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[Mr.Malory]

The air seemed to become full at that point, as if it was being crushed by something gigantic. Glowing luminous green lights seemed to grow through the fog, yet there was no sign of anything to be casting the lights upon the skies. However, a few seconds later a train seemed to emerge from the clouds, which to a normal persons eyes, would be considered weird, stupid or a hallucination.

However the train itself was not a specter, nor a hallucination. It was actually ‘Enfer’s train’ the train to the under world. Unknowingly the train would often slip through the skies for hours, transporting ‘them’ to the places that some would never even imagine. Some more gruesome than others, but who were ‘they’? Well, many were actually different, ranging in size and looks just like another human. Many were demons or some form of ‘monster’ .Inside the train, a small carriage was being pulled up and down, rolling side to side as the train rocked from being hit by lighting. Quite a display if I must say so myself, the lightning would travel down the sides and then seem to relight the carriage in bright colours.

One of the many passengers took up two of the seats, a hat covering most of his face. Therefore not being able to see his facial features. He wore a long, coat that looked like it was ancient, a dark brown in colour. A lot like many would imagine Sherlock Holmes to wear. The character also wore very old messed up looking trousers, dark blue in colour. He sifted in his space for a few seconds, only to lift his hat up to see what a loud bang was. Only revealing it to be the small carriage to have tipped over some obese demons lap, and he was now arguing with the ‘driver’ of the carriage about keeping all the food as ‘compensation’.

Coughing, Mort as this particular figure was called lifted his legs to rest them on the seats opposite him, still watching as the demon seemed to kick up more of a fuss than what was needed. Flicking out the top of his lighter as he also lifted a cigarette out of his pocket, lifting it to his mouth, and then taking a puff of it.
Two other figures sat on the seats across from him, looking quite ‘posh’ in consideration to most of the demons on the train at the moment, whispering under their breaths they seemed to have a conversation at how they could guess where everyone was going, pointing over to Mort in slight disgust the female whispered to the male figure “I bet he’s going to Helcon…” The muttering however was heard by Mort, and in slight interest he looked over towards them, taking another puff of his cigarette before sighing “I don’t even know where I’m going… so how can you?” His voice seemed to be only heard to himself, yet he had said it to the other two. The train came to an almost sudden halt as half of the passengers were close to flying forwards down the small corridors, flinging open it’s doors to let new passengers in and old ones out.

[Miss F. Atigue]

Oo-er. Get the fat monster. This was working for Deedee, she used the distraction to board the train through the fog, slipping in quietly through a door with a ruffle of her feathers. A blink and they were gone, her talons retracting into her fingers elegantly, feathers ruffling before folding in upon them selves, gnarled features smoothing out into the delicate face of a younger woman. Deedee wasn’t your normal girl how ever, which should have been noticeable by now. But, guised up as a girl no older then seventeen with harsh yellow eyes she could have been your standard demon wannabe that plagued the streets these days. Grabbing a glow stick from the wall she started towards the commotion, black hair whipping behind her like a trailing cape, which it had been… “Shut up, tubby, your holding up my ride.” She cooed, pulling up to the large monster and the driver, looking to every one the picture of a concerned passenger. The only thing out of place was a slight bead of water trailing down an unblemished arm, the only reminder that she’d been out in rain moments before. She wasn’t even supposed to go near the underworld, not for a while any way… Don’t ask.

Then she had swooped away with the same characteristics of a vulture, eyes searching the different compartments for a place to sit. There. Poor Mort. “Shift over, eh?” She cawed, managing to control her tones from sounding too bird like, instead she simply sounded agitated. Casting a look at the posh seeming folk she gave them a predatory smile and- with out waiting to see if the detective had even moved- she sat down with a soft thump, not caring if she hit cushion or lap. Hey, he looked alright… Maybe she would have preferred his lap. Ah, well. Bending down, she went to tie up her boots, the old army variety with lots of lacing and heavy material. She wasn’t keeping a check on her top, which definitely wasn’t army variety and quite loose, the couple probably got a good look at her voluminous cleavage. Lucky arse holes.

Rising back up she realised the error and simply looked up at them with raised eye brows. “You betta ‘ave enjoyed that, ‘cause it ain’t ‘appenin’ again.” With that she slumped back, stretching out her legs and crossing her arms. She looked like trailer trash, but every one liked a good-looking bird- right? And she was a bird, literally.

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[Mr.Malory]

Mort had looked back up in the meantime, watching as the small glowsticks would flicker as people walked past, Now a ‘yarnis’ had twisted itself around the train, peering inside. Though the people inside didn’t go silent, most were still fussing about the big lump of a demon over in the corner, still having a fight with the ‘attendant’. Though few people had gone back to reading, listening to music and such. Mort was looking out the window at this point, watching as the Yarnis seemed to check the carriage for somebody, or maybe something, its antenna waving about a bit as it turned its gigantic head. This particular Yarnis wore some bandages around its head, protecting it’s eyes from the outside world, it, however was blind. But still had an amazing talent of finding what it wanted, a lot like a shark to blood. Mort however could not be said the same, he wasn’t too good at solving his cases. Not at the moment, he seemed to be having a hell of a lot of bad luck, when it came to his cases and his own life.

Coughing he looked around again, now away from the yarnis’ so he wouldn’t get any more distracted. Watching as new passengers carted glowsticks around with them simply, making their ways to their own carriages. Looking over, he realized that someone had been standing in his carriages doorway for quite a while now, He sighed before shifting slightly like she had said, but not much, possibly moving a few centimeters and then looking back towards her again, watching as she sat down, almost on his lap. He had actually gawped as she bent over to tie up her shoe laces, before stopping himself and deciding to look back towards the Yarnis again, yet still listening to her telling the couple across from them. He sighed looking back towards her again, after all, what was better to look at? The Yarnis or her?

[Miss F. Atigue]

He better well choose her. What an insult! What would he rather look at…? Pfft. If he didn’t want to see some nice cleavage then there was something wrong going on in his head, or he was gay. Geez, even the posh guy had taken part in the little bit of fun. He certainly looked a bit happier then before, but the woman looked like she wanted to rip of poor Deedee’s head and eat it. Ooh. That would be quite interesting to see, actually. Raising a perfectly plucked eye brow at the man sitting opposite, she brought her slender legs up onto the seat instead, moving to sit side ways, allowing them to lean upwards onto the side of the carriage. Luckily for them she was wearing cargo pants tucked into the boots, so she wasn’t about to flash a bit of leg as well. Having no where else to put her head, unless she remained sitting up which would be awkward, she placed her head onto Mort’s lap. Hah, hah, try and get out of that one. Looking up with those same, cruel eyes she smiled at him, managing to actually pass it as something friendly. “Y’ don’t mind, d’ya hun?” She’d phrased the question well, making herself seem to be normal and friendly so that if he said that he did mind he’d sound rude and offensive. She knew how to do that, Deedee was clever for her kind.

That done her eyes wandered back to the monster making the commotion, a disgruntled look on her face. Christ, just throw tubby over board and get moving, why don’t you? It was then that she saw the Yarnis and her whole body tensed visibly, eye fixed upon the blind creature with a fear that couldn’t be described. She hated those dragon-like creatures with a vengeance indescribable, but she weak when it came to fighting and had never exacted out her revenge. Tearing her eyes away she moved them to look at her boots, resting on the compartments wall, as though checking them for dirt. She was, in fact, trying to stop her instinct. It was screaming at her to scream, cry out in terror and anger, and transform back into the twisted form she usually owned. She couldn’t do that on the train, not now, any way. To occupy herself she tugged her vest top edge up higher to further protect herself, not really caring if people saw her do it, and looked back up at poor Mort.

[Mr.Malory]

Mort in the meantime had resorted to finishing his Cigarette, taking a puff of it then holding it between his fingers simply like many other smokers would do, he looked back towards her, watching as she seemed to shift uncomfortably, and yet Mort had been sat in this chair for hours and hadn’t shifted at all. He had then resorted to looking back out of the window in boredom, until she rested his head on his lap, out of surprise he nearly jumped a mile. “Err No, not really…” He said in simple reply looking out of the window again, in a moody sort of manner, watching as the Yarnis twisted its body around the train again, still looking in the window simply. He took a puff of his Cigarette before looking back towards the rich couple again. Getting a bit annoyed at the continuous staring he pushed the small carriage door closed, shifting a bit as he did so, hoping in a way that she would sit back up. His stop wasn’t even near yet… Miles away.

Looking back towards the Yarnis he looked back towards Deedee again, wondering why she was suddenly tense. After all, yarnis were always here, it wasn’t all that odd. Maybe she was afraid of them? He coughed from not blowing out the smoke that resided in his mouth, from the cigarette. He didn’t mind yarnis, that much, the creatures he hated were Meroas, those really annoying almost insect like spirits which could latch onto you and suck out dear life. After a short daydream he looked back down to Deedee again, lost for what he could possibly say, wondering if she would move.

[Miss F. Atigue]

The smoke he blew out after his puff didn’t exactly circulate well in the eerie glow of the carriage, hanging around Deedee and Mort. Oh, crud. Deedee had been struggling after quitting smoking a few weeks ago; this was just like some kind of torture. Inhaling the smoke there was a temptation to smoke again. Git. With her head on his lap it didn’t improve the circumstances, the smoke had a habit of falling down onto her face as he breathed out, her eyes blinking away the particles but refusing to water in that characteristic human way. She wasn’t really able to cry, it was beyond her system and her personality. Finally she found herself timing her breathing so that she could take in a good lung full of the second hand smoke when he exhaled. Aw, hell. Why didn’t she just take a cigarette and get it over with? This was getting stupid. She was, if he hadn’t noticed, unaffected by the silence on his part- she seemed to actually bask in the silence. She’d grown used to it over the years, so it couldn’t be expected that she would find it perfectly reasonable. Her hand snaked towards where his packet of cigarettes was, carefully extracting one and taking his lighter. Yes, with the same hand, she was very talented, actually. That done she placed it into her mouth and lit it before returning the lighter with a smile of thanks. If he had even noticed, he might not have while he was staring out at the Yarnis. Good luck chatting that thing up, love.

Well, now she was spoken, that was two months hard work down the drain. Thank you. Not.

“I’m not meant to be smokin’. Only bloody quit dinnae?” It was hard to pin down her accent, was she Scottish, from Liverpool or simply lazy? But then again a lot of demons had odd accents; it’s what you got when you spent a lot of time around fire and corruption. She hoped, any way. She didn’t want to be wandering round with a funny accent when no-one else was, but she was certain it wasn’t just her- she’d seen some one else with one the other day. And no, she wasn’t going to move from where she was, thank you very much.

[Mr.Malory]

He watched the smoke seem to dance around in the air, his dark coloured eyes studying it simply, it seemed to wriggle about for a moment and then disappear slowly, the disappearance of the smoke seemed to have just darkened Mort’s spirits. After all there was nothing there to keep them up. The Yarnis had now retired to scanning another carriage simply, it’s body moving slowly past the carriage, in a slight drawled way. Mort watched the door slide open a bit as the train came to yet another Halt. The halt however was not a stop, yet someone was boarding, Outside Mort’s carriage, the fat demon was being chucked out of the train brutally, yet, as there were no floors. The demon just fell, right down to the earth in a sort of toppling way, just like you would expect a Bowling ball too.
Yet, the fat demon wasn’t the reason for the stop, someone had actually got on. Bodyguards closed in around the character to make sure no one pounced on him as such, ‘Kal’ as he was called, slowly monitored the carriages, moving slowly towards his own. Kal himself didn’t look posh, but hell was he rich. He actually owned one of the most popular clubs in Helcon. Yawning, he chose a carriage, the bodyguards letting him in first, only to close in again, miraculously all of them managed to fit in the one carriage.

Mort had looked back towards Deedee in time to see her taking one of the many cigarette’s out of his packet and then swipe his lighter too. He had just let this go past him, after all. They were only going to kill him anyway. He shuffled over a bit, so he was more comfortable before returning his gaze to Deedee “Oh, awfully sorry ma’am” he said simply as the train started again, jutting of in it’s usual manner, he looked out of the window for a second to see what was happening on the other carriage, of which the yarnis had decided to look into. That was before he looked back to Deedee again “So have a name?” he said almost simply yet it seemed odd coming from him. He did need to make conversation though. If not it then he would have to sit in the awkward silence that they had been sitting in since she entered the carriage. Oh so she wasn’t moving then? Fine.

[Miss F. Atigue]

Deedee watched simply as Kal and his entourage waltzed on board, taking in the fact that the train seemed to suddenly feel much lighter. She assumed this was something to do with the screaming she’d heard before the carriage had rocked- Must have been tubby going over board. She smiled to herself, served him right the fat prat, he’d been looking to fall the several hundred feet down to earth that she’d had to soar up to catch the train. If it could be called ‘catching’ the train, it was more like waiting and boarding, she’d had to follow the damn thing for more then a few miles until it had stopped- All the while remaining close enough to board quickly but far enough away so that she didn’t attract the attention of the Yarnis. They spoilt all the fun; she could have just landed on a carriage roof and rode from there if they hadn’t been around. But they had and now she had to watch what she did in case she got thrown off. Kal and his crew shut the door and- marvelling at the fact they had all fit into what looked like a normal sized carriage- she looked away, twisting her head to try and see out the window to no avail. It was too far behind her. Oh, well. She was sure that if something suddenly burst through the window to eat her some one would scream, or she’d hear. She felt, suddenly, like taking a nap. She’d been out flying for a while and when she got off the train she’d have to do yet more hard work. Decisions, decisions. Yawning slightly, she blinked a few times, as though disinterested in her surroundings and completely capable of simple nodding off right away. She wouldn’t, though; she had too much adrenalin pumping.

“Ugh. Don’t call me ‘ma’am’, darlin’- Bad memories.” Memories she would much rather forget. But, then again, you could never really forget the memories you didn’t enjoy. Maybe he didn’t like being called a variety of names that should be affectionate either, but she wasn’t paying attention to that, only to what she was thinking about. Taking another puff of the cigarette, she looked up at Mort- the only way she could look at him, with her head on his lap. She couldn’t necessarily look down with out looking complete obscene, now, could she? And she didn’t want to talk to his chest, even if it might be the best chest a man could have, because she’d look… Weird. Well, weirder then she had when she’d displayed a bit too much cleavage, any way. “Name’s Deedee. What’s yours ‘andsome?” Aw. Flattery was so cute.

[Mr.Malory]

Kal sat on his carriage on the train before swinging the door shut, lifting his legs up to swing one over the other in a comfy manner. Tilting his hat around upon his own head, dark eyes searching the carriage, within a click of his fingers the ‘bodyguards’ were gone. Probably because they were the most convenient type you could get… The type that when you wanted to be alone, they would go, well not entirely. He had managed to recruit the demons in ‘Sinne-Idle’ quite a few of the weirdest things lived in that alley and the apartments near. Closing his eyes for a few seconds he yawned taking his coat of to reveal a suit underneath, Opening his eyes again he turned back towards the empty space before muttering to himself “I really need some friends…” This however wasn’t in a moaning or sympathetic tone. It was in a sort of bored tone, one that couldn’t be heard from Kal very often, especially since he knew hundreds, possibly thousands of people thanks to the club and the few properties and companies he owned.

Mort shifted a bit to look down at Deedee, which would be quite odd if Deedee wasn’t actually there. “Oh ok, sorry ma’am…” Darn, he had done it again, most of the time he couldn’t help it probably due to his normal accent or way of speaking. “Sorry again..” he said before yawning and then taking the last puff of his cigarette before returning to looking towards her again “Nice to meet cha Deedee!” he said simply yet somewhat enthusiastically “Me name’s Mort, Or Mortimer, but…” he said simply before yawning “That don’t matter…” he looked around the carriage again, quite wondering what he could possibly talk about. He hated the awkward silences, it made him feel somewhat… Uncomfortable.

[Miss F. Atigue]

“Yes it does!” Deedee squawked, immediately sitting up from where she’d been resting on Mort’s lap, swinging her legs round so that she was knelt with the tucked underneath her, the cigarette being stubbed out on the skin of the back of her hand, which sizzled violently and bubbled where the heat contacted it. With drawing it from contact with her skin there was a large burnt mark there, where the skin had been fried away and the muscle had been blackened by the soot. Two seconds later and it stitched itself back together with the same motions a needle would do, it was drawn together at three points and then started to ‘knit’ itself together, being drawn up like two pieces of fabric. It stayed like that for a few more seconds before it smoothed out suddenly and was left to be as unflawed as it had been before. Of course, while this was going on Deedee wasn’t staying still while it fixed itself, she had kept so long enough to put out the cigarette and then flick it away. After that she grabbed at the sleeve of Mort’s coat, her fingernails probably being felt through the fabric, looking perfectly manicured and looked after. “Unless y’want me t’ call y’ ‘hun’ or the rest of our trip?” She smiled, the yellow of her eyes glinting in the glow from the glow sticks.

Letting go of his arm and letting her hands rest on her knees in a school girl fashion- just managing to do so with out crushing her chest- she grinned, calming down from the hyper-active excitement of moments before. “What was tha’ guy doin’ in tha’ carriage, then?” Of course, she meant Kal. Maybe the question would make it obvious how little time she spelt in Helcon- she hadn’t been back for more then a few hundred years at least- and Mort would take pity on poor little her, giving her a guided tour and all that when they got there. If she got there. You could never tell what security they had these days, she might need to start a small riot just to get into the damn place. But if she did, she’d be ready to put up a fight.

[Mr.Malory]

“It does?” he said simply shifting on the seat a bit as she moved her legs, so that they were tucked under her. He looked back towards her again before smiling “I wouldn’t mind y’know. Mort, Hun same thing really…” Gah, now he was talking shit, absolute shit indeed. Probably due to the lack of talking at the point anyway, maybe the talking would lighten up? Then it would be more interesting. Yay. Mort had actually watched her as she stubbed out the Cigarette on the back of her hand. Ouch? Surely to god that hurt. Though Helcon wasn’t exactly the most normal place in the world, so it made a hell of a lot of sense to him, yet he was still amazed, probably because he wasn’t all /that/ special. When she pulled his coat, her fingernails were indeed felt, wincing slightly as she did so, unfortunately no healing factor for him. Shame. His eyes didn’t seem to glow in the glow of the glow sticks, quite odd really, as no light seemed to reflect from them. None at all.

“Oh him? He’s kal, Owns some of the most popular clubs in helcon…” he said simply looking back towards her again smiling. Dark eyes hovering around the carriage of which was slowly getting darker due to the glow sticks slowly dying out. Oh what was it with Deedee? She seemed to not know much at all about Helcon, of course Mort couldn’t say all that much, as he didn’t either. But he knew a hell of a lot more than her, as it seemed. Slowly one of the glow sticks dyed out, the other one, dying out fast, maybe a couple of seconds. Suddenly, it was dark.