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((No accusations yet))

An interesting new adventure; that was how Faint saw this trip to be. At least, before the attack. He'd been sitting calmly in his rich, clean clothes, arm resting at the top of the cushioned seat. He'd been eying an adorable girl who was obviously shy, and enjoying the moment. There was little else more pleasing than seeing a girl who didn't let a little attention hit her right in the ego. Then the lights went out and they were left with this awful situation.

He scratched his ginger sideburns with a sharp dark nail, his tail twitching in thought. So many accusations were flying around that he wasn't even sure he was entirely understanding half of the reasoning. He did have to admit that there was some sense in the accusation of the staff. "I have to agree. The staff are the most knowledgeable about how this train works. They'd know how to get in and out quickly." He hummed in thought. "And the attendant's outfit seemed strange."

((Belladonna does not accuse anyone.))

The possibility of a train ride had seemed fun, at first. But then the smoke from waiting on the platform had made her hair frizz and she couldn't even get a room to herself. What did lots of pumpkin seeds pay for now days?! With an agitated sigh every so often, Belladonna had been content to huddle herself against the window, annoyed with the fact that Binx's carrier case had been stuffed with her luggage and not allowed with her. The idea of soon being at Amityville was starting to lift her spirits, but that came crashing down when she discovered a bone on her plate. Just the idea of a poor skeleton being tossed to pieces made her feel sick to her stomach and when everyone started accusing people, she just got mad.

"Who is that attendant to pass the blame so nonchalantly?" She said quite loudly, jumping up in her seat to be better heard. "And you!" She shouted at Ahikiko, "Accusing people because of their gender? That's awful!" After a moment she pointed to Kashiyoru, softening her voice to a more normal and acceptable level. "You got a good look at the bone, didn't you? If anyone else got a decent look, please tell us what you saw! If we can figure out what damage was done, we can figure out who attacked!"

Hopefully the others were willing to participate, but everyone seemed very on edge, as they well should be with the threat of danger on board.

(( Haku refrains from voting for now, needs to learn more about the other people with him~ ))

Purposefully the small inugami had settled himself at the back of the cart to avoid being seen - he was a short specimen, Haku, and a boy that liked as much privacy as possible while on the public transport. And surely nobody wished to be by the doors that seemed as if they were malicious enough to swallow patrons whole and leave them scrambling either in the open air or hanging on for dear life as the train impassively moved on. Well, so he thought. So far it was somewhat working.

Haku's head had been bent intently towards a book of law, and not even the scent of food pulled him from it; just a glance, then a double glance at the hostess barely as she (he . . . it . . .?) passed by. Aaaand then back to the book it was. Three quarters of the page he didn't understand the least bit about, but he enjoyed the sense of intelligence he got for just playing out the action. This was the stuff a true business man would know - not intimately for the court per se, but even bandying about a few legal terms would make the dullest of Halloween denizens bob their head and agree; and sometimes that was nice, particularly if a client stank to the twilit moon.

Not that Haku had had the chance to really start doing business with anyone yet, but still: preparation was never a sin, not even over-preparation.

As such, he grew restless when the lights went out, squinting in the darkness to find the words he still couldn't decipher. The loud clatter of course made him perk up in surprise, though not nearly as much as when the newly severed carpals and metacarpals of a finger flung themselves into the crease of the book. The young inugami stared at it as the lights flickered on, an ear turning to follow the ensuing bout of accusations from several girls and the plead to calm down from others. Should he bother getting involved? Hmm . . .

Well if he didn't, odds were he was going to be dragged in under negative circumstances. Best attempt to enter the conversation before accusatory glances were thrown at him too.

Haku waited until there was a slight lull in the conversation, shut his book on the finger bones like they were a bookmark, and stood to go join them. "Perhaps he or she is not staff, but only wearing the guise of one," he offered, slipping through the seats easily. "I'm not sure of you all, but the hostess that was here prior to the lights going out looked odd. Or rather something wasn't right," he amended, as there was hardly such a thing as "normal" here.

(( Salali is keeping her vote only because she doesn't have another one to make at the moment ))

"Me? Me?" Piped Salali to herself, seeming surprised. If someone could look scared at...well themselves, that would be the best way to describe her expression. "Perhaps me, unknown to me... a secret kept from myself? A flytrap thinks it's a flower...? But it would know when it ate something else...no no..." She ruffled her mess of curls and looked at Akihiko with her fingers still on her head as if he could answer the question, "...no?...yes...?"

At the mention of it being a staff member Salali stood in her seat, not increasing her height by much really, and shook her head about. "Too easy, too easy...not seen, it is not seen, so don't look for where you can see it no..." Perhaps she was trying to say that it being a member of the train staff was too obvious and therefore a position of too much vulnerability. Or perhaps she was talking about something else entirely. It wasn't really easy to tell.

((Vic is looking pretty suspiciously in Salali's direction. She has no problems with leaping to conclusions!))


Vic was getting an awfully strong feeling that she knew just what had happened. Listening to Salali ramble on, in fact, she was just as sure as a compass pointed north who was to blame, and damn her for a bilgerat if she wasn't going to have her say about it!

"Oi, mate. Y'might be a couple'a herrin' short of a basket, now, don't ya?" The ghost didn't just speak to Salali; she had the nerve to get up from her seat and advance into the Reapers's space, each step punctuated by a wet slap of soggy shoes on the train floor. She took a long moment in looking the girl up and down, taking her full measure of the gibbering shaman before her jaw set at an aggressive angle.

"Now here's how I sees it, mates!" She whipped around to address the room, one hand resting firmly on the pommel of the beat-up saber at her side (the fact that it was sealed into its sheath by a thick layer of rust was one the room didn't need to know, just yet.) "There's two sorts'a crazy in this world - there's the haha-funny sort, and the stabby-stabby, kill-for-giggles sort." Vic paused a moment. "Granted, a'course, they're both some sort of the haha-funny kind... one just gots a bit more screaming than the next. But that ain't the point! The point here is, I knows for dratted sure that if we was all on the Captain's boat," she drawled out the name, invoking the memory of the thick-bearded, ill-tempered pirate whose flag she (un-)lived to sail under, "we'd be chainin' up all the haha-funnies to the anchor and lettin' them go for a drink."

"Seein' as we don't have a friendly ocean to toss this'un into...." The swabby's eyes gleamed as she went to regard Salali one more time. "I guess we'll just have to improvise, aye?"

Pirates liked to improvise. Vic thought that she would be quite good at it, if the chance came to her - and by Davy Jones, maybe it just did!

Faint stood up quickly as the soggy pirate-ess ghost stamped across the car to the crazy that kept talking to herself. Somehow disabled or mentally-ill or not, that did not give anyone right right to make a malicious advance at a poor girl. Not even another girl.

He held up his hands in a calming gesture. "Whoa now. Take your seat, please. There's no need to get overly dramatic here. We can discuss this logically. Random accusations hold no reason. In fact..." He snapped, flaring slightly at lost patience for all the accusations floating about, "it's a pretty damn good reason to bring blame upon yourself. Now, I agree with this girl," he motioned to Balumf. "We should ask for alibis."

l He tucked his hands in the pockets of his expensive vest and turned to Salali. "Darling," he asked sweetly, trying to coax her out of the self-fear she seemed to be expressing. "Do you mind telling us exactly what you were doing when the lights went out?"

"Could've been a disguise," Puck agreed, tip of his ghostly tail flicking, pleased. "Whoever likes bones, all hidden up, like. Any other bone-crunchers here? Bonemen? We're probably safe, us. No bones here." He poked his spectral form.