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Whoa. This kid sure was an interesting nightmare. Guadalupe's shade's nearly slid off of his face at the notion of...fear. Scary movies, haunted houses? Yeah, not his thing. It had taken him a few good solid months to get used to his weirdo of a friend being into aliens. "So I'll be hiding behind you when we get into some trouble huh?" he grinned at Oiche, whistling low between his teeth. "Research. That takes a lot of smarts. Seems very...excitin'" And a lot of schoolin'. He had been thinking about going into marine research himself but....No life? No thanks. He didn't want to be held down by academia. Even if he was paid to go off saving critters.

Guadalupe couldn't hold in the shudder that overcame him. So they had one person who wanted to talk to ghosts and another who really wanted to talk to aliens. Whoo boy. "You'd get along with him. Two peas in a pod, I'd say." the nixie grinned, jutting his thumb out towards the bakeneko next to the window. "He's into gettin stories, but of the extraterrestrial kind. Obsessed, he is." He hoped they didn't run into any dead people though.... Guadalupe was here to do the job and come back in one piece.

Man, ghosts couldn't be real, right?!

A laugh erupted from Guadalupe's lips suddenly. "The worst? This kid could be far worse." he nudged his partner's foot again. "Be social. Ya both like the supa'natural and heebee jeebees, ya twit." He turned his attention back to Oiche. "This kid can get so bad about aliens that he throws a temper tantrum." It could be far worse. This was tame.


"There couldn't possibly be ghosts in the..lost...lands." he stared, unsure at Oiche. It wasn't like he believed in ghosts. Extraterrestrials, no proof of them. But... he for sure wasn't going to hang around people who were wantin' to get in a bit of trouble talkin' to a few, if they did pop up.

M A O L I

Location: Middle Carriage (near a window and across from Guadalupe)

The nixie fool kept wanting him to pay attention. Maoli passed an irritable glance at 'lupe before turning his eyes quickly to the others, scanning them before turning his attention back out the window. He hoped he hadn't missed anything.

"I'm Maoli," he finally announced to the window but intended for the rest that 'lupe was conversing with. His ears flittered down a bit. He was here for the expedition, not for socialization. It was tough, socializing. He didn't think himself shy. It was just... probably the same reason why he didn't keep plants. It was just too much effort.

Maoli's suggestion to talk to the pale, winged person was outrageous. 'Lupe knew how he felt about that! Except... temper ignited, his back stiffened. "Ghost and aliens are different," he snapped. "Aliens actually exist." His tail flicked in slight annoyance and he realized he was no longer looking out the window. His teeth grounded together before he jerked back to studying the land. "And I do not throw temper tantrums," he hissed. He really needed to charm 'lupe's gum one day. Fool.

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Saiph's face scrunched in disgust. "Of course I'm going to take this seriously. Someone's life could be in danger; this is no time for messing around." The very idea that they would upset Saiph. Safety and justice were no laughing matters or someone's playground. Their intended line of work would always mean affecting someone's life in some way or another.

Troy's reasoning returned Saiph's better light of him. "Good, good. I'm glad you see the need for people like us here. I'm actually rather upset that my future siblings-in-arms aren't more on top of this but I guess there must be some reasons for it."

"That's why I'm hoping to talk to Professor Honeymint," Saiph said while taking a moment to look around them to see if the professor could be spotted. "I'm hoping to ask her a few questions to get a better feel of things before we actually make it to the Lost Land's. It'll really help to know as much as we can."

"I'm glad you understand the gravity of this. I honestly wonder about some of those around us and if they understand that." There was a genuineness in Troy's voice as he spoke, honestly relieved that at least some people were taking this seriously. He didn't mind playfulness but there was a time and place for it...and he doubted this was either.


"I'd like to know their reasoning behind ignoring something like this...but we're here now and have a chance to do something." He smiled with a light of hope that they could find the missing person and not lose anyone else in the process....hopefully. "Ah, right. That's actually along the lines of what I was going to ask her. Shall we go find her, then? I'm sure it would put her mind at ease to know we genuinely want to find Doctor Horn and her input could be invaluable."

Eir was successfully cowed by her earlier reaction, and just sat silently, declining a cookie because she was mad at herself. But at least no one seemed to hold her reaction against her. Once the cookies were passed around and consumed, it seemed no one was going to mention her little... moment.

For most of the trip, she enjoyed sitting and listening to Dr. Tabi tell stories about the Swirling Sands. Now and then, Eir would share her own stories about her travels and her time at the temple of Enyo, since it wasn't fair for only one person to tell stories.

However she couldn't stay sitting the whole time. She needed to stretch, and often found herself up on the roof of the carriage stretching and going over her sword techniques. She wanted to be prepared for anything, but she also didn't want to seem rude.

When it came to sleeping, she was content to sitting either on her seat or on the floor, and letting anyone who needed to stretch out do so. Eir made a good pillow, if nothing else.

"Chocolate chai tea sounds divine!" Cyan licked her lips as she watched the shade hybrid rise to her feet. How did Clare move around with such a large, horny tail? And how sentient and with it was that tail? What was it capable of? Wandering around the carriage was probably harder for Clare than it was for Cyan. All Cyan had to deal with was thick hips. Not a whole creature attached to her butt.

Cyan, as comfortable as she was, decided to get to her feet and help the hybrid out. "I am happy to assist mine lady in the kitchen!" The hybrid offered a toothy grin as she bowed at the waist in a flashy but playful display. That moment set the tone for the moments and days that followed. Cyan, of course, had plenty of moments to stretch her legs, finding her way up to the roof to talk to some of the fliers in the other carriages, but also to drink in the view of their surroundings. But she had spent most of her time with Clare -- the shameless flirt that Cyan was. Clare was just Cyan's type, and her boyfriend troubles made Cyan all the more sympathetic towards Clare. The woman -- sweet as honey as she was -- definitely deserved better. Maybe when all this was said and done, if things didn't get better with Clare's boyfriend, Cyan could hook her up with one of her friends and find her someone who would give her the world.

For now, Cyan kept it cool. Ultimately her flirting was harmless, paying the hybrid compliments over her disposition and styling as opposed to her body. Any contact between the two were like that of a ghost, leaving the skin prickled in the wake of her claws. Cyan never did anything untoward, and if Clare said that Cyan made her uncomfortable she certainly would have stopped. But Cyan liked Clare as a friend -- and what was a platonic kiss or two between friends?

She could foresee the pair making steady friends once all the expedition was over and done with. The adventure would certainly help them forge a lasting relationship, an experience that only the two of them would genuinely understand. It was the stuff that strong relationships were forged from.

As the first stretch of their journey neared its end, Cyan was pleased with the bonds she was forming with the folks staying in their carriage. But she had to remember that, ultimately, she was here to work.

It couldn't always be fun and games.

Location: First Carriage

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