No Train No Gain (W/ Professor Wednesday)
Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2022 8:53 pm
The strong wind blew dust and a lone tumble weed across the empty train station. Pale red brick, that lost it's saturation to the steady and constant blanket from the scorching sunlight, was utilized when creating this station and from the eye of an artist it was very clear that this station must've been quite beautiful during it's first years after construction. Only now after years of wear and tear, as well as the lack of travelers, it looked bleak and almost abandoned. Fliers were posted against a news board with crude drawings of Grimm on horseback surrounded the one wanted poster of a group that recently gained fame for robbing the railroads in the outskirts and less guarded portions of Remnant. There was only one person inside of the ticket booth, behind a thick set of bars and an even thicker glass pane that acted as a first line of defense, the mounted shotgun with boxes of shells made it clear that the occupant had his contingencies.
The only other person at the station sat alone on a dusty bench strumming a simple tune on his acoustic guitar as he waited, the careful and perceptive eyes of Rouge watched his surroundings with alert. His outfit was entirely different than those he usually wore around for his missions and school life, completely ditching the eastern style robe and sandals. Currently he had a brown leather duster, adorned with embroidered black and brick red desert roses as well as their stems and thorns growing a thick bramble at the bottom. His pants were replaced with brown jeans with the striking scarlet red sash wrapped tightly around it with the two ends coming halfway down on his right thigh. Black and brown cowboy boots replaced his sandals and finally to top it all of is a brown cowboy hat with an actual desert rose being tied down with some scarlet cord. To his right was an opened guitar case with his sword and sheathe resting comfortable inside, the handle propped out and pointed towards it's wielder.
Rouge was here to assist with the nearby town with their train issues, alongside a Professor who currently wasn't there and Rouge isn't sure who he has this mission with, and if they are even coming. The village in need of help, needs to receive this supply train and all of the cargo on it and then send off large shipments of unrefined dust to a factory a full day's worth of traveling away. The train already has a team of hunters and mercenaries who will be departing at this stop while Rouge and this Professor will be boarding, basically passing the baton. For the few hours Rouge has been here he has already asked all of the questions he needed at the ticket booth of the group that has been making the attacks, how many are usually making the attack, and what weapons they used. Then when Rouge brought up a question if any Grimm have been sighted after the attack, the Ticket Master whimpered and refused to answer anymore questions.
To keep with the theme, Rouge started strumming a rather rhythmic tune that rode the fine line between country and blues. His fingers playing the strings with masterful dexterity and he thought of the lyrics he heard from the old man at the bar. The sadness and determination in his voice matched that same intensity and earnest of the white haired, handlebar mustache man that sung it. "Well, I won't back down. No, I wont back down. You can stand me up at the gates of hell. But I won't back down. Gonna stand my ground. Won't be turned around. And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down. Gonna stand my ground. And I won't back down" The strumming and song came to an end as Rouge's ears picked up the sound of scuffling feet, the Ticket Master caught his attention as he exited his safe room and posted a new flier. This one of Grimm with the body of a lion and the face and wings of an eagle. Then he ran back into his room and from the sounds of all the latches and locks, he wont be coming out anytime soon.
The only other person at the station sat alone on a dusty bench strumming a simple tune on his acoustic guitar as he waited, the careful and perceptive eyes of Rouge watched his surroundings with alert. His outfit was entirely different than those he usually wore around for his missions and school life, completely ditching the eastern style robe and sandals. Currently he had a brown leather duster, adorned with embroidered black and brick red desert roses as well as their stems and thorns growing a thick bramble at the bottom. His pants were replaced with brown jeans with the striking scarlet red sash wrapped tightly around it with the two ends coming halfway down on his right thigh. Black and brown cowboy boots replaced his sandals and finally to top it all of is a brown cowboy hat with an actual desert rose being tied down with some scarlet cord. To his right was an opened guitar case with his sword and sheathe resting comfortable inside, the handle propped out and pointed towards it's wielder.
Rouge was here to assist with the nearby town with their train issues, alongside a Professor who currently wasn't there and Rouge isn't sure who he has this mission with, and if they are even coming. The village in need of help, needs to receive this supply train and all of the cargo on it and then send off large shipments of unrefined dust to a factory a full day's worth of traveling away. The train already has a team of hunters and mercenaries who will be departing at this stop while Rouge and this Professor will be boarding, basically passing the baton. For the few hours Rouge has been here he has already asked all of the questions he needed at the ticket booth of the group that has been making the attacks, how many are usually making the attack, and what weapons they used. Then when Rouge brought up a question if any Grimm have been sighted after the attack, the Ticket Master whimpered and refused to answer anymore questions.
To keep with the theme, Rouge started strumming a rather rhythmic tune that rode the fine line between country and blues. His fingers playing the strings with masterful dexterity and he thought of the lyrics he heard from the old man at the bar. The sadness and determination in his voice matched that same intensity and earnest of the white haired, handlebar mustache man that sung it. "Well, I won't back down. No, I wont back down. You can stand me up at the gates of hell. But I won't back down. Gonna stand my ground. Won't be turned around. And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down. Gonna stand my ground. And I won't back down" The strumming and song came to an end as Rouge's ears picked up the sound of scuffling feet, the Ticket Master caught his attention as he exited his safe room and posted a new flier. This one of Grimm with the body of a lion and the face and wings of an eagle. Then he ran back into his room and from the sounds of all the latches and locks, he wont be coming out anytime soon.