Post by EriChar on Mar 18, 2014 15:06:08 GMT -5
That’s odd… The dark shades of her brow creasing, Samba Deflor noted the white-wearing woman’s lacking response with curiosity; wondering why such clear words hadn’t properly been heard, and the only response they seemed to get was one of confusion.
“Uhhhh, my name’s Samba, and this is Fifi!” Offering a little bit of courtesy, despite the odd feeling of shyness that this confident fellow blonde seemed to provoke, the dancer motioned to herself and then to her mermaid companion; deciding that perhaps the odd reaction was because they hadn’t been polite enough to introduce themselves.
“We’re, um….” Pausing for thought, the curly-haired girl found herself struggling for a good term to call the two of them; the best thing she could come up with was ‘friends’ or ‘travellers’.
“Partners, I guess?” With people being called ‘citizens’ and others known as ‘Revolutionaries’, Samba found that her own little duo seemed sorely lacking in definition as they didn’t seem to really belong to any conventional heading. Perhaps her mind was a little too focused on other things, namely the ‘guests’ who had boarded the train after their little stop, to summon an acceptable term for what the pair were, if there was one.
“And you are?” Curious as to the identity of the confident woman in white, Miss Deflor once again found herself scrutinizing the form of the unnamed woman in white, with her eyes drifting off to peek along the carriages for sign of Revolutionary activity further along the train. There was something about the leader, this ‘Commander Korika Tamaru’, that unsettled her. While the face of the man and his robot arm were undoubtedly shady features, it was something else that seemed to unnerve her; perhaps the combination of what she had seen. This leader who had hijacked their ride might have promised a peaceful end to this conflict, but his bearing seemed to imply anything but that; a man wouldn’t have those many wounds from war and still take part in out without being incredibly stubborn. If things didn’t go the way that this revolutionary wanted, what would happen then? Was he just going to leave? If it was Samba herself, and something she wanted badly enough to put this many people in danger, she certainly wouldn’t give up very easily.
“Hey, I don’t think we can rely on a peaceful solution to this…” Speaking in a tone hushed low enough that the soldiers left behind to keep an eye on this cabin were unlikely to hear, Samba leant closer to the girls that had gathered to voice her concern; guessing that she wasn’t the only one worried about this scene.
“That commander guy doesn’t seem like he’ll give up very easily, and if whatever they’re after is worth all this, I’ve gotta guess it’s guarded.” Checking the guards around them to make sure that they weren’t being unnecessarily drawn into the ‘ladies conversation’ Samba continued, her brow tightly knotted as she mulled over their situation in review to the people around her.
“If these guys go nuts on one another, the people who will pay the most will be the ones who aren’t fighting…” Voicing her words in barely more than a whisper, Samba pleaded with those who stood with her to try and see her standpoint; the training as a guardsman telling her that when the proverbial hit the fan, you want the innocents as far from it as possible.
“I know that getting into a fight wasn’t anyone’s intention when getting on this train but… Can we really stand by while families are caught in the crossfire of a battle? Maybe we should try and get them away from wherever the action is?” While she was aware that she was quite possibly the only person her trained for fighting, knowing already that Fifi seemed reluctant to get her hands and octopus legs caught up in conflict, for the second time in a day the dancing Carnivalan hoped to appeal to the better nature of the women around her. Obviously, getting in the middle of a battle would be bad news for anyone, combat experience or not, and she had no idea why the trains hadn’t already been evacuated by these ‘freedom fighters’. If they were so interested in helping the common man, why were they left like lambs in a place that was about to go off? It was certainly very strange, and stunk of some ulterior motive.BAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOM~!!!!
As if sensing the concern of the girl from Carnivala, all of a sudden the train seemed to shake violently; as if Poseidon had suddenly tried to kick it off the tracks, and the people on board began to scream in terror. Ground shaking underneath her, Samba’s knees wobbled and her heart began to pound, terrified faces whirling around her eyes as she toppled over by the sheer force of whatever had happened.
“Looks like the time for talk is over!” Pushing herself back onto her feet as the train continued to rumble violently, Miss Deflor saw her course of action as clearly as she had earlier seen a dolphin ploughing into the water; she needed to get these people to safety…