Arabrasia: Kabalic City: The Flying Courage: Carriage No.13
Flynn, Shiloh
After a short amount of time and difficulty, Shiloh had managed to not only procure himself another sandwich to satiate his gurgling stomach, but find his seat as well all the way down in Carriage No.13. After finding the right carriage and with a helpful directions his seat, the enigmatic, purple robed traveller found just the spot, and settled himself down nicely into the seat, wonderful thoughts poised on just how delicious the sandwich would be.
A shame then, that he'd never get the opportunity to eat it. For just as he was about to take the first bite, an ear piercing shriek erupted from the man sitting down beside him.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!" Flynn screamed, the man's newspaper dropping down into his lap as his hands shot up to and clutched the sides of his head. In pure shock and horror, Shiloh's sandwich went flying out of his hands. Flynn's scream was noticeably loud, heard as it was all throughout his carriage and those adjacent to it. Those still remaining in the Dining Cart would be able to just barely hear such a strange wail, although would be left unsure on whether or not it was legitimate or something else instead.
"Gods damnit, no!!" Flynn cursed, shaking his head from side to side, his hands still clutching onto his head. "This... this just can't be!"
What on Ddaear could possibly encourage such a reaction from a newspaper?
Arabrasia: Kabalic City: The Flying Courage: Carriage No.6
Milia, ???
"Um... hello! How are you? My name's Milia Silverstein. It appears we're going to be travelling together for some time, hmm? It's a pleasure to meet you!" Putting on her best smile, Milia attempted to introduce herself to the short blue haired woman beside, only to discover that... her response was less then emphatic. Or anything at all, really.
No, the blue haired woman didn't say a word or even move to acknowledge Milia's presence. Not a turn of her head or even a flutter of her eyes. Instead, Milia's silent companion continued to rest exactly the same way she did when Milia first noticed her, with her chin resting on her hand and looking out through the window beyond, watching the rolling scenery pass them by. Atop her head were a pair of headphones, music of which Milia could quietly hear emanate out from. If she could hear them, it must have meant the music was very loud indeed.
'She must not hear me...' Milia mused to herself, before resigning herself to a smile and invisible shrug. That was fine, nobody was forced to have to speak to anyone, of course. Instead, Milia renewed her focus in jotting down a few helpful notes down onto her journal, including the two strange men she had met earlier.