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[ask-the-trains]

Hello there, my darlings!

Yes, you have now reached the Ask/RP Superhighway of

✨Apollo Victoria✨

// RULES:

- In terms of characters you want to interact with, I am comfortable with playing all canon trains and a few of my OC's. (i.e: Mavis & The Georgias. Feel free to find out more about them here!: https://ask-the-trains.tumblr.com/post/676385998667644928/about-my-ocs) EXCEPT for the national engines and TRAX. - I may be over 18, but I will still not accept any NSFW asks and prompts. - I am comfortable with doing some AU asks. However, it depends on the kind of AU you request. The same applies to any ship requests.

- Just because I'll reblog certain RP memes, DOES NOT mean you have to use only these. Get creative! Do whatcha like! ;) - I am in the EST area, and will not be online all the while. If you do not get a reply back sooner, it means I may be busy. So, try to be patient and know I’ll get back to you when I have time free! :) - We’re here for a lovely time, not a bad time. ;)

[expeditionhorizons]

wusty

[ask-the-trains]

Rusty: *sighs* I said what I said...

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

[repair--truck]

Wrench rapidly shook her head. “I-I can’t see..!” She repeated panicked, carefully moving closer to him, careful to not accidentally bump into anything. “P-please, help me..” She whimpered again. Her usual red eyes were extremely lighter than usual and her pupils looked ..grey?

[ask-the-trains]

Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

[repair--truck]

Wrench flinched slightly as he suddenly touched her forearms, her hands instinctively cramping to fists. Though she nodded slightly, trying to breathe calmly yet there was a slight shake in her breathing. Eventually her breathing calmed down slightly, but she still looked as worried and scared as previously, only her posture has changed slightly to a more calm manner. Her eyes were flickering around, trying desperately to fix onto something but unable as she was quiet literally blind.

[ask-the-trains]

At this moment, Krupp could not register what was happening before him.

“Y-You were right…” The truck blinked, as he now knew where Wrench was coming from. “How did this happen?”

[repair--truck]

Wrench shrugged slightly, "I-I don't know. I just woke up blind earlier.." She replied, actually not knowing how or why she was blind now.

[ask-the-trains]

The radio of Krupp's headset vibrates against one of his temples.. “Hold that thought, Wrench. Sorry…”

He switches the dial at the end, as though to take a call. “Purse…!” Krupp chirps almost half-sheepishly. A quiet beat goes by, as Purse's voice was not fully within Wrench's earshot, then… “Yeah, I may be a bit late, unfortunately…Wrench is in…" Krupp looks back at her concernedly. "Something. I'm rather tongue-tied to describe it..."

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked blinked confused for a second. She then frowned, yet looking as worried as ever. "Just say that I'm blind all of a sudden. It's not hard to describe it." She said, a bit confused.

[ask-the-trains]

“Hold on,” Krupp murmured. Bringing his attention back to Wrench, he gives her a careful look. “Wrench, it is not the fact that I don’t know you are blind. It’s only that I’m a little nervous, given that a certain system between both of my ears are trying to figure out how to best help you.”

Within his radio line, he reverses his attention to Purse again, placing a hand on the edge of his headset. “My apologies. You were saying?”

[repair--truck]

Wrench still frowned, she crossed her arms and sighed in slight annoyance. Now she looked more annoyed than worried, rather glaring up to Krupp, or at least glaring over to a point where she thought Krupp's face was. So she was just glaring with a very pissed expression over at a point that was just a little next to his face.

[ask-the-trains]

"...n-no no. There's no need, Purse." Another collected bundle of time passes with Krupp's call, and he paces throughout the room, desperately trying his best to ignore what he had done to Wrench. "Purse, I will handle this myself. What have I just told you?"

[gb-diesellok]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Dinah: *excitedly creeps up towards you, holding something behind her back* Oh, Greazy-caaaakes…! Look what I foooound…!

I don't notice her coming up to me over the sounds of my twin motors or the work i was doing, not until she speaks up. Thats when I stopped to look at her with a soft smile, "Greasy cakes? Heheh, is that a new pet name for me?"

I lower myself a bit to be at her height and cup her chin. "What did you find, darling?"

[ask-the-trains]

Indeed, a brief and careful switching of the arms was required for presenting her finding. But Dinah maneuvers them to the front, revealing a small doe-eyed kitten snuggling against her. This gray-shaded British shorthair, in question, was the kind of sight one could easily squeal upon; Laugh amungst; Even keep in their memory with every piece of their being.

Dinah then aims a hopeful smile the diesel engine’s way. “Suprise, suprise…!”

[gb-diesellok]

The diesel was large and this kitten so small... he was at the very least a 28 foot tall machine. His camera-eyes focused on the kitten and then he gently used a single finger to pet it. The ridges on the pad of his finger meant to help him grip things, also helped him sense the softness of the grey cat. "Are you sure it won't be afraid of me? I'm nervous...dont want to hurt it.."

[ask-the-trains]

“I'm sure it won't-” Dinah started, with her sentence cut short by a faint mew of the kitten. It’s caramel eyes looked up at the much-taller engine, seemingly uncertain over his presence.

Hoping to immediately change the waters between the two, Dinah sends the feline into a mountain of reassuring pets, bringing it nearly half an inch closer to her shoulder blade . "Okay, darlin'. I know..." she murmurs to them. "He ain't gonna hurt'cha. It's alright...That's Greaseball, 'mah boyfriend."

[scootyscootz]

Dinah because I like her and I can't stop listening to stex, send help 💙

[ask-the-trains]

Dinah: *squealing at the photo* Ya made me look great, darlin’!

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

[repair--truck]

Wrench rapidly shook her head. “I-I can’t see..!” She repeated panicked, carefully moving closer to him, careful to not accidentally bump into anything. “P-please, help me..” She whimpered again. Her usual red eyes were extremely lighter than usual and her pupils looked ..grey?

[ask-the-trains]

Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

[repair--truck]

Wrench flinched slightly as he suddenly touched her forearms, her hands instinctively cramping to fists. Though she nodded slightly, trying to breathe calmly yet there was a slight shake in her breathing. Eventually her breathing calmed down slightly, but she still looked as worried and scared as previously, only her posture has changed slightly to a more calm manner. Her eyes were flickering around, trying desperately to fix onto something but unable as she was quiet literally blind.

[ask-the-trains]

At this moment, Krupp could not register what was happening before him.

“Y-You were right…” The truck blinked, as he now knew where Wrench was coming from. “How did this happen?”

[repair--truck]

Wrench shrugged slightly, "I-I don't know. I just woke up blind earlier.." She replied, actually not knowing how or why she was blind now.

[ask-the-trains]

The radio of Krupp's headset vibrates against one of his temples.. “Hold that thought, Wrench. Sorry…”

He switches the dial at the end, as though to take a call. “Purse…!” Krupp chirps almost half-sheepishly. A quiet beat goes by, as Purse's voice was not fully within Wrench's earshot, then… “Yeah, I may be a bit late, unfortunately…Wrench is in…" Krupp looks back at her concernedly. "Something. I'm rather tongue-tied to describe it..."

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked blinked confused for a second. She then frowned, yet looking as worried as ever. "Just say that I'm blind all of a sudden. It's not hard to describe it." She said, a bit confused.

[ask-the-trains]

“Hold on,” Krupp murmured. Bringing his attention back to Wrench, he gives her a careful look. “Wrench, it is not the fact that I don’t know you are blind. It’s only that I’m a little nervous, given that a certain system between both of my ears are trying to figure out how to best help you.”

Within his radio line, he reverses his attention to Purse again, placing a hand on the edge of his headset. “My apologies. You were saying?”

[gb-diesellok]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Dinah: *excitedly creeps up towards you, holding something behind her back* Oh, Greazy-caaaakes…! Look what I foooound…!

I don't notice her coming up to me over the sounds of my twin motors or the work i was doing, not until she speaks up. Thats when I stopped to look at her with a soft smile, "Greasy cakes? Heheh, is that a new pet name for me?"

I lower myself a bit to be at her height and cup her chin. "What did you find, darling?"

[ask-the-trains]

Indeed, a brief and careful switching of the arms was required for presenting her finding. But Dinah maneuvers them to the front, revealing a small doe-eyed kitten snuggling against her. This gray-shaded British shorthair, in question, was the kind of sight one could easily squeal upon; Laugh amungst; Even keep in their memory with every piece of their being.

Dinah then aims a hopeful smile the diesel engine’s way. “Suprise, suprise…!”

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

[repair--truck]

Wrench rapidly shook her head. “I-I can’t see..!” She repeated panicked, carefully moving closer to him, careful to not accidentally bump into anything. “P-please, help me..” She whimpered again. Her usual red eyes were extremely lighter than usual and her pupils looked ..grey?

[ask-the-trains]

Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

[repair--truck]

Wrench flinched slightly as he suddenly touched her forearms, her hands instinctively cramping to fists. Though she nodded slightly, trying to breathe calmly yet there was a slight shake in her breathing. Eventually her breathing calmed down slightly, but she still looked as worried and scared as previously, only her posture has changed slightly to a more calm manner. Her eyes were flickering around, trying desperately to fix onto something but unable as she was quiet literally blind.

[ask-the-trains]

At this moment, Krupp could not register what was happening before him.

“Y-You were right…” The truck blinked, as he now knew where Wrench was coming from. “How did this happen?”

[repair--truck]

Wrench shrugged slightly, "I-I don't know. I just woke up blind earlier.." She replied, actually not knowing how or why she was blind now.

[ask-the-trains]

The radio of Krupp's headset vibrates against one of his temples.. “Hold that thought, Wrench. Sorry…”

He switches the dial at the end, as though to take a call. “Purse…!” Krupp chirps almost half-sheepishly. A quiet beat goes by, as Purse's voice was not fully within Wrench's earshot, then… “Yeah, I may be a bit late, unfortunately…Wrench is in…" Krupp looks back at her concernedly. "Something. I'm rather tongue-tied to describe it..."

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

[repair--truck]

Wrench rapidly shook her head. “I-I can’t see..!” She repeated panicked, carefully moving closer to him, careful to not accidentally bump into anything. “P-please, help me..” She whimpered again. Her usual red eyes were extremely lighter than usual and her pupils looked ..grey?

[ask-the-trains]

Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

[repair--truck]

Wrench flinched slightly as he suddenly touched her forearms, her hands instinctively cramping to fists. Though she nodded slightly, trying to breathe calmly yet there was a slight shake in her breathing. Eventually her breathing calmed down slightly, but she still looked as worried and scared as previously, only her posture has changed slightly to a more calm manner. Her eyes were flickering around, trying desperately to fix onto something but unable as she was quiet literally blind.

[ask-the-trains]

At this moment, Krupp could not register what was happening before him.

“Y-You were right…” The truck blinked, as he now knew where Wrench was coming from. “How did this happen?”

[ask-the-trains]

✨open starter alert✨

Mavis: *dramatic gasp*

FRIENDS…!

I have found a terribly long lost kitten, wandering about the yard…Pray you all, does it belong to anybody?

[jessi-stex-rp-and-ask-blog]

Cettie looked at the kitten in Mavis’ arms. “Awww it’s so cute!!”.She squealed excitedly. “Can I keep it if you can’t find it’s owner?Pleaseee Mavisss?”.The mail car begged.

[ask-the-trains]

"Well...I don't know."

She sends an anxious glance the cuddled feline's way. The stray in her arms was a gray pillow of fluff, that happened to be an oversized exotic shorthair. Its rounded face, equipped with slightly curled ears, looked up at Cettie with warm golden eyes.

"Methinks I musn't give the poor cat to you without its original owner's consent...If it *does* have one. I really don't want to upset anyone over the business of a mere stray..." Mavis thought aloud.

[jessi-stex-rp-and-ask-blog]

“Oh...”.Cettie mumbled. “Can I help you try find its owner then?”.She asked,Reaching out and stroking the kitten’s head gently

[ask-the-trains]

She gratefully nodded to the mail car. "If you would, Mistress Cettie...! I thank ye quite humbly!" Mavis then allows Cettie to pet the kitten for a moment.

The cat in question was a young fluffball of an exotic shorthair. Black tiger stripes and eyes of Carmel had glorified its disposition. They peered up at Cettie, confused, yet accepting of the attention.

[jessi-stex-rp-and-ask-blog]

Cettie smiled and stroked the kitten’s head. “Does it not have a collar then?”.She asked.

[ask-the-trains]

“Oh, Methinks it does…” mused the jester truck. Her hand gently fumbled near a black collar, fastened round the feline’s neck, until it stopped against a round tag. She holds it upward some within eyesight, squinting at it a moment.

“Noom…” she read aloud. “It says his name is Noom.”

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

[repair--truck]

Wrench rapidly shook her head. “I-I can’t see..!” She repeated panicked, carefully moving closer to him, careful to not accidentally bump into anything. “P-please, help me..” She whimpered again. Her usual red eyes were extremely lighter than usual and her pupils looked ..grey?

[ask-the-trains]

Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

[cb-redcaboose]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

[ask-the-trains]

The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.

“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.

She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.

“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”

[cb-redcaboose]

“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.

[ask-the-trains]

Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.

Showtime.

There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.

She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”

[cb-redcaboose]

CB huffed. “showoff” was all he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, he knew he’d be getting replaced, but not by this…very flashy caboose. He looked at Rusty with an unamused look. “She always like that?” He chuckled and looked back up at Mavis. “Quite the show, I do say so myself.” He joked. “No wonder Electra picked you.” He smirked and looked her up and down, examining her. “Now…why is she here again exactly?”

[ask-the-trains]

Rusty shrugs a little, at response to CB's earlier utterance. "She's got psychic powers. You'll get used to it."

Upon the mentioning of yet another unfamiliar train, Mavis hums thoughtfully. "I oft heard of this Master 'Electra' amongst few of the coaches I did meet--Like the ever-passing gentle Mistress Pearl. B-But I n'er met him just yet, so..."

[cb-redcaboose]

“He’s a dick, don’t trust ‘em.” CB sneered. “Anyways, you two wanna come in?” He gestured to the doorway. “I got drinks, and I need some company after all”

[ask-the-trains]

But you didn’t, Rusty nearly wanted to say.

“Oh, thank you. But, maybe we shouldn’t get up in your business too much.” he replies, giving the caboose another apologetic grin. “We know we don’t have to stick around here an eternity, or-“

[greenghostlyjekyll]

Favorite Stex Character Tournament : Round 1

Favorite Main Engine!

Rusty the Steam Engine

Poppa McCoy the Retired Champion

Greaseball the Diesel Engine

Electra the Electric Engine

Voting ended onFeb 13, 2023

FAVORITE STEX CHARACTER TOURAMENT HUB

[ask-the-trains]

Rusty: Wow…Never thought even this would happen. But, here we are I guess!

[cb-redcaboose]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

[ask-the-trains]

The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.

“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.

She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.

“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”

[cb-redcaboose]

“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.

[ask-the-trains]

Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.

Showtime.

There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.

She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”

[cb-redcaboose]

CB huffed. “showoff” was all he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, he knew he’d be getting replaced, but not by this…very flashy caboose. He looked at Rusty with an unamused look. “She always like that?” He chuckled and looked back up at Mavis. “Quite the show, I do say so myself.” He joked. “No wonder Electra picked you.” He smirked and looked her up and down, examining her. “Now…why is she here again exactly?”

[ask-the-trains]

Rusty shrugs a little, at response to CB's earlier utterance. "She's got psychic powers. You'll get used to it."

Upon the mentioning of yet another unfamiliar train, Mavis hums thoughtfully. "I oft heard of this Master 'Electra' amongst few of the coaches I did meet--Like the ever-passing gentle Mistress Pearl. B-But I n'er met him just yet, so..."

[cb-redcaboose]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

[ask-the-trains]

The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.

“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.

She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.

“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”

[cb-redcaboose]

“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.

[ask-the-trains]

Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.

Showtime.

There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.

She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”

[cb-redcaboose]

(( from @ask-the-trains ))

Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

[ask-the-trains]

The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.

“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.

She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.

“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”

[ask-the-trains]

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

[repair--truck]

Wrench blinked, nodding slightly. “I know, you’ve told me yesterday.. I-I meant, I literally can’t see you right now. In fact, I can barely see anything right now. A-and I don’t know why, and it’s freaking me out. And before you ask, I asked you because I can’t find the others because I can’t see..!” Although, she started fairly calm, her voice soon turned panicked, and despite that she would definitely answer ‘no’ to the question if she was panicking, her hands were shaking immensely in panic.

“Please, help me.” She whimpered out, reaching out with shaking hands towards him. Wrench hated it to admit, but she was scared, deeply scared of her current situation.

[ask-the-trains]

Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.