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[codexvmbra]

"This is ridiculous!" Maxwell gripes, looming over the star-speckled girl to stare down at the corpse. "We can't even take a train in this blasted place without fearing for our lives?"

Not the first time death has set its hand on your shoulder in the compartment of a train, is it, Mr. Carter?

"That's it. I refuse to spend the rest of this trip looking over my shoulder waiting for a knife in my back. I suggest that the one responsible reveal themself now."

He raises his (perfectly average, perfectly powerless) book threateningly, fixing a cold glare on each of the other gathered guests.

Unsurprisingly, no one steps forward.

Then all hell breaks loose. Accusations fly, worried murmurings spread, weapons are raised and doors are locked. Some self-proclaimed investigator makes the tired-out suggestion that everyone pair up for safety, and before Maxwell can slip out to lock himself far, far away from all of this idiocy, he's paired off with the person closest to him-- the girl.

"...this won't prevent either of us from being murdered, so for your sake, I hope you're sharper than you look."

@codexvmbra

While most of the city had that sharp chill of cold due to the snow and the time of the year it was, it never seemed to be the same level of cold she was used to. So when she heard of an area even colder than the city, Mira felt the need to visit it, to feel even some semblance of normality, if she ever had such a thing.

That was what had her visiting the Twilight Tundra, albeit, she still isn't sure how it went from visiting the area to being on a train that went around the whole branch but that comes with exploring didn't it.

The size of the train car did have her feeling slight unease, reminding her a bit too much of the room she was stuck in on Adam ship. But, she doesn't get to think back to it too much until there's panicked screaming coming from the other side of the train car, people going on about a body on the floor and a murderer amongst everyone.

Like the others, it draws Mira over, to try and glance at the victim laying on the floor, an un-phased expression on her face when she catches sight as she blinks. While it is the first time she's seeing it personally, such a sight was common in the memories she'd see from various souls.

[allswell]

Oh, she actually left. Cecil stares, then laughs.

❛ She's so strange. ❜

❛ ...next time, I should ask her to show me what's inside～ ❜

"Very well."

And so, she turns around and leaves.

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 Once she accepts, he takes the hand and stops touching her shoulder, having enough skin contact to maintain conversation as needed.

"That's very prudent of you," he praises gently. Whether or not the girl realized it herself, she had a childish, innocent quality to her. For those types it was best to be soft and patient.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm taking us to the roof for a better view."

"So that means you need to fly with me."

It would be more levitating her with his telekinesis than actual flight since only one of them had wings, but the analogy was close enough. Aurelius debates a second more before opting to fly without his wings visible—who knows whether he'd alarm her?

Still, the sound of flapping feathers surround them both as he quickly takes off into the air and lands on the aforementioned roof a few seconds later, girl in tow.

Above them, the skies are blooming in colorful sparks.

"Mm, I wasn't sure how you where causing the silence, so I didn't want to assume anything."

Mira softly stats before looking towards his outstretched hand. Ah, had he notice her tense? No doubt he had, there was very little she was good at hiding, especially when it came to sensations she didn't understand.

Mira lifts up her hand for him to take, curious why he'd need her hand to do this, traveling he mentioned, but trusting him nevertheless.

[allswell]

❛ Yes. You can't play with me yet. ❜

❛ A butterfly should not fly in a briar of thorns. We would only rip your wings apart, no? ❜

Confusion, that's all she feels, because she's trying to figure out how to help and now it sounds like he doesn't wish it.

"..I am wrong to try and help your problem..? Then, should I leave you be?

[allswell]

❛ You speak every inch like royalty, no? ❜

❛ So very clear in your speech, opinions, mannerisms...and at the end of the day, so very wrong. Mademoiselle, you would fit in well with those aristocrats. ❜

"Cruel? ...Not my intentions, I am trying to figure out why this isn't happening for you so it can be fixed, but seems I cannot do so."

"Princess?"

[allswell]

❛ ...I am not. ❜ Ouch, he's a little hurt!

❛ For a princesse, you say such cruel things. ❜

"Fashion..?" Did fashion affect that?

"...Are you saying your clothing is stopping you from getting kisses now?"

[allswell]

A dramatic sigh.

❛ The tastes—they change like the fashions. ❜

❛ You do not see many dressed like me, but it doesn't make the clothes any less beautiful, no? ❜

"Truly? Is that so?"

"...Then if that is the truth, does that mean you are not since it isn't happening?"

[allswell]

❛ Non! It's very normal. ❜

❛ If you're charming enough. ❜

❛ All these new people... ❜

❛ ...and yet not one of them's offered to kiss me. C'est tellement tragique. ❜ It's so tragic.