it's total chaos everywhere. Or, everywhere except the dining car, which remains mysteriously intact.

In fact, the train's sole other occupant is currently holed up, there, in the midst of an exorbitant meal. He's a young-looking man with long, silver hair and thick, round spectacles, dressed in what appears to be some odd cut of cassock. He seems unfazed by the speed of the train (though in reality he is almost perpetually stricken with motion sickness), let alone the tacky, white tiger-print wallpaper plastered to the interior of this particular car. On the contrary, he's just terribly engrossed in his present bit of business-- ]

Oh yes, I think I'd like to try this one, next! [ He says, holding up his menu with a free hand, making some vague indication toward an item from the desserts section.

He's mistaken the sound of strange footsteps for those of his waitress (or waiter), it seems. Oops. ]

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[tiniestoverlord.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even quirk an eyebrow at the destruction--such things are common in the Netherworld, after all. What does surprise him is when the other man speaks up.]

Excuse me?! Do you even know who you're talking to?!

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Excuse me. I'm sorry for intruding.

[She doesn't particularly seem it; the courteous words seem more like a distant habit and she seems quite comfortable with the idea of having barged in as if she belongs.

The speaker turns out to be a girl in her late teens perhaps, dark-haired and dark-eyed, Asian features, fashionably but modestly dressed. She takes a few steps closer; her heels tick against the floor of the car.]

Shall we keep each other company awhile?

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

[Cain is disturbed by his brief walk through the train to reach the dining car. He was expecting a lot of things once he arrived (mostly terrible evil things that may try to kill him) but, his twin cheerfully eating away wasn't one of them.]

... What would you like Abel? [He asks hesitantly. Doesn't he know this place isn't safe...?]

[dormition]

[There's a short pause as Minato leans over to investigate what he means, and then nods agreeably.] You're right, that one does look good.

[The whole thing is oddly familiar to him. Showing up suddenly at a mysterious location, the eerie atmosphere, something major clearly having gone down earlier... and a man acting like it's all completely normal, and speaking to him like he knows him. Yes, to Minato, this is life per usual.]

Do you mind if I join you? [So of course he wants to get to know him better.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Certainly stranger things have happened. Not that she's one to talk about strange occurrences. She's been in and caused ones stranger then this. Abel being here does prove a point that they can't ever have a bit of normalcy. This does offer a good chance for teasing. Actually it's always a good time to tease her brother.]

What? Can't you and your poor frail old self get it?