TImothy stopped talking as he heard someone shouting. The train car went silent. Timothy was frozen for a second, but then went over and sat in front of the man lying on the ground. "Whats the matter?" he said.
'I think he's discovering his power for the first time. Kind of like the other Wings. It seems strange that she, or they, only discovered their powers just now, when the rest of us, or at least me, maybe you guys as well, discovered ours several days ago. I would have thought we would all have got them at the same time,' Isabelle chattered. She seemed quite talkative today.
"It's g-going to be okay, just please calm down" Aaron pleaded, frightened of the person. Whether or not this was the first time they used their powers they needed to gain some measure of control over them. He didn't like the thought of being stabbed by one of the spikes. The way they described where they were when they woke up it seemed only natural for them to behave like that. As they continued their description, a feeling of worry mixed with fear rose up inside of Aaron. They spoke about one of the only things they could remember, screaming. What Aaron was supposed to make of this was a mystery to him, it result in worrying about this person and some fear adding to the amount he already felt about their ability. When he awoke from the terirble pain in his head, he hadn't experienced anything like what that person had. He woke up in an apartment, probably his own, by himself and not surround by corpses. Aaron felt that it would be best to try and help this person, they had lost their memories just like the others. "I don't know what you should take from an experience like that, but I think you can get your memories back. That is why I am here" he said in a forced calm tone, which only partially covered the fear he felt inside. Aaron stood there silently, hoping his attempt to console the person had been a success.
'I think we all had a bit of a traumatic experience earlier. Although mine lacked the few hundred dead men, and I'm not sure about the others. We all endured the agonizing pains, and none of us had a mental breakdown.' Isabelle hesitated for a second. 'Wow, that actually sounded pretty brutal. What I'm trying to say is, you might want to Turn that frown upside down! I guess, you just have to put the past behind you. I mean, I can't remember anything before about a week ago. I don't really know how old I am. What's one more thing to forget, when you've lost an entire life? Just forget about all the guys you probably murdered. They were probably dicks anyways. Don't call yourself a monster - think of yourself as a possible mass murderer, but otherwise a nice person!' Isabelle sat back. 'How's that for an inspiring speech?' she beamed.
"I dont think you are, either." Timothy said. "I doubt any of us had killed anyone, in fact. But the possibility is still there. So lets just get some rest until we reach wherever this train is going."
'Yes! What he said,' Isabelle says hastily. She's starting to doubt her soothing abilities. Well, whatever she was before she forgot everything, at least she could cross Psychiatrist, or Counsellor off the list. 'Also, I never called you a murderer. Those guys probably died from... another guy. Maybe you were imprisoned working in a maximum-security prison when all the stuff happened, and all the other murderers escaped and killed those guys. Or maybe they were killed by whatever killed everyone else. Personally, I'm betting on brain parasites; but maybe it was those headaches. Perhaps some people were more susceptible to them, or maybe they just didn't have any Panadol nearby. Speaking of that, neither did I.' Isabelle frowned. 'I think I'm just confusing myself. And possibly you guys as well. Anyways, you aren't a murderer, and no one said you were, okay?'
Aaron was silent when Isabelle tried to help the terrified person but ended giving the opposite effect. This person seemed adamant that he was not a killer, whether he was or he wasn't Aaron's decision. But he thought that if this person was like this before the mysterious event he couldn't be a killer, even if this was wrong he didn't seem like a killer now. Aaron would have said something but the person's ability activated again, covering him in spikes, which frightened Aaron. Even if this person was not a murderer like he claimed he did seem volatile. He jumped backwards when the spikes appeared, letting out a gasp in surprise. As he exhaled, a small amount of smoke came out due to his ability, if one looked closely they would have seen the back of his throat glowing slightly. When Timothy spoke, Aaron nodded. He agreed with what Timothy said about them probably not being killers, at least he hoped that they weren't. Isabelle tried again to calm the person down, more successfully this time and Aaron breathed a small sigh of relief when they retracted the spikes. "Y-You don't seem like a killer to me" Aaron said, a touch of nervousness in his voice. Aaron walked slowly towards a seat on the opposite side of the train car to the person, planning to watch idly as the world ran past. But he caught a glance of the person, now seeming more sad than scared. "It's going to be alright, we will get our memories back soon" Aaron said.
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[Ronin]
Watching all the chaos break out in the train car we were all in, I backed as close to the window as I possibly could, trying to make sense of all this. Obviously, it's bigger than I had originally thought. None of us can remember ANYTHING about the people of our past, and as shown by Mr. Freakout here, it's obviously done some pretty harsh mental damage, more than simple memory loss. One thing was certain, however - we would probably find the answers tomorrow morning. I sat back in my seat, and looked out the window at the nighttime stars.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
I looked out the window as we were pulling into a train terminal the next day. This train terminal was in a town within the mountain range, not far from our destination. "Well guys, let's go. This is our stop," I said as I made my way toward the door. As I walked out the door, I found that the town was in complete chaos. People were running every which way, trying to get as far away from the town as possible, and several people like us had been killing each other, then running off in some random direction. "Uh... we might not want to stay here for long," I advised as I pointed towards the chaotic town.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"How about we stay in the train for a few hours, and then maybe leave?" TImothy suggested. "The town will have calmed down by then. Or at least somewhat."
"The train's probably gonna leave soon simply so it doesn't get destroyed. Let's just try to go through quickly so we don't draw too much attention, and take as many discrete shortcuts as possible," I said. A man in a blue jacket ran past me in a panic, and running past me came some kind of quadrupedal monster tearing after him. "... We need to go, now," I said urgently.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Aaron was staring out the window of the train car, lost in thought, when it arrived at the station. He was quickly brought back to reality when the train stopped. He blinked, stood up and stretched. He walked towards the exit, slowly at first but quickly gained speed until reaching normal walking speed. He stepped out of the car into the cool outside air, he was relieved to be off the train. However that feeling quickly vanished when he saw the state the town was in. The people here seemed to be losing their minds, running around every which way and attacking each other. Aaron took a step backwards, unsure about staying in the town. Someone mentioned not staying here for long, and Aaron wholheartedly agreed. "Yes, we should probably leave soon" he said. He looked at the group that had walked off the train, they, combined with whoever was still on the train, all seemed to be going to the same place. That place seeme dot be the one that the mysterious caller had mentioned, the mountains. Why they wanted to meet there, Aaron did not know, but they said they would give them their memories back. It seemed like a good idea to go with the group, however he barely knew anything about these people. What their abilities might be, if they had any, what their names were, these were all mysteries to Aaron. If he was going eith these people he wanted to at least know their names, or whatever they thought their names were. "If we are going in a group, I would at least like to know what your names are. I'm Aaron, I think... It was what my lisence said..." he said.
I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. Apparently, it said my name was Ronin Ezekiel. I didn't even think to check my license until Aaron brought it up. "Well, it seems that my name is Ronin. Pleasure to meet y'all. Now, can we get to a safe spot before doing some kind of meet and greet? This place is far from safe," I said. A panicked man, dressed in horribly shredded and bloodied clothing, plowed over me in a frenzied panic, blowing me to the ground and getting onto the train. "Ow," I said as I slowly got to my feet. "What in the world is going on here?" I muttered. "Anyway, let's go! We don't want to end up like... that guy," I said as I pointed to a bloodied, mangled pile of flesh and snapped bones.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
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After the hectic train ride that was made up of someone screaming they weren't a murderer and someone else sprouting wings, Winston let out a small sigh as he jumped off the train. Unfortunatly, the town was much lIke the train. Except for the various corpses laying around. That was all new. I just defended deeper into the underworld, didn't I? Squinting to see the group he was previously 'listening' to, he quickly walked up to the lot of them. "I heard you all got the call." The statement was quite similar to his expression, meaning emotionless.
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I love how the EO battle themes go on for a couple of minutes like normal and then after a while they are just like 'Ah nobody's going to be in a normal battle for this long anyway, fack it, GUITAR SOLOS!' Cracks me up.
Aaron nodded as Oswald and Ronin said their names, however Ronin was right this was not the place for small talk. There was only one world to describle the current state of the town, horrific. With the panicked people and the total chaos it was not somewhere where Aaron wanted to be. A sense of dread grew inside Aaron, he thought that something bad was going to happen if it hadn't already. He flinched visibly when Ronin was knocked over by some panicked and hysterical person. He was unsure that even with his new ability that the group would be safe if they stayed. He looked around at the town, trying to see if there was anywhere that looked safer or at least could be a quicker way to the mountains. But wherever he looked there was only more destruction, more hysteria and more chaos. A grimace was painted on his face as he looked. He hoped whoever called them saying they could get their memories back could help this town too before it was completely obliterated. He looked at the other members of the group, he doubted staying here any longer would do any good to their state of mind. He scanned the area once again before pointing left, "Let's go that way" he said, "I think it looks slightly less destroyed..." he added weakly.
Timothy listened to the conversation. at the part of the names, he added in "I'm Timothy. But i think you all knew that." At the part where Aaron suggested they go left, he agreed. "Alright. I think i should go first, in case anyone hits us." Timothy then moves to the front of the group and begins to look around, waiting for a good time to go.
'I reckon we kidnap someone, so that we can throw them at any monsters that attack us,' Isabelle says, looking around the immediate area to check if there were any obvious choices. 'Possibly someone very overweight. That'll give us more time to escape while it eats them. or just to throw at someone as a distraction.'
'Man up!' Isabelle suggested.'I think we all had a bit of a traumatic experience earlier. Although mine lacked the few hundred dead men, and I'm not sure about the others. We all endured the agonizing pains, and none of us had a mental breakdown.' Isabelle hesitated for a second. 'Wow, that actually sounded pretty brutal. What I'm trying to say is, you might want toTurn that frown upside down!I guess, you just have to put the past behind you. I mean, I can't remember anything before about a week ago. I don't really know how old I am. What's one more thing to forget, when you've lost an entire life? Just forget about all the guys you probably murdered. They were probably dicks anyways. Don't call yourself a monster - think of yourself as a possible mass murderer, but otherwise a nice person!' Isabelle sat back. 'How's that for an inspiring speech?' she beamed.But the possibility is still there.So lets just get some rest until we reach wherever this train is going."imprisonedworking in a maximum-security prison when all the stuff happened, and all the other murderers escaped and killed those guys. Or maybe they were killed by whatever killed everyone else. Personally, I'm betting on brain parasites; but maybe it was those headaches. Perhaps some people were more susceptible to them, or maybe they just didn't have any Panadol nearby. Speaking of that, neither did I.' Isabelle frowned. 'I think I'm just confusing myself. And possibly you guys as well. Anyways, you aren't a murderer, and no one said you were, okay?'[Ronin]
Watching all the chaos break out in the train car we were all in, I backed as close to the window as I possibly could, trying to make sense of all this. Obviously, it's bigger than I had originally thought. None of us can remember ANYTHING about the people of our past, and as shown by Mr. Freakout here, it's obviously done some pretty harsh mental damage, more than simple memory loss. One thing was certain, however - we would probably find the answers tomorrow morning. I sat back in my seat, and looked out the window at the nighttime stars.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
[Ronin]
I looked out the window as we were pulling into a train terminal the next day. This train terminal was in a town within the mountain range, not far from our destination. "Well guys, let's go. This is our stop," I said as I made my way toward the door. As I walked out the door, I found that the town was in complete chaos. People were running every which way, trying to get as far away from the town as possible, and several people like us had been killing each other, then running off in some random direction. "Uh... we might not want to stay here for long," I advised as I pointed towards the chaotic town.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"The train's probably gonna leave soon simply so it doesn't get destroyed. Let's just try to go through quickly so we don't draw too much attention, and take as many discrete shortcuts as possible," I said. A man in a blue jacket ran past me in a panic, and running past me came some kind of quadrupedal monster tearing after him. "... We need to go, now," I said urgently.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Aaron was staring out the window of the train car, lost in thought, when it arrived at the station. He was quickly brought back to reality when the train stopped. He blinked, stood up and stretched. He walked towards the exit, slowly at first but quickly gained speed until reaching normal walking speed. He stepped out of the car into the cool outside air, he was relieved to be off the train. However that feeling quickly vanished when he saw the state the town was in. The people here seemed to be losing their minds, running around every which way and attacking each other. Aaron took a step backwards, unsure about staying in the town. Someone mentioned not staying here for long, and Aaron wholheartedly agreed. "Yes, we should probably leave soon" he said. He looked at the group that had walked off the train, they, combined with whoever was still on the train, all seemed to be going to the same place. That place seeme dot be the one that the mysterious caller had mentioned, the mountains. Why they wanted to meet there, Aaron did not know, but they said they would give them their memories back. It seemed like a good idea to go with the group, however he barely knew anything about these people. What their abilities might be, if they had any, what their names were, these were all mysteries to Aaron. If he was going eith these people he wanted to at least know their names, or whatever they thought their names were. "If we are going in a group, I would at least like to know what your names are. I'm Aaron, I think... It was what my lisence said..." he said.
I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. Apparently, it said my name was Ronin Ezekiel. I didn't even think to check my license until Aaron brought it up. "Well, it seems that my name is Ronin. Pleasure to meet y'all. Now, can we get to a safe spot before doing some kind of meet and greet? This place is far from safe," I said. A panicked man, dressed in horribly shredded and bloodied clothing, plowed over me in a frenzied panic, blowing me to the ground and getting onto the train. "Ow," I said as I slowly got to my feet. "What in the world is going on here?" I muttered. "Anyway, let's go! We don't want to end up like... that guy," I said as I pointed to a bloodied, mangled pile of flesh and snapped bones.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
After the hectic train ride that was made up of someone screaming they weren't a murderer and someone else sprouting wings, Winston let out a small sigh as he jumped off the train. Unfortunatly, the town was much lIke the train. Except for the various corpses laying around. That was all new. I just defended deeper into the underworld, didn't I? Squinting to see the group he was previously 'listening' to, he quickly walked up to the lot of them. "I heard you all got the call." The statement was quite similar to his expression, meaning emotionless.