Sunrise on the Knyvettian Plain

Mizierna decided to get on with the team as she looked towards the people who dismissively ignored her presence. She tried to find a seat alone. She was such an introverted person to the point she didn't bother to talk to anyone whose names were inscribed on the list. This was HER group, and she had to be with them on this imperative mission. Mizierna was also one of the few insect automaton creators. She assumed that nobody took an interest towards her, and tried finding a seat by herself. She rarely appreciated the company of people she hardly knew. She also liked to take the challenge of letting people know her name, Other times, she was keen enough to let her communication skills crash to a halt. Mizierna took out a scarab from her toolbox as she toyed around with its silicon wings.
 
"Bitteschön," Mr. Gescheit said to Mrs. Coulton, meaning welcome, and tipped his hat slightly. As she, and the others, stuffed their bags and possessions into the train car, Mr. Gescheit took a step back to study the small train, and the group members. But before he could assess the train or any one else, a young lady addressed him. He took a quick puff of his pipe before turning to the girl. She was a beautiful young woman with light snowy hair, and inquisitive violet eyes. He couldn't quite tell why, but he took this to girl to be some what of an inventor herself.

His bearded smile grew at her asking of his hat; he very much loved his hat. "Nein, I did not buy zis hat," he answered with a bit of pride, "Ich made it myself. Ich call es 'Meineprächtigzuthut,'for obvious reasons." He chuckled, then took another puff. Before he could made more conversation, Gabriele Verrazzano jumped in with a query and introduction. Gescheit turned from the girl to meet him with a firm shake of the hand. "Ich bin Mr. Gescheit, as du no doubt know," he greeted. He knew of Mr. Verrazzano, as many did, being an famous inventor of the mechanical animals of the Knyvettian. Verrazzano was to be one of the leaders of this little rescue, but his stutter and shyness caused a few questions to pop up. But Mr. Gescheit respected him as an inventor and intelligent young man. "It vill be a pleasure to vork with du, Mr. Verrazzano. Ich vould be more than happy to explain mein hut, if du tell mich about your vork."

Mr. Gescheit saw that the others were beginning to board, so he made his way to the train engine to get things fired up.
 
Diving From the Subterranean (part 1)

Mizierna then felt guilty for not introducing herself to the group. "I'm Mizierna Joshua-Primrose Leipzig. You can call me Irma or Nemo." Her British accent grew obvious from the warmth of her happiness building up. Mizierna was a shy girl, and was thus reluctant to talk to the others until she could see everyone. Instead, she sat close to an area where the others were there. She didn't wish to feel like a pushover, nor did she want to sound as if she was "hard to catch". She was just a little shy of the others, thus she refrained to say anything until the opportunity rose.

Mizierna was too entranced in her scarabs for a while until she saw the sun rise on the clear skies. She then looked in her bag for the bread she recently got from her father. There were twenty wheat slices left in the bag, but she was willing to share what she had. "Would anyone like some hot bread? It's fresh from Nottingham." She offered out the hot bag of bread. As she opened the bag, it was practically steaming hot. The bag smelled of fresh bread that was just cooked and baked. However, it looked like it was sunbathed for a while. The bread appeared to be at least three days old. To Mizierna, it looked tasty enough to be eaten, even without a valid cause.

Mizierna carefully plucked out a piece of bread and popped it into her mouth. When she saw Gabriele Verrazzano, Mizierna was shocked. Camilla and Gabriele had their names circled on the list! "Are you not the wondrous Verrazzano? My friend has heard of your wonderful work!" Mizierna gave a pearl-white smile, showing off her kindness. Mizierna loved to be the center of the talk, even though it was unlikely for her to start a conversation. She was always introverted. Even her previous master CJ would tell her to speak to somebody.

By the time Mizierna finished her piece, she twisted the bag's opening and stored it in her messenger bag. Mizierna calmly waited in the passenger train as she silently waited on her golden scarab to emerge from his hideout. "Awake, Oro." The golden scarab was the first ones CJ made. Real was the previous owner and former creator of the sacred scarab. The button of the purple bag suddenly unbuttoned. Mizierna sat at the corner towards the window with a mesmerized look etched onto her face. The scarab encroached out of its slumber, occasionally tweeting with its hind legs. The scarab then looked at Mizierna. It carefully flew around in three, disjointed circles atop of her head. "Patience, my lovely child..." Mizierna whispered as she adjusted her circular glasses. She was awaiting for Camilla, the master of the bunch to announce of the initial plans. Whatever Mizierna came to the expedition for, she couldn't contan her excitement.
 
Camilla looked around, appraising the group, and released a silent sigh through her nose. Well, the group had been hastily put together, but she was sure the company had enough of its best interests in mind that they wanted it to succeed, so they wouldn't bring in anyone who wasn't up to the task. Maybe it was just lacking that uniform efficiency she preferred. Once everyone was settled in the gallery, she began to address the group.

"Once we get underway, we will be travelling quite rapidly, so it will be best advised that you don't wander up and down unnecessarily. We will head straight through the entrance plains and the Asian Jungle towards the central plains, where the disabled train and party are located. We should reach them by this afternoon. There will be much work to be done, and we may be required to overnight at the location. There should be enough private compartments for everyone.

"Mr. Gescheit will be working to see if anything from the disabled train is salvageable. From the reports we've received, the engine most likely cannot be saved. Fortunately for us, it was knocked completely off the tracks during the...incident...so moving it will not be an issue. However, Mr. DeLoch and Mr. Myers, your first task will be to finish clearing the track. You have your tools, the coal men from both trains and the rest of the staff from the safari train at your disposal. If we can get it upright and set back onto the track, I'd like to couple an intact car from the disabled train to ours in order to carry the rest of the safari group on the return trip. Once that is done, we will require your assistance for any downed animals we require moving."

Pausing for a moment to think, Camilla effortlessly braced herself as the train finally began moving out of the station and into the early morning sunshine.

"Mrs. Coulton, and Miss Leipzig, you will assist Mr. Verrazzano and myself in the investigation. We will need some animals downed to examine them to try and get to the bottom of this mess...come to think of it, you gentlemen may consider yourselves on call if we require extra assistance. There are extra guns on board this train, and if you believe your aim is adequate, you should all equip yourselves with one. The reports are somewhat conflicting, so we should be on our guard for any eventuality."

She pursed her lips as she gazed out the window, thinking intently as the scenery began to move more rapidly past the train as it rounded the bend on the first rise. She swayed with the train, perfectly at home with it, as if the movement was a part of her. As graceful as she seemed, it was clear to see that something had her ill at ease. Camilla finally turned back to address the group again.

"That will be all for now. There is food and refreshment stored in the cold box in the caboose, but please be prudent in your servings. We have a lot of work ahead of us, so rest now while you can. If there are no questions, I am going to speak with Mr. Gescheit to appraise him of his duties."
 
iBefore they got farther underway, the second of the two inventors leading their expedition approached, though he had ditched the crazy piece of equipment she had seen with him when Camilla had went to speak with him. "I'm Nellie Coulton," she introduced, holding out her hand in turn to shake Mr. Verrazzano's. "This must be some welcome back to Knyvettspointe, mm?" It certainly seemed that Mr. DeLoch was excited. And the suggestion to find seats was a good one. Nellie followed. It was there they found another member of the rescue operation. Mizierna looked a bit younger than the rest. "I'm Nellie Coulton," she repeated a second time for fresh years. "Pleased to meet you," she said holding out her hand. Only after that did Nellie move on, electing to take the window seat of the third row of seats.

Not before long, Camilla addressed them as an entire group, detailing just what they should expect and what was expected of each of them. There was only one more man she didn't recognize, who had to be Mr. Myers unless Camilla had been wrong about his name. Though the two inventors were to be the leaders, it looked as though Camilla was the more vocal of the two. And despite the fact Nellie disliked sitting through instructions, she recognized there was a need to be orderly and for everyone to understand just what needed to happen, but this didn't mean she kept her full attention on Camilla. As the train rolled on, she found herself looking out the window at the familiar grass moved on by faster than all the tour trains she had been on. It was easy to slip into the half-non-hearing trance she often fell into as the tour guide explained the park's history. The mention of guns, however, brought back her full attention, and she tried to recall what Camilla had said. She was to help them down the animals to get a better look at them, and right, Nellie needed to pick up one of those guns for herself.

Nellie shook her head when Camilla asked if there were questions. "I'm going to go appraise the guns," she announced and then began moving off. The layout of the train was slightly different, but she figured that it couldn't be too different.
 
Don sat down, in the middle row. A friendly, dimpled smirk formed on his face, he pointed it at the crew. He tried to lock eyes with a few people and kind of give a wordless hello. They were all getting acquainted and it would be smart to at least not seem like a total loner. It isn't his way, but there would be plenty of time to get to know the lot. When Camilla spoke he kind of lit up, knowing he had a purpose now. It also made him happy because it seemed no one recognized him.

Sounds easy enough. Between Mr. Deloch and I, we shouldn't have a problem clearing the path. Not to mention the help will be a good asset to have. Though, I am glad that breakfast was large because of the now apparent rationing of food. Still might get something to drink.

Don nodded to the vocal head honcho, and adjusted himself to possibly take a nap. Everyone was assigned their jobs and the train was off. He listened to the steam rush out of the pipes and gears turning. The outside world started to go by faster and faster, a slight blur forming. His blue eyes just stared outside, as the althlete tried to get into a "showtime" state of mind.


 
The everything was all ready to go when Mr. Gescheit got there, which was all the better for him and the rest of the crew. They were to set off immediately. He greeted to coal men before setting off. Young lads; strong and able. It was a life saver for Gescheit to have them aboard.

Ready to go, Mr. Gescheit sounded the whistle to single their departure, but just in case he stuck his head out the door to insure everyone was indeed on, which they were. So without further ado, they were off. Slowly they began, but the train quickly picked up the pace and in no time they were flying across the land, scenery flashing by as all the colors of the plains began to blend into a masterful oil painting. Mr. Gescheit got to enjoy this moment of solitude; this calm before the storm. He knew something was up, and once they got there it would be all work and business. But for now he could watch the scenery fly by and let the sounds of the engine drown out the worries of the world.
 
Victor made himself comfortable in his seat, figuring he's got little else to do until they reached their destination. He took of his hat and placed it on the seat next to him, so at least it wouldn't fall to the floor if he should fall asleep. He looked outside, admiring the passing scenery, and becoming slightly amused as he saw a sudden change of it.

After a while, he became bored of simply looking out, and pulled out his notebook and pen from his jacket, and starting to pen some small ideas, or trying to improve some of his older designs. However, it slowly started going from serious notes to doodling of random little things.
 
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Victor DeLoch's enthusiasm and fervour in greeting him took Gabriele completely by surprise. Sure, he had gotten used to adults thanking him for the experience when they brought their children along, but they showed the same reverence to everyone else on the team. That being said, it was only for the more polite of adults. There were still those that tried to scam the safari for some obscure reason. He couldn't help the swell of pride in his breast when Mr. DeLoch called the beasts marvelous. He had poured his heart and soul into the project for a number of years and would never have left the park had circumstances allowed.

It was bittersweet. Soon after Mr. DeLoch called them terrifying, which while he knew was warranted if indeed the reports were true, hurt. He could only hope that either the reports were false or that he could get the creatures fixed before the safari decided to scrap the whole project. Before he could answer the man, he had gone off to find a seat. Gabriele already had one, but then again he had gone directly to the compartments while Mr. DeLoch had been helping Ms. Coulton with the ridiculous amount of crates and cages he had spotted.

"I'd -ah- have loved to return without a dark cloud hanging above my head, Ms. Coulton, but -ah- seeing as how I left with one I think it only follows that I returned with another" he said, flashing his most cordial smile. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you and I hope we can get in and get out without much trouble. Now -ah- if you will excuse me, I need to make sure all my tools are in working order."

He went and did just that, only stopping when Camilla took the lead as she would every day all those years ago while they were still working on the safari. She hadn't changed much. She was still stubborn, fiery and a born charismatic leader. Yet despite the professional facade she had, Gabriele could tell she was ill-at-ease. Ms. del Bosque did not sway.

Reminiscing brought a tinge of warmth to his cheeks which he hadn't expected. Being in the park had brought back both happy thoughts and opened wounds long forgotten. But now wasn't the time to deal with them.

Despite the similarity, Camilla had changed. There was an air of maturity about her now that hadn't really been there those years past. It seemed that now that a lot was on the line, Camilla had become a player in the game. It was a game, Gabriele realized. Even if they did manage to solve the problems, that didn't mean the blame would just disappear. One false move and the consequences could be far-reaching. It took him long enough to realize that, but Camilla had jumped on it quickly.

All the more reason to take her aside and talk to her before anything else came up. He stood near the door to the engine and stared out at the rolling countryside while he waited for Camilla to finish briefing Mr. Gescheit.
 
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