Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-24416658-20160918165130

The crowd's loud noises annoyed him, and he pushed gently through them to get into the train as soon as possible. Nikolai T. Galbenis, the half-famed inventor, went straight to his carriage, not pausing for anything and carrying simply a suitcase with materials and his cane. He moved his way immediately towards the fancy sponsors car, finally exhaling once he arrived.

This train was, quite possibly, his greatest collaborative achievement. Since he did not necessarily have the money to fund something of this caliber, he instead sponsored it with his mind and technology. His construction-oriented mechs assisted in the building of the great railway, assisted by his unmanned watercraft. Some of his designs for dust usage and electricity went into the blueprints of the train itself, and others into the tracks. Yes, though he had barely contributed a single lien, his heart and soul had gone into the machine currently under his feet.

As he was in the sponsors car, however, he quickly noted that he was not alone. In his excitement to evacuate the outside for the in, he had not realized that there was another person here, one younger than he, but clearly not by much.

"Ah, guten morgen!" Nikolai said, setting his suitcase on a seat and holding his walking stick by the head, tip on the ground, "I did not see you there, sorry. My name is Nikolai T. Galbenis, and you are?" He walked on over to the boy, right hand outstretched, and couldn't help but notice the weapon at his side. Nikolai was no stranger to violence, but if someone else brought their weapon along then who knows what could potentially occur today....

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A tall young man, head upright and back straight, moved through the crowds, his ears seemingly drowning out the cheers and roars of the spectators. His hat was slightly tilted on his head, and his hands were clasped behind him, his weapon sheathed on his back. Some onlookers that were previously cheering saw him and went silent, seeing his very serious demeanour. He did not look side to side, instead going straight to the raffle winners' car and closing the door behind him.

Immediately, he burst into laughter, his aura having flared and his eyes glowing.

"Hoo boy, we scared 'em good, didn't we?" Tanner Arthen said, hunched over and holding his stomach laughing.

Yes indeed, Cowboy, The Knight said, innately smirking, I must admit thee, thine antics be not too queer for myself to partake not.

"You're a hoot, Knight," Tanner chuckled, unsheathing his sword and switching it to repeater mode, "I hope ya know that." His western accent shone true, as he lay his weapon over his right shoulder, holding it by the stock. Hearing music, he saw that there was currently another person in the car, and so he walked on over, his boots sounding hard against the floor.

"Howdy, miss," he said, putting his foot up on a chair and laying his knee on it, "Guess yer one of the lucky ones too? Name's Tanner. Tanner Arthen. What's yer name?"