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He laughed loudly, "My family? I will protect them like allies. But like my family, I would have to slay them all now." he stood up and looked around then down inside the car, "I will help you. Any demon of Ice is mine and mine alone. Any demon who speaks my name point them my way. I have a vendetta as well Miss. And I seek to settle the score for what they did to me." he dropped inside the car and found himself a quite spot for now, away from the others.His way of saying, 'It's a deal.'

"Deal then." ALex said opening the roof escape and hopping down to the floor, helping Neararo down and closing it after him. She sat down on the cushioned benches and shot a blank in the air to stop the chattering of the people left. "The tournament is canceled, get some rest you will need it for tomorrow."

Neararo went down the escape hearing it close behind Alex and him.The chatter stopped when she fired,They nodded and did as told..
Neararo sat down on a bench thing,his back against the cold side of the train,He sat in the seat alone so he had room to sit like that.

((ven·det·ta
/venˈdetə/
Noun

A blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks vengeance on the murderer or the murderer's family.
A prolonged bitter quarrel with or campaign against someone.

Synonyms
feud - vengeance))


Frost listened to Alex from his own car and smiled, his power pulsed out slowly turning the box he took as his own into a small arctic wonderland. The door even began to grow encased in the demons ice. The brilliant greenish blue soon consumed the entirety of the car, minus the wheels of course.

Alex laid down on the floor to allow rooms for the others and quickly fell asleep to the, now moving again, train making it's way to L.A.

((Thnx))

He layed down on the bench thing,he wasen't much the fan of sleeping beside someone ,he starred at the top of the cart,he couldnt seem to gather enough tiredness to fall asleep until about an hour later.

Sat silently in his car, waiting. He didn't sleep, not anymore. He pulled out his katana and gently ran his finger across the blade, "You will get your fill soon. My only friend. We shall show them the power we have. Why we are better than all other demons." he let the blade encase in ice. "They will regret it all.." he just waited for the train to stop.

He lay asleep in his seat,his dreams,well,rather nighmares were filled with demons,what was yet to come.What if he died like that boy did.Would anyone find out?
He slept on.

Alex woke up several hours later, still in the night, and got up and stretched. She looked over her soldiers and did a quick head count before digging in her bag and grabbing a granola bar. She put the bar in her mouth temporarily and opened the car door, wind smashing against her face as the trained moved, and climbed up the side ladder carefully and laying on the top of the train, tied to the ladder with a rope she brought. Alex unwrapped the bar and started eating it, savoring the flavor.

Rather he was woke up by his nightmares,or the slight sound of Alex exiting the cart,his eyes shot open,he looked out the window across the cart from where he lay,still night,a few hours from dawn maybe.He sighed quietly as if he thought a sigh would wake anyone up,it wouldn't,he sat up,yawning.

He sat in his car, he could hear someone going outside one of the cars, the sound of paper unwrapping and someone chewing. He just shrugged it off and went back to admiring his blade. He took advantage of this moment and pulled off his mask and top. His weapons dropped to the ground and he let himself take his true form. He stretched best he could and crawled around the car. His power unrestricted now made him feel much better. He sighed out a heavy fog, refusing to leave or talk to the others unless he was directly bothered by one beating on his frozen door or until the train would come to its stop.

WHAT THE HELL? I'm gone for two days because I'm sick, and I get to read all this? charming. So what did I miss?

(Not much,fought some black thing..demon i guess,frost joined us,and everyones asleep except Alex.Frost,and me.(crappy but short version))

Jacob walked out of his room carrying a beer bottle, and wearing aviators. His blond hair was flowing as he nodded his head to the beat of Sultans of Swing, by Dire Straits. He had a .44 magnum hammerless in his holster, which was under his arms. No one knew who he was but him, and he intended to keep it that way. As he walked, the music flooded the car, and the smell of smoke became noticed.

"We are the sultans, the Sultans of Swing," Jacob sang along with the music, and walked up to the people. "Hello. What's going on?"

He shifted back rapidly as a new smell filled his nostrils. He pulled his top on and replaced his weapons into their rightful spots as he closed his eyes. He stood straight, one arm at an L shape with his palm facing up. His other hand perpendicular to that one, two fingers raised in front of the bridge of his nose. He focused carefully, listening now to the new voice that he didn't hear earlier when he had first joined the group.

He pushed his focus to its fullest, taking in each detail of the man's voice. He realized the way he spoke wasn't threatening at all. He listened closer to notice some music coming from him as well. A sloshing sound, he had a drink. He opened his eyes. "I doubt he is a threat." he relaxed, a little. He didn't want to fully drop his guard. He kept just enough focus for any signs of distress. He went back to pacing. How much longer would this train ride be? He was growing restless.