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Shehk nodded at the inquiry. "It's my native tongue." she then paused, making a face. "I'd show you if this train wasn't insistent that I..y'know..keep my opposable thumbs." she sighed, ears drooping ever so slightly at the thought. "What's the problem with paws, huh? Paws are much warmer than these hands are. I'm practically freezing with this clothing on. Clothing just isn't as warm as a coat of fur is."

Which was a sad fact. Then again, she was just cold in general, wrapping her (Very weak) jacket around her shoulders lamely. She just needed to invest in a portable space heater! This was ridiculous!

"I'd attempt to like...I dunno...'teach' it or something, but I think that it's...it's...it's sort of complicated to explain. It's sort of like.... well, it's exactly like trying to learn a foreign language that has a completely different alphabet and context then the one you were born with."

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"...Though I sort of just came bi-lingual in that analogy."

Deacon felt eyes upon him. He opened one of his own and looked up at Mosi, letting the other open and lifting a brow and cocking his head slightly in question as to why she might have been staring at him. Not that he minded; she was a cute one, after all.

Braumithras was in an exceptionally bad mood. Not only had the conductor taking their passes directed him to this cart, but when he'd pulled along Hadiyaa, the man had informed them she was in ANOTHER car. Oh no. The raum had not been pleased. ESPECIALLY when immediately afterwards, Miss Bell had been directed into yet ANOTHER car separate from Braum's. With no one to perch on, his feathers were decidedly ruffled. Oh well. He'd decided from that point he'd just turn into a crow upon boarding and perch in the suitcase carriage above the students heads, where he wouldn't be disturbed and could take a nap.

Raising a manicured eyebrow at Miss Kasumi, a girl he'd seen hang around Miss Bell every so often, he gave her a polite nod and a whisper of a charming smile if only to illicit a pleased reaction to stroke his ego. It was an ill attempt to make himself feel better, and nothing made a narcissist feel better than being admired. He graciously took a piece of paper from her and a pen as she explained the rules of some childish 'game' the car was going to play. The grump squeezed his wings in the middle aisle, looking up to a seat near the front and eying the small perch with a flicker of fond appreciation. Such a perfect spot for a bird to roost. Closing his eyes, he brought his wings in tightly and exhaled, waiting for the slow and slightly odd initial compressed feeling that came with shrinking to his bird form but.................nothing.

Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at himself, then to his reflection in the window. Closing his eyes tightly and pulling at his natural magical core once again, he pulled his wings in even tighter, PAINFULLY so, stretching the base at an odd angle as if the theory of "think small" would do anything. This place was too small for him to glide. To roost properly. To swoop down upon some poor unsuspecting student and snag some of their snacks before retreating back to his perch. With a decidedly birdlike screech of discontent, the raum punched the back of a seat, and flared his wings without realizing they were far too cramped for that, and ended up pulling a muscle in the left as it got tangled in the overcarriage on the other side of the car. Once he freed his wing, he cradled it around himself and tended to it miserably. One could practically feel the angry heat pouring off of him in waves.

"Jack DAMMIT! Who's GENIUS idea was it clip my jack-damned wings!" he hissed to himself, letting his steady stream of annoyance grow into a full out hissy fit as he claimed two seats all to himself, spreading out on them and glaring at anyone who dared to take up his precious space while folding his left wing around his shoulder. It was sore, and would be for a while. He grumbled his discontent again, rubbing the length of the strong muscle that stemmed from his shoulder blades (the top curve of his wing), knowing even when they arrived he wouldn't be able to fly long distances for a while still. He'd be lucky if he could glide properly, since keeping the muscle cramped like this instead of laying it out completely flat would make a kink that would keep him ground-ridden for much longer than he was ever comfortable with.

Spotting something on the list from which he could vent a tiny bit of his outrage to (he would be sure to place his I Spy list on Helma's desk in protest), he quickly scrawled something down.

Braum's List

THE LIST
I spy with my little eye... something that is...

• Striped
  
• Green
  
• Lovesick
  
• Energetic
  
• Shiny
  
• Festive
  
• Squishy
  
• Pathetic :: These Jack-damned train accommodations!

Mosi turned quickly not realizing that she was starring out him when she heard someone speak at the front. "I am sorry I didn't mean to stare" she spoke to the person behind her with her cheeked flushed. As she took a piece of paper and pen not really looking up. When she head a noise and jumped slightly smacking Hattapus in the head twice.

The angry hat popped out of the coat popping a couple buttons raveling the vest like cinch and a old the shoulder long lace sleeved top underneath. Mo bent over trying to unfluff her tail that is clearly flared our from the fright. She turned read for getting so shocked from this.

Hattapus was going to get the chissler amadán who made Mo jump and twack her twice. She skittered across and under the seats to find out the owner of the voice. She had to get out of her warm spot which pissed her off thoroughly. Hattapus crawled up on the seat to where the voice or at least where she thinks the voice came from. To her he looked like some doblar geebag with black feathers. She flattened out her tentacles and glared at him.

Mosi sat back up and looked at her sheet of paper and the list tapping the chin lightly against her bottom lip. Her mind wasn't really focusing she was still a little embarrassed. Her father would be truly be upset at her chissler like actions. She looked at the list and saw striped and wondered if this line was about her.

Iolanthe had been in a peaceful state, ignoring the rest of the cabin as she relished in her new-found freedom. Then she was suddenly snapped back to the reality by some authoritative voice telling her she was going to play a child's game. She sat up just enough to see the papers being passed her way and once the student behind her shoved them out for her to take, she grabbed the stack by the very tip as if it were covered in disease. Nevertheless, she took one and passed it on, repeating the process with pens in nearly the exact same way.

"Really? This has to be an awful joke," she groaned to herself, glancing over the list in distaste. Who cared if something was squishy? No, she took that back - she would love to know if something was squishy, so she could stay away from it. The very bottom of the list provided her with one category she knew she could answer straight away:



She scrawled the answer out then promptly set both the pen and paper aside in the seat next to her, the one closest to the isle. She was just about to relax back into her 'ignore the rest of the world' state-of-mind when a screech sounded through the cabin. She instantly turned to look at the student who'd done it, ready to snap at all these awful interruptions.

"Damn it, can we put up a sign somewhere so everyone knows they can't use their abilities here? I'm pretty tired of random animals calls scaring me out of me seat." It was said loud enough for everyone to hear, and she added a frown that was meant to be intimidating and serious. For all her bitching, however, she had managed to notice the new additions to the train: the demon's numbers were going up! "At least the company is improving."

West stood outside the train, arms crossed over his chest, watching the cattle pile into his car - the Ickis car, if his information was correct. Some of the other students he recognized from that plant class he had endured, but most were new to him. He shrugged and muttered, "S'longas they leave mialone," before taking a deep breath and making an effort to relax his hands at his sides. No more stalling. It was time to... mingle with his peers.

Gag.

As he moved toward the car and slipped inside, West found he was just in time to witness an odd screeching bird man throw an unexplained bird fit. Was that anger West smelled? Why yes, yes it was. Delicious. And he hadn't even needed to provoke it. Thanks, bird man! The wrath demon grinned, nabbing a copy of the illustrious I Spy Challenge and adding his own messy scribbles to it almost immediately. He shuffled down the aisle, eyes and concentration on his new task, and dropped into the nearest open seat, temporarily oblivious to his surroundings and the surrounding conversation. If he happened to suddenly be in a slightly more congenial mood than he could normally manage for no discernible reason, West hadn't noticed. There were eyes to spy. Or something.

That...was distinctly oogie. And not oogie in the nifty, spooky, Halloween sort of way, indeed, far from it. Having handed the conductor his pass, the youthful Nergal was now staring in a stupidly dumbfounded fashion at his left hand. Because for once, he had actually possessed a humanesque hand, not a set of rather sickly-green claws....a factor that he was finding more engrossing than he probably should. It took a moment for his mind to catch up, realizing what this development indicated, and then disappointment spread rather quickly over his features. "Aw, maaaaaan!" Curling fingers into a fist, he slammed it into one of the walls of the cabin, looking not unlike a petulant child that had just had his candy privileges snatched away. Then again, with the irresponsibility running rampant amongst Sharra and his fellow students, temporarily grounding the younglings from their powers had probably been wise fore-thought on the part of the trip's organizers.

Shifting past people, feeling not unlike a sardine in here, brewing in a mess of potential (some of that more pressing than others) teenage angst...he smoothed his hands over his pinstriped attire, a nervous fidget. Why in Jack's name was he hustled into a car full of complete strangers? Not that he hadn't seen them around, as that much couldn't be helped, but it would have been nice to have some guarantee of engaging conversation. Scanning the car with his acidic gaze, it settled on one of the other more...visually appealing subjects within their confinement. And for better or for worse, the demon began to gravitate towards West, as he, at least, looked as though he had his odds n' ends together.

Nearly overbalancing as a sheet was shoved into his hand in an aggressively helpful fashion, Sharra instead plopped himself into the seat at the avarice demon's right. Scanning the sheet, he found the game momentarily uninteresting...though he was likely to fill it out at some juncture, it was anything but pressing. Leaning back, propping a leg up (ankle to opposite knee), he then turned to the rather intriguing individual on his left. "Yo." Waving the set of weakened digits of his left limb at the other in a friendly enough fashion, he had to wonder if the other was actually intrigued by this hodge-podge child's game. Because honestly, to tell true, the avian boy's wee tantrum was a thousand levels of entertainment above this pen and paper triviality. 3.5 stars of gawking value at least.

And already things were exciting. From a vastly irritated bird type to... was that West? Why was he here? Not that it truly mattered, he supposed. Though, he'd be the only soul he'd slightly know to speak to. His nose wrinkled a bit before he looked down at his list again. This game would be so much easier if he was more aware of the personalities of the others in the cabin. If there was a Pissy and rampaging I spy option, he'd say the interesting looking soul who was having a hard time getting into his cramped seat. Energetic... the dog seemed to be full of pumpkin spice and appeared to be running on fearigizer batteries... but that would be far too simple.

While he pondered, he etched doodles on his paper. It had more than enough space for it. Humming lightly to himself, he sketched out little pictures of some of the goings on, snakes (interesting ones anyway) or anything else that randomly came to mind. But it did seem funny how many a student seemed displeased about being stuck in a meat-form. Pfft, minor detail for being able to do something interesting.