Rickety Ride (Open) Jan 29, 2020 18:59:38 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Jan 29, 2020 18:59:38 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
It was jerky but predictable, dissonant and yet structured all the while. The noise which Sanbu heard was getting rhythmic to him and he enjoyed it. Normally, transportation through means other than his own person were deemed unfavorable. Oddly enough however, he had a change of heart for this occasion. Rarely did he so ever travel by train and typically it was never for such an extended period of time. There was no specific destination in mind nor an expectation for what he should find upon this journey of his. To see as much as the land offered was his aim here, whatever that really meant. Perhaps to literally see was not the most accurate term. He was not actually inspecting the very ground he was travelling across really. Something else was afoot here and it was clear to him.
The train was one of standard affair, it was not all that remarkable admittedly. It got the job done and that was what counted, he had a tender heart for humble means. Notably, this was not the best way to be frugal with his methods but he still enjoyed it. He could have flown laps around the earth at this point but there seemed to be a certain charm to the manner in which he commuted. To take things slowly and gracefully was his goal, it did him no good to rush things which needed no urgency. Wherever this train led. it was certain that nothing was waiting for him nor was he waiting for anything. Journeying was well more important than whatever lain to be found in whatever future he would be a part of.
"There has got to be at least a hundred or so cars on this train. After suffice enough exploration it seems I still haven't seen nearly half of them yet, let alone have I talked with most of these people. Strange, of all the cars for me to be in and this one's empty. Is there something wrong with this car?" Sanbu looked around as he got a sense of his surroundings, eyeing with great intrigue at what stood before him. A drab setting, dark and damp, made of a complex mixture of both wood and metal. There were bunks on either side of the car and the Majin happened to be in one. Staring at the very ceiling that gazed back at him terribly as he let the sound of locomotion and rainfall drown out further thought and confusion. There was a time and place for such matters.