14th Transformation (train action // accidental video)
Midday approaches.
Lulu Bell is lounging on a seat in one of the train’s twelve compartments, golden eyes tracing imaginary patterns in the grain of the gleaming wooden floors. It may be the third day of the train ride, but she looks just as composed and coldly elegant as she always does. Boredom, of course, doesn’t leave the same visible marks that a lack of sleep or constant fear might.
Her network device has been discarded, but it’s still in view. Why bother with the irritating machine? It always finds its way back to her.
She tries to ignore her fellow travelers. Humans are noisy creatures--weeping, wailing, sniffling, whining. There’s no escaping their company, although Lulu Bell has tried. Being alone doesn’t frighten her. The train is wrong--she can feel it in the air and in the wood and in every bump that the wheels hit--but whatever power is taking lives is no match for a Noah. Where there’s no Innocence, there is no danger.
Noon hits.
The train itself shudders impossibly upon impact, boards pushing together and cars compressing and pressing in on themselves and their passengers. The lights go out without so much as a warning flicker. Darkness swallows up the apocalyptic visions outside and invisible frost creeps across the window panes. There are no screams. It’s as if air and sound have been stolen and replaced by a vacuum. A vacuum with a humming, mechanical heartbeat.
With a whoosh, the train lets out the breath it held so briefly. The compartments restore themselves to their previous states; sound returns with screaming and the now-familiar background noise of a subway in motion.
The lights flicker on hesitantly and the end of the world resumes outside.
Inside the car containing the recording device, the apocalypse seems to have leaked in through the floorboards. There’s blood everywhere--splattered, dripping, and oozing from the seat that Lulu Bell had occupied moments before. Don’t look too closely. They may not always act it, but the Noah have hearts… and lungs and guts and all of the other normal body parts, and they are strewn about the compartment.
A head with dark hair and blank golden eyes rolls under the train seat closest to the network device.
The video feed times out.
[ooc: Noon on the dot! I left the train car unspecified to avoid subjecting anyone’s characters to blood and body parts if they’d rather not deal with that trauma. You are, of course, more than welcome to have your character experience the carnage.]
Lulu Bell is lounging on a seat in one of the train’s twelve compartments, golden eyes tracing imaginary patterns in the grain of the gleaming wooden floors. It may be the third day of the train ride, but she looks just as composed and coldly elegant as she always does. Boredom, of course, doesn’t leave the same visible marks that a lack of sleep or constant fear might.
Her network device has been discarded, but it’s still in view. Why bother with the irritating machine? It always finds its way back to her.
She tries to ignore her fellow travelers. Humans are noisy creatures--weeping, wailing, sniffling, whining. There’s no escaping their company, although Lulu Bell has tried. Being alone doesn’t frighten her. The train is wrong--she can feel it in the air and in the wood and in every bump that the wheels hit--but whatever power is taking lives is no match for a Noah. Where there’s no Innocence, there is no danger.
Noon hits.
The train itself shudders impossibly upon impact, boards pushing together and cars compressing and pressing in on themselves and their passengers. The lights go out without so much as a warning flicker. Darkness swallows up the apocalyptic visions outside and invisible frost creeps across the window panes. There are no screams. It’s as if air and sound have been stolen and replaced by a vacuum. A vacuum with a humming, mechanical heartbeat.
With a whoosh, the train lets out the breath it held so briefly. The compartments restore themselves to their previous states; sound returns with screaming and the now-familiar background noise of a subway in motion.
The lights flicker on hesitantly and the end of the world resumes outside.
Inside the car containing the recording device, the apocalypse seems to have leaked in through the floorboards. There’s blood everywhere--splattered, dripping, and oozing from the seat that Lulu Bell had occupied moments before. Don’t look too closely. They may not always act it, but the Noah have hearts… and lungs and guts and all of the other normal body parts, and they are strewn about the compartment.
A head with dark hair and blank golden eyes rolls under the train seat closest to the network device.
The video feed times out.
[ooc: Noon on the dot! I left the train car unspecified to avoid subjecting anyone’s characters to blood and body parts if they’d rather not deal with that trauma. You are, of course, more than welcome to have your character experience the carnage.]