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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Haven't read everythiog yet, but hello person! By the way, is it just me or did my last post not post? Happened to me several times now on my Train ICs. Will repost and catch up later!

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Posted. I'm not having Est communicate with anyone because seeing how people are really focused on the HF, it would be pretty awks for a stranger like him to just butt in and be all cute, y'know? I'm pretty much leaving whatevs to you guys, since I have a lot to catch up on. Scene progression will probably happen in my next post, after I get reoriented on what's supposed to happen next by Michi.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Er, not sure, but feel free to warp my scenes to give yourself some leeway. I'm not so happy with how my post turned out anyway.

Night!

IC?

Hmm, I think Buns had Moira slam the doll down, and Syed burned the rhino so it's out (not sure, but not reloading because I really got to sleep in a few). Lucien's getting attacked by a smaller tornado since another third of it became a fluff ball and went after Lute, which just collided into the broken doll and coated it with some stuffing. Guinevere's still unharmed doe.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

And it was a really good day too…

The minute they returned to the museum, Est knew that something horrible was up. Did that kid from earlier come back and mess with the synth? Did somebody puke all over the floor? Wah. Well, whatever the case was, it seemed as if they took the wrong time to come back. “Maybe we should’ve stopped to eat at the deli for a bit,” The soldier whined under his breath before a very, very familiar voice reached his ears… and made him quake in his boots. How could he not recognize Lieutenant Falkner’s voice!? Just the mere thought of her speaking to him was enough to rouse nightmares from the deepest recesses of his mind!

As such, Est pretty much hid himself behind Japeth and Breeze, especially as the former read the crappy letter that the hooded figures sent. “Wow, talk about bad artistry,” He joked but then shut his mouth when the Lieutenant gave him a harsh glare. Meh, it was true anyway. He bet he could make better drawings than whoever drew this map… thing. And look at those figures! The horror! Their heads were far bigger than their bodies! Granted, he may not have considered that whoever drew the five hooded people was aiming for the “chibi” style, so Est thought it was horrible all the same. Surely the neck couldn’t support that much weight…?

But anyway!

“Wow, so we’re going to the Dark Side now, huh? I mean, yeah, we are! I’m going to get the USB back, of course! Ha ha,” Est gulped when Falkner, after hearing her underling’s cheerful tone of voice, immediately shot yet another withering glare at the poor soldier and his other comrades. Thankfully, one of the humans told them to lead away and he quickly did so. “Off to the ports then!” They were going to have some trouble finding a pilot who would readily fly them into the Dark Side, but whatever. Anyway, it seemed like it wasn’t these humans’ first time to go there… Interesting. He was sure Queen Delirium had her guests stay in the bright, sunshiny place.

Fastforward to when they landed.

“Fruitcake shiminee jim!” Est howled after Japeth, far more incensed than the other soldier about the sacrilege done to the state-of-the-art aircraft machinery. “That’s it, Imma slap a ‘hooded figure’, whatever they call themselves!” He swung his fist in the air and shook it like an old man reprimanding a bunch of hooligans. Again, that spritely girl who suggested they get going earlier took the initiative to lead the group, though a few soldiers trailed behind her. They flipped on their flashlights as the sky grew darker and the trees got more gnarled and twisted, their dark boughs pinned to the ground as if their wizened branches were held down by some invisible fruit. Nobody seemed happy about the event, with Inadi really being a surly butt to some of the soldiers, so Est just kept quiet as he scouted ahead. He wasn’t going to talk unless spoken to, and didn’t really think he had anything to say to these humans who seemed to be more or less more invested with each other than their nobody companions.

As the humans bickered over bears and sweets and whatnot, Est sidled closer to Japhet and peered over the map. Agh, crappy drawing. It was better to refer to the other illustration. “I think we should turn left on that tree,” He chucked the end of his rifle towards a particularly large tree towards the end of the path they were trodding upon. You know, it really felt like something was watching them...

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Big Top – Onstage (East)

There was just a certain amount of things he saw before Lute doubted his sanity, and the sight of that flying rainbow monstrosity just exceeded the limit. The virtuoso did a double take as the bear sunk to the ground in defeat, nearly letting go of the trusty steel pipe he had used as a weapon when the… the thing opened its cavernous maw and shot missiles at them. He wasn’t quite as lucky as Aria and got at least three small dolls rapidly hitting his face in a row- ratta ratat rat- before Lute had the sense of mind to start swinging the rod like it was a baseball bat. Pow! Good hit! A white rat plushie squealed all the way home as Lute sent it flying to the side and it was closely followed by the shattered remains of a porcelain doll.

But wait, there’s more! Now there were burning plushies falling from the skies! Mimicking their terrified screams with a less dignified one of his own, Lute skipped away from the area while spewing out expletives as the flaming toys grazed his skin. He was pulled away by Aria as a bunch of sticky hands came towards them, with one even managing to nab the poor virtuoso by- oh, the horror- his pants. “Ugh! Gods above, this is going to be such a pain on laundry day!” He snarled and started hitting- and when that didn’t work, stabbing- the back of the sticky hand with the sharp end of his metal rod. The hand recoiled after nearly getting severed at the wrist, although it wasn’t able to escape before the virtuoso delivered one last stab, which resulted in his weapon getting stuck in what remained of the substance as the other half retreated back to the doll mutant. “Geez, it’s like a bad fantasy-themed nightmare,” He quipped as Moira slammed- oh Gods, was that Trixie in there!?- that weird doll back onstage, the loud crash resounding throughout the tent alongside the sound of Lucien screaming as he ran from the tornado.

“You know, my power’s really useless against this kind of thing so I don’t know why I’m trying to help you!” Lute ran towards the summoner with his feet aching every step of the way. As he did so, he snagged his foot at an exuberant amount of stuffing from the destroyed plushies and- screw it, there weren’t tornadoes in Thaum so the hell if he knew what to do with one- picked up a handful of it all. Although Lute chucking stuffing at the cyclone was a sight to behold, it didn’t seem to have any effect except scaring poor Lucien more, seeing that most of the virtuoso’s lobs ended up in his face rather than at the approaching calamity.

And just then, just when Lucien had pretty much resigned to his fate- death by plushie- the tornado split again, forming yet another considerably large whirling ball of fluff. Instead of charging at the summoner, it flew at Lute instead and bowled him over. However… It didn’t fly off again towards another unsuspecting guilder; the virtuoso had plunged his hands into the voluminous creation like it was a hand warmer and rolled along with it, much to Delilah’s chagrin. Using the orb’s momentum, Lute pulled himself up and- “Wait!”- ran after the ball. It pretty much crashed into the defeated doll and spilt over its gooey tendrils, solving whatever problems they might have with the sticky hands in the future… Maybe.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Posting! My weekend basically has me sleeping all day, guuuh.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

What the fricka frucka I posted I swear ; AAAAA ; uuuugh I have to repeat my post now *sob*

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Posted! Gotta return to school now~

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Big Top – East Stage

Though getting stuck in muck wasn’t the best moment of his life, the virtuoso persisted to think that there was still a bright side to this dilemma. The screaming from the dolls and the arrival of new toys contributed to more noise within the tent, sounds which Delilah was only too happy to use to obliterate the creepy little manikins inching too close for comfort. Both of his companions did their part to free him from the trap, although their efforts were cut by the resurrection of the mangled bear plushie. A quick glance at Trixie showed that it didn’t seem as if the toy had wounded her, though if Lute and Aria didn’t move fast the same won’t be said of them.

For the most part, Lute’s injured arm had started to grow numb so he resorted to using only his capable arm to defend himself from the dolls. They were starting to overwhelm him up to the point that he was starting to lose his balance again. Was it just him or were these things stronger this time around? How could one woman command this extent of power? Could he even hope to fight against such might?

‘You overestimate the lady,’ Delilah’s disapproving hum faded as a loud bolt of noise erupted from the virtuoso’s hand, stunning and destroying the lesser dolls clinging to him whilst the larger ones staggered back. He stepped out of the muck, very much trying to ignore the disgusting sensation of his sticky bare feet absorbing all of the dirt the floor had to offer, and headed after Aria. As he was running towards the illusionist, a fast and small creature intercepted his path; Lute went all “Ahhh!” and attempted to kick it away, but it dodged at the last second and hurtled after the flying guitars. “Oh. It’s an ally, I guess,” Lute muttered. No time to think about it. Aria was facing the bear and although she had skill with daggers and light weaponry, he knew she wouldn’t last as far as she would without her usual deck and her wounds.

Lute picked up a dislodged rod of metal from the floor and charged at the bear, flanking it while it was busy fighting with Aria. With a swift upwards slash, more stuffing poured out of its seams and it even seemed to deflate a tiny bit. Its attention was directed to the virtuoso, however, just as he expected. “Come at me, Mr. Cuddles!” He growled and adopted a defensive stance as it roared back at him. Geez, that black aura sure was intimidating. By the sidelines, Lucien’s imp assisted in keeping plushies off of Aria and he knew it would only be a short time before both were free enough to help him. In the meantime, he just had to keep it busy. Lute threw a feint to the right and when the bear followed with a sideward swipe of its paw, the virtuoso charged and threw himself and his pole against its torn body, and there was the fainted noise of stuffing and who knows what swishing around and resettling.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Yeah, I got really sick yesterday in the middle of our performance. No matter, I'll post later.