Post by eilian [Zies] on Jan 22, 2019 1:14:30 GMT -5
The man was hysterical, running across the crushed grass path screaming his head off. He was begging, pleading, screaming for attention, for help. He grabbed the rugged tunics of some villagers, his charcoal-stained gloves rubbing onto fresh linens of the victims he shook. The villagers had begun fleeing before he could get close. He was a maniac.
”Someone stole it!! Please!! Someone, anyone, just listen!!”
the man had greying whiskers along his upper lip which matched his dusted hair. Time had been kind enough to still let him have soft, yet masculine features in his older age, but that could not be said for his stamina, as pretty soon he was gasping and wheezing the words. He unbuttoned the top of his black uniform. Sweat staining the shirt from immense heat not known in the Forest Realm town is Whittleton. Gold accents insinuate this man had a high, possibly prestigious job. He definitely stood out from the lumberjacks and berry pickers of the village. Some guards nearby chuckled to each other as they approached the old man.
one of them, dressed in a green tunic, and bearing a green, flat-topped hat, approached the man. He placed his hand on the man's shoulders and spoke calmly,
”Sir, you are going to—“
the guard didn't get a chance to finish when the man placed both of his hands on the guard and shouted,
”Someone has stolen it!!! Please!!!”
The old man had tears welling in his eyes, whatever it was that had gone missing must have been very important. But the guard did not treat this case as such. Instead, he stood up straight and pushed the old man away. He brushed the charcoal stains on his tunic with his leather gloves, but that only smeared it downwards. The guard gave an unimpressed look to the old man, and with a huff, and a grunt said: “You're being disgraceful to the high guards, you lowly—“
the second guard had reached his companion before he could utter a disgraceful word. The second guard, who dismisses his companion, can tell that this man was an Engineer, a Train Smith who worked with the machines that ride on the Spirit Tracks across their kingdom. His companion was too new and had probably never seen a second generation Engineer’s Uniform before. The guard told the man to speak calmly and reminded the engineer that he was listening.
”it was stolen, you have to help me, please, my livelihood depends on it,”
”tell me what was stolen? Please,”
”My Train!!”
The iron wheels of the mechanical machine screeched as pressure forced them to stay still. Out in the middle of the forest, Edin had stopped a large mechanical monstrosity from plowing off these tracks that it was attached to by, after spending almost 2 hours trying every switch, lever, and handle, finding the brakes. His heart was thumping wildly in his ears, even his own thoughts were impossible to hear his thoughts. His face was soaked with cold sweat and so was his bright red, sleeveless tunic. He brushed aside his long bangs so he could evaluate what had just transpired...
The machine... he just wanted to see it closer. The majesty of other races' technological advances are fascinating, and he wanted to jot some notes about this strange machine that the people referred to as a "train". But when he stepped aboard and pulled out his notes, the machine began to jerk, and pull away from the station. Edin had jumped to the controls without thinking, trying to figure out how to stop the thing from chugging along slowly, and in the process had somehow made it go faster. He recalled moving a lever forward, and pulling it back to its original position had done nothing.
He was fortunate that his bodyguard, a droid he had finished construction on, and his Guardian Scout, Circuit, had boarded the train as well. It would have been quite scary to be out in the middle of this dark forest without knowing anyone was near. The two droids were in the passenger car, two cars behind the engine, with a coal cart between them. Steam pooled out of the engine into the forest, creating this slightly magical, yet eerie fog. It was slowly dissipating.
Edin slumped against the ground of the Engine Car. He needed time to think and straighten his thoughts... He already had the machine now, so it would be easier to research it and learn its secrets. But his thoughts were impossible to follow. Writing anything down now would just result in jibberish and illegible notes. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the sound of the birds in the forest, and the exhaling of the engine's steam calm his thoughts.
”Someone stole it!! Please!! Someone, anyone, just listen!!”
the man had greying whiskers along his upper lip which matched his dusted hair. Time had been kind enough to still let him have soft, yet masculine features in his older age, but that could not be said for his stamina, as pretty soon he was gasping and wheezing the words. He unbuttoned the top of his black uniform. Sweat staining the shirt from immense heat not known in the Forest Realm town is Whittleton. Gold accents insinuate this man had a high, possibly prestigious job. He definitely stood out from the lumberjacks and berry pickers of the village. Some guards nearby chuckled to each other as they approached the old man.
one of them, dressed in a green tunic, and bearing a green, flat-topped hat, approached the man. He placed his hand on the man's shoulders and spoke calmly,
”Sir, you are going to—“
the guard didn't get a chance to finish when the man placed both of his hands on the guard and shouted,
”Someone has stolen it!!! Please!!!”
The old man had tears welling in his eyes, whatever it was that had gone missing must have been very important. But the guard did not treat this case as such. Instead, he stood up straight and pushed the old man away. He brushed the charcoal stains on his tunic with his leather gloves, but that only smeared it downwards. The guard gave an unimpressed look to the old man, and with a huff, and a grunt said: “You're being disgraceful to the high guards, you lowly—“
the second guard had reached his companion before he could utter a disgraceful word. The second guard, who dismisses his companion, can tell that this man was an Engineer, a Train Smith who worked with the machines that ride on the Spirit Tracks across their kingdom. His companion was too new and had probably never seen a second generation Engineer’s Uniform before. The guard told the man to speak calmly and reminded the engineer that he was listening.
”it was stolen, you have to help me, please, my livelihood depends on it,”
”tell me what was stolen? Please,”
”My Train!!”
The iron wheels of the mechanical machine screeched as pressure forced them to stay still. Out in the middle of the forest, Edin had stopped a large mechanical monstrosity from plowing off these tracks that it was attached to by, after spending almost 2 hours trying every switch, lever, and handle, finding the brakes. His heart was thumping wildly in his ears, even his own thoughts were impossible to hear his thoughts. His face was soaked with cold sweat and so was his bright red, sleeveless tunic. He brushed aside his long bangs so he could evaluate what had just transpired...
The machine... he just wanted to see it closer. The majesty of other races' technological advances are fascinating, and he wanted to jot some notes about this strange machine that the people referred to as a "train". But when he stepped aboard and pulled out his notes, the machine began to jerk, and pull away from the station. Edin had jumped to the controls without thinking, trying to figure out how to stop the thing from chugging along slowly, and in the process had somehow made it go faster. He recalled moving a lever forward, and pulling it back to its original position had done nothing.
He was fortunate that his bodyguard, a droid he had finished construction on, and his Guardian Scout, Circuit, had boarded the train as well. It would have been quite scary to be out in the middle of this dark forest without knowing anyone was near. The two droids were in the passenger car, two cars behind the engine, with a coal cart between them. Steam pooled out of the engine into the forest, creating this slightly magical, yet eerie fog. It was slowly dissipating.
Edin slumped against the ground of the Engine Car. He needed time to think and straighten his thoughts... He already had the machine now, so it would be easier to research it and learn its secrets. But his thoughts were impossible to follow. Writing anything down now would just result in jibberish and illegible notes. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the sound of the birds in the forest, and the exhaling of the engine's steam calm his thoughts.