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@xconductor
hello habaneros
choo choo, cinnamon-princess
█┆❜ ♛; 𝒴our devilish conductor is wishing everyone a safe Halloween!
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HEAVY WHEEZING, CAN THIS HAPPEN IN THE MOVIE
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.
シン・しいたけ on twitter.
【 ❈ 𝔸𝕐𝔸𝕄𝔼-𝕊𝔸𝕄𝔸。】 ᵃʳᵃᵍᵃᶰᵉ
@xconductor·
“Y-Yukina-san?!”
❝ ...!! ..! ❞
❝ Aya━me...? ❞
Alright, now she’s going to swear she didn’t witness that.
the D A Y B R E A K has come.
( independent YUKINA && AYAME && MUMEI of kōtetsujō no kabaneri )
TWO DIFFERENT WORDS EXIST
She was walking along the BORDERLINE . As she was walking , rain started to FALL . RAINDROPS LIKE HER TEARS .
PORTRAYED BY BUNNY / CHELLY .
PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG !
【 ❈ ℍ𝕀𝕂𝔸。】ᶠᵒʲᶤˢᵗᶤᶜ
❛ 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.❞
【 ❈ 𝔹𝕀𝔹𝔸'𝕊 ℙ𝔼𝕆ℙ𝕃𝔼。】ᵗᵉᶰᵏˣᶰ
“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.
⠀
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.
i have never been this inactive before
[ whispers it's cinnamon-hime here ;u; ]
Cinnamon-hime !!
【 ❈ ℍ𝕀𝕂𝔸。】ᶠᵒʲᶤˢᵗᶤᶜ
❛ 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?❞
【 ❈ 𝔹𝕀𝔹𝔸'𝕊 ℙ𝔼𝕆ℙ𝕃𝔼。】ᵗᵉᶰᵏˣᶰ
“But it isn’t the fastest.”
That, and the passenger’s safety wasn’t their top concern. They only needed enough bodies for the Kabane, and Ayame Yomogawa, but he chose not to say it.
Soujirou didn’t question the order, nor did he ask whether a few day’s difference mattered. Lord Biba was an intelligent and capable man, so he trusted his judgment.
“I assure you, we want to take your princess safely to Kongoukaku as much as you do. If anything happens on the way…” His hand went to his sword sheathed at his side. It was both a threat and a promise. “The Hunters will take care of it.”
❝ … ❞
█┆❜ ♛; Yukina punctured him with a slanted look. A beat of contemplative silence overcame her and she didn’t pursue the conversation. Instead, her attention wavered – threatening to forfeit entirely to the thought of all passengers that the Hunters were about to condemn in the wake of this order.
The passive-aggression that this particular Hunter employed goaded a fervent sentiment to the engineer’s thorax, igniting the flame that already simmered so potently. Yet, Yukina hindered the seething ire from occupying the nether of her mind and swiveled around to grip the controls with, what was perhaps, a little too much force.
She proffered a stiff nod; a painstaking effort to maintain civility. There was nothing she could do to defy the Hunters’ oppressing authority.
❝ You and your crew disgust me. ❞
Without further discourse, Yukina steered the turn; each cars of the locomotive maneuvered in a compliant succession. The Hayajiro rearranged itself to a new commute, tracing an arc across the abysmal rails.
And her chest tightened with an all too familiar sense of foreboding.
【 ❈ 𝔹𝕀𝔹𝔸'𝕊 ℙ𝔼𝕆ℙ𝕃𝔼。】ᵗᵉᶰᵏˣᶰ
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“Slow down. We’re going to be changing course.”
He was no conductor, only delivering orders from Lord Biba.
Judging by the glares he’d received passing through the cabin, Soujirou could tell the crew resented his presence. It was no great surprise, considering the Hunters had hijacked their hayajiro. Many remained steadfastly loyal to their lady.
Then again, Biba didn’t need their loyalty. Only cooperation.
“That won’t be a problem, right, Miss?”
❝ Huh? ❞
█┆❜ ♛; Turning entirely in her seat, Yukina’s wiry frame negotiated the steel of the chair in hesitation; conflicted by his request. Any orders that weren’t from the heiress were ones that she felt reluctant to obey. Especially as they were pressed under Biba’s menacing authority, a sense of trepidation was quickly erected, befallen the Koutetsujou’s crew with fear for the impending future.
❝ This current route is the most stable route to Kongoukaku. ❞ She insisted, corrugating her brows; her green eyes implored him with a vestige of incredulity. ❝ I … do not understand how changing course would continue to ensure the passenger’s safety. ❞
You're beautiful.
█┆❜ ♛; ❝ Beautiful? ❞ Yukina blinked, and couldn’t help but realize how long it had been since she had been called that. More often than not, she was synonymous to the appearance of the conductor’s chair, and in some ways, she preferred that. A certain sense of anonymity made the conducting life easier for her. Regardless, the compliment softened her phlegmatic features and she welcomed it with kind smile. ❝ Thank you. ❞
【 ❈ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼ℝ。】ᵃᵗᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵈᶤˢᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ
He nods his head, finding no reason to disagree with the sentiment. Even with the city being so advanced, always forward moving, there’s something nice about the fact that there’ll always be a train line – like a longstanding tradition, or something like that. “Mm. This here’s the Toyoko Line, that connects this place, Shibuya, to Yokohama. And see that pink stripe above the door? That’s how you know these are the 5050 series. Similar to the 5000, but the difference is that the 5000s have a green stripe and they come in ten car sets, while the 5050s only come in sets of eight.”
█┆❜ ♛; Rationing her attention, Yukina retains an eye on the locomotive as her focus diverges to his elucidation regarding the pigmented stripes. She blinks incredulously at the coloration that distinguished each car, her keen oculars ruminating over the finer details. A revelation. These trains are certainly not the ones that she is accustomed to.
❝ Huh. You are quite knowledgeable. Do you happen to be an engineer, of sorts? ❞ The query departs in haste, and finally she pivots around to confront her newfound companion. A curt nod is established. ❝ I am a steam train operator. Currently in training, actually. ❞