[★] the first

[novicegoddess]

[well, there's a preteen girl panicking right over in this area. she's been going through the train for the past half hour, looking a bit worse for wear and searching almost desperately for someone, or something, she knew.

... help her out?]

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[bloody_justice]

[There's a Yuri wandering about the train, hand over his hat as he uses it to cover his face. He's carrying his submachine gun in a gase slung over his shoulder -- perhaps he stole it from the luggage car? At any rate, he ends up running into Estelle, grunting lightly as his hat falls off.]

Do you not know how to watch where you walk, child...?

[novicegoddess]

[aaaaand she falls back onto her bum. after a few moments, an "ow ..." and a quick glance upward to who she'd accidentally run into, she jumped up, bowing repeatedly in apology. and verbally expressing her apology, too.]

I-I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, I admit! I'm just-- [and this is when she notices the resemblance to her ... kindasorta friend back home.]

... [and she's frozen, halfway between shock, because he looks so much OLDER, and glee, because, eee! someone she knows! or, someone who looks like someone she knows.]

[bloody_justice]

[The assassin winces, just staring at this girl as he nods a little.]

Stop bowing so much. It is of no consquence to...

[...oh, dear God. This particular girl reminds him of a certain child assassin he trained several years back. And as he stares at the girl a little longer, her realizes that holy shit, it's a mini-version of his lover/demi-goddess/whatever back home. Cue Yuri staring at you in complete shock, spluttering an attempt at a complete sentence.]

It... but... How in the... Estelle...?

[novicegoddess]

[stare.

stare.

stare.

and then ... well, might as well try, right?]

... Yuri ...?

[bloody_justice]

[Oh, shit. OH, shit. It really is Estelle, even though she's really chibi and really cute now. Yuri blinks, staring at the little girl once more.]

I... I don't believe this. What... what sort of madness did Flynn pull this time...?

[And he's going to be blue-screening a little now.]

[novicegoddess]

[and at this, Estelle headtilts. Silly Yuri. Flynn doesn't come in until the next season of her AU!]

Flynn ...? Yuri, who's Flynn? Is he a friend from school?

[bloody_justice]

[Yuri frowns lightly, and sighs.]

You could call him that, though our friendship is a... very rocky one. Make of it what you will.

Did you only arrive just now, Estelle?

[novicegoddess]

[nods]

I-I was headed to school with you, and with Ioder, and then-- Yuri, why is the school moving?!

[bloody_justice]

[The assassin frowns, glancing over Estelle with a scrutinizing look. Finally, he leans down, picks up his nice hat, and holds out a hand to the cute little girl.]

No one has told you of our current predicament, have they...?

You're in your world no longer. You've been taken onto a train of some sort -- as I know, there is no possible way of getting off.

[novicegoddess]

[takes his hand]

That's ... strange. Yuri, why are you talking so formally? I'd think you'd yell at me or something for not knowing the situation ...

[bloody_justice]

[And Yuri pulls her up, merely shrugging in response.]

Given the kind of world we've been thrust into, it's rather understandable. Either way, my manner of speech matters not here, since it doesn't change that we are all but stuck on this train, being played like pawns in its eternal chess game...

[novicegoddess]

[blink. blink. blink.]

... Okay.

[bloody_justice]

[...]

...did you even get a word of what I said, Estelle?

[novicegoddess]

[uh.]

No, not really ... [blushes a little]

[bloody_justice]

[orz. Cue the facepalm as Yuri sighs -- he's really frustrated, but he can't exactly get mad at Estelle. All versions of her.]

...just know that there's no way off this train for now. We've yet to find an exit.

[novicegoddess]

[nods]

O-Okay ...

[a pause, and then she looks down, a little sad.]

What if we never find our way home, though? I've ... got people who will be worried about me now ...