I was suspecting that this might be the artwork that came with the recent DVD/Blue-ray booklets, but I am not sure. The canon of this ship is killing me, though. IF THIS HAPPENS IN THE MOVIE I WILL CRY.
❛ it did take some time to get used to it , dear conductor . i trust that you will also grow used to it if you hold it every so often . perhaps you can ask that ponytailed boy to carry it for you when you get tired . ❜
❝Sukari?❞
❝I━ doubt it. He may be our errand boy, but he could only handle so much weight. Besides, I would not trust him with your gun.❞
“Most people would be honored to have our protection, you know.” Then again, most people who admired Lord Biba didn’t know his was transporting a compartment full of Kabane.
“The strong live, the weak die. That’s the kind of world we live in. Even you couldn’t have thought to make it to Kongoukaku without the loss of a single crew member, am I right? You’re free to hate us if you’d like, but I’d prefer not to start things on a sour note – It’ll make for a long ride,” he said calmly as if things hadn’t already turned sour the moment the Hunters seized the train.
Equally calmly Soujirou leaned against the wall and settled there with no intention of leaving. His eyes followed her movements, making sure there was no funny business. Unfortunately she would have the pleasure of his company for the ride ahead.
█┆❜ ♛; Honored to have their protection? A bitter mirth fought to elude her lungs. Ever since the Hunters purloined their Hayajiro, it seemed that her safety-blanket illusion of “everything is going to be fine” was left hovering somewhere a couple miles above the stratosphere. The feeble hope she recalled so vividly emanating from the Koutetsujou’s crew was all but gone; dwindled to nothing more than a waning spark amidst fleshy creases of apprehension and foregone optimism.
She wasn’t try to fool herself anymore.
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The locomotive continued to forge through the night, sustaining its smooth passage. Yet the environment pressed in on them, grim and desolate, ensuring no permanent sense of security. The engineer’s gloved digits shifted to probe one of the gauges as her serpentine oculars remained poise on the path ahead, her gaze stoic like a vigilant feline beholding a mouse.
❝ Why are you still here? ❞
Yukina eventually uttered, patient, despite the tempest of emotions stirring within her. ❝ I completed your request. This is the engine room; it’s not a place to leisure around. ❞ It wasn’t the first time she had discerned annoyance her situation with this particular Hunter seemed like a never-ending medley of annoyances but it was the first time she could recall the feeling of extreme unnerved.
❝ If you are here to babysit me, then please do so discreetly and refrain from engaging me under such scrutiny. ❞
❝ Your incessant stare is making me … uncomfortable. ❞
She admitted at length, resolute and stern yet her timbre barely above a whisper.
❛ whoa !! my good conductor , that is NOT how you handle a gun . a gun should be held with caution . guns are only as human as we are . they kill and get tired once we use up all of its bullets . just like how a human gets tired after doing exercise . ❜ @xconductor
❝It gets … tired?❞
❝I━ I apologize. The weight of it caught me off guard, causing me to mishandle. Your gun is quite heavy even for my arms. Does it not inconvenience you in a battle?❞
