subwaymaestro:

“So you also have a brother?” While that was truly not something uncommon, for whatever reason, it interested Emmet none the less. “That sounds very much like big brother! But. Brother doesn’t often joke. I pull pranks on him to try and make him laugh. Do you do the same?”

“Oh, yeah, sometimes! He’s a workaholic, you know? So, once, I replaced his ink with the kind that fades when it dries. Invisible ink.” She laughed. “He was really mad, though… And another time I swapped his shampoo with pink hair dye.”

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

“Yes. He will be fine.” That said, Emmet took a seat on the floor near the hiding place of his beloved new joltik. Just in case he decided to crawl back out.

The subway boss looked back up at the woman, nodding at her question. “Sure is! Brother Ingo is very stubborn. He is always serious. And he doesn’t like hugs. Just like joltik.” Thus the nickname. Made sense to him.

“Hahaha. Yeah, I guess that makes sense then. They sound a lot alike!” She grinned. “He sounds kinda like my brother, Ginji, too. Stubborn and serious. When he does try to joke around it just comes out pretty dorky.”

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

Emmet’s head popped back up from under the table he was kneeling beneath; just avoiding smacking his head on the surface. “You did?” Quickly he was back on his feet, nearly stumbling as he tried to peer behind the bench in question. Ahh—

“Mini-Ingo!” His childish nickname for the bad-tempered Joltik. He attempted to coax the small creature out of hiding, near pouting when it remained in place. He stood back straight. “He is stubborn. Just like big brother. It might take him a while.”

She laughed a bit as she took a seat on the bench. “Ah, well. At least we know where he is! He can’t go anywhere else from there.”

Humming a bit, Noelle leaned back, crossing her legs. “Mini-Ingo, huh? Is that your brother you named him after?” Had to be a little weird; she couldn’t imagine naming anything Mini-Ginji, at least.

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

Emmet nodded, nudging a few boxes out of the way regardless of the metallic contents that sloshed about inside of them. That didn’t really matter at the time. Noelle, was it? “Nice to meet you.” With that seemingly perpetual smile of his, he turned to sit with his legs crossed on the floor. “I am Emmet.” Again he nodded, tracing a crack on the floor with his finger. 

“Great to meet you too, Emmet!” Already she was back to looking. He seemed rather strange and childlike; though certainly he couldn’t be any younger than she was…

“Oh—” A small glance of fur, behind a workbench! Noelle knelt to look behind it— a small creature she didn’t recognize, hiding far back between the wall and the wood of the bench. “I think I found him!” She stepped aside, waving him over.

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

“Yes. Thank you! I’m very worried.” He nodded, glancing around the cluttered workshop. Kneeling down to peer childishly under a table, he paused, and sat back on his legs to look at the blonde once more. “I never got your name,” he said, as if remembering suddenly. “Big brother said it’s always best to introduce yourself to strangers.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I’m sure we’ll find him in no time.” Noelle began looking about herself, frowning a bit; how long had it been since they’d really tidied up the workshop? She peered about the table, checking behind stacks of boxes. “Hmm? Oh— my name’s Noelle.” She turned to glance at him, smiling brightly. “What about you?”

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

“Great! Oh. Yes, he is a very good friend. He’s small. And yellow. And a little blue. But don’t touch him! He might zap you. He does that when he is scared.”

“—He sounds hard to miss. All right, I’ll help you look. If he’s small, there’s lots of places he could hide here, but he can’t have gone far.”

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro:

“Joltik ran in here. I can’t let him get lost. He isn’t good at being by himself! You’ll help me find him. Won’t you?”

“—Joltik? Is he a friend of yours? S-sure, I can help you look for him. What does he look like?”

(Source: wild--blueyonder)

subwaymaestro replied to your post: /casually puts whipped cream in your hand while you sleep and tickles your nose with a feather/ c:

“I am Emmet. You shouldn’t be sleeping here. So I woke you up. You’re welcome!”

“Oh! Um… Thanks, I guess. … Why are you in the workshop, anyway?”

subwaymaestro sent:
/casually puts whipped cream in your hand while you sleep and tickles your nose with a feather/ c:

WOW WHO EVEN ARE YOU

[AU]

the-amazing-guy:

It really was horribly palpable in the air. It hung in the atmosphere of glass like a pungent odor, and was far from willing to vacate from their perimeter. It poisoned their air and made everyone seem so troubled, so uptight and frigid. Unfriendly and tentative. 

Where as Guy was always used to seeing the train bustle with the colors of life. Filled with tenacious passengers with bright languages and attires; all of which were generally friendly with one another. Some elite thought themselves higher than others, namely workers, but at least the passengers would usually get along just swimmingly. 

This was a locomotive with a track record clean as a whistle. They had never had a mishap, never had trouble. Not an engineering problem, or a fight among customers. Not even a delay on their schedule. He’d be damned if this was the trip where all that changed. Regardless of the clouds that brewed far on the horizon, and approached with a terrible speed of darkness. 

Nodding finally in agreement, Guy turned his attention back to Noelle. A smile resurfaced on his face in response to her own sly gesture, squeezing her hand back in response. “What a pleasant idea, Noelle. I—” 

The blonde male’s words were drowned in the sudden pop of air, a snap of breath that resonated through out the cars. It sounded like it came from a few cars down the line, toward the lower passenger cars— Guy shivered. He’d worked long enough on this train to know that was not the sound of a typical malfunction of machinery. And he had seen enough of a street life to know the exact kind of device that made that noise. 

“Stay— Stay here,” Guy said to Noelle, praying she would listen to him and stay put as he turned on heel to follow the attendant who had already vanished into the next car. He worked on this train— whatever was going on was his trouble as well. He knew that noise too well. That was the sound of a gunshot. Likely from a simple pistol of sorts. Someone had brought a gun on the train, and had the malicious intent to use it. Hopefully, he told himself, as only an accident. Hopefully no one was hurt. He had to check regardless—

Yet, as he finally stopped running, and the toe of his shoe plopped softly into a small, wet smear of acidic crimson, he wished that he had stayed back in the entertainment car with Noelle. 

All of a sudden a very strange atmosphere hung in the air, and Noelle found it very unsettling. Yet the band carried on, despite all the whispers amongst the passengers now. They’d heard it, certainly. And they felt it, too.

Even Guy seemed troubled, and told Noelle to stay behind. “A-all right—” her voice shook tentatively. She cleared her throat. “Be careful.” But surely it wasn’t anything too dangerous… right? Just… a malfunction of some sort, with the machines. Nothing sinister.

At least, she’d love to tell herself that. Her hand shook as she pressed it against her quickly drumming heart. Noelle hadn’t lived a posh, comfy life like these people had. Though surely the sound of a gunshot couldn’t be foreign to them, either. And that, likely, was why several of them were already retiring to their rooms quietly, one by one.

Until a train attendant approached the stage, raising his hands for attention— and the band quieted for a moment as he gave instruction for everyone else to remain in this car.

What semblance of ease remained in the air shattered with the surety that something terrible had just happened. Noelle’s heart dropped, her attempt to swallow the lump in her throat in vain. Guy had just gone…

Her feet moved on her own. Noelle found herself almost floating towards the door to the next car, and she ignored the voice from the table near it reminding her that they were to stay there, where it was safe.

This car was empty, and Noelle could almost touch the dead silence in the air. Swallowing thickly, she approached the following door, her pace quickening with every step. Guy was all right— he was—

And just as Noelle opened the next door, she smacked straight into the chest of a man going in the opposite direction, almost knocking her right over.

“Noelle—!”

She blinked, beginning to come out of her haze. But her blood continued pumping so quickly, shaking her limbs. “Dodge—?”

He gave a sigh of relief. “I was worried. Noelle, someone of malicious intent seems to be on the train right now. We need to get back to our rooms. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Noelle hardly heard him. No, that wasn’t what she wanted to do. But— she thought, miserably— what was there that she could do, right now? “But, Guy…”

In each door that connected cars, there was a window. Looking over Dodge’s shoulder now, Noelle could see that same blonde hair, facing away from her; but still, she recognized him.

Dodge called her name as Noelle pushed past him suddenly, bursting through the door to the next car. Her voice was thin, and shook.

“Guy?Is everything all—”

The red stain at his feet answered her question.

(Source: wild--blueyonder)