Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-24617443-20160918141202

Music resounded, people cheered endlessly, and the sound of cameras and the press newscasting this historical event for the world to see. It was the unveiling and maiden voyage of mankind's greatest creation, built upon the blood. sweat, and tears of thousands of workers and worth millions upon millions of lien to produce: TransOceanic Locomotive.

A finely crafted train created to handle subsonic speeds guided by dust rails over the ocean connecting Vale to Atlas and able to reach its destination in all but one day. Humanity's greatest feat...

But boy was it a headache to build, and Akiba was there during its creation, along with his family and thousands of others.

The first born of the Tanegashima family felt a tear flow down his cheek upon seeing the locomotive, now primed and ready to launch, as he and many other sponsors, VIPs, and raffle winners, line up in front of its sliding doors. The young mute felt all of the hard work flow away as the doors slid open properly followed with a ding and a pre-recorded voice greeting its first passengers, who all entered the train as the press and the bystanders go wild behind them. Inside the locomotive's second coach which was reserved for the Sponsors who either worked on or funded the creation of the train. Akiba and his family were one of the many who both worked and funded it all throughout its creation, with him specifically helping with the doors and some of the eletronics up front.

the mute felt proud of being part of such an important project like this, and so he exhaled all of his pent-up anxiety and simply layed his back on the smooth leather reclining chair. As he tried to rest easy, Akiba couldn't help but feel worried, and he can't blame it. Its been very quiet as of late, with less and less reports on the WF and other sorts of crimes other than the usuals, which got the boy wondering if they're planning on doing something to this train. The thought of an attack here by the WF isn't too farfetched, in fact it would be the perfect opportunity to strike, and that's why Akiba can't fully relaxed.

Akiba takes his weapon and lets it lay on the wall beside him. If someone is planning on attacking this train, he will be prepared for it. After all, this project is more than just a way for people to get from one place to another. It is proof of mankind's innovation and ingenuity, the pay-off of so many who gave everything to finish this train, and he won't let the hard work go to waste.

Artoria instantly slumped down onto the closest open chair she could find, which was two rows after the left door of the third coach reserved for the raffle winners, letting out a huge sigh as she takes a look outside. People were cheering, cameras flashing non-stop, news reporters all trying to report what's happening as fast as they could. It was just utter chaos.

"All this commotion for a train?", Arty sighed exasperadetly, unaware of the many hardships there were in making the train.

The charred-skinned, music-making first year of Haven Academy finally relaxed after hours of having to keep up her tough-girl farce, which was tough when there's like a hundred people around the station. She never liked being around people, let alone hundreds of them. It was really stressful, and her mind couldn't stop making hundreds of senarios of her messing up and making a fool out of herself.

Taking out her scroll, she picks out one of the instrumental songs she made and simply kicked back and relaxed and listen to music. But she quickly got restless of it and instead started trying to mix-match songs using Avalonia.

"I swear that was him.", a poncho-clad, wide-brimmed hat wearing swordswoman whispered to herself, as she absent-mindedly sat on a chair three rows back from the right entrance of the third coach. Hayate simply sat staring blankly towards the ground, trying to remember the person that she saw earlier was her rival. The girl hailing from Haven removed her hat, revealing her messy teal-colored hair before slowly calming herself down and taking a glance outside the window where the crowd is at then all around the cabin.

The place is quite snazzy with the interior sporting that modern-ish victorian-style kinda like in Beacon, but more on the modern. There's also a setting board at the left side of her chair which controlled the air-conditioning above her seat which is a plus on "catering to its passengers", which someone explained earlier before they were let in.

Now returning to her thoughts, she tries to remember the moment when she glanced at a red-scarfed person at the coach for the sponsors and it did look like Akiba. But she was quickly taken out of her thoughts when an voiced called out from speakers lining the top of the train's roof.

"Welcome to the maiden voyage of the TransOceanic Locomotive! I will be your pilot for today, Mr.-"

"Oh its just an announcement.", said Hayate blankly to herself before deciding to meditate. Setting her weapon to lay on the wall beside her feet, the quiet swordswoman slowed her breathing and cleared her mind.