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Just watched the two argue, "I do love you humans. I admire you really. You will stand for what you believe in regardless of if you are right or wrong. And you challenge anyone who defies it." he turned his back to them as he walked off, ice forming with each step, "Perhaps I was right to be exiled after all." he went back to the empty car and froze it over once again, returning to his meditation. Whether he liked it or not, Frost now knew he had something in common with the large obnoxious, foul-smelling, drunk warrior. He was already marked an ally now.

The smoke had cleared out now, and he was tired. So he shut off the music, took a shower, and went to bed. Hopefully, they would wake up in Chicago tomorrow morning. Which they did. They were going to pass Chicago. He could see it now, in all it's glory. Buildings towering up above. They also were going to pass by The Center, which he wanted to stop at. When they got close enough, he pulled the emergency stop, and ran off, going to see what he could see: The Memorial.

It was full of names of people who died. Millions of people. And he got to the one who really mattered to him the most: Matt. His best friend. He reached out to the name, putting his hands on the letters.

"Matt..."

After the sudden stop he had slunk out of his car and silently followed the large man. He watched his actions, his head tilted, "Matt...he must of been close. Someone you could trust with your life." Frost spoke softly, yet could still be easily heard. He approached the wall by Jacob, letting his cold aura radiate off around him. He touched the wall, ice forming off his tips and he let go, "Why are they on here? For what purpose did you humans record these names?"

"He was my best friend from birth... One of the only three I trusted my life with... He died saving me," Jacob had a single tear in his eye as he read the wall. There was only his name, his rank, and his birth and death date on there. But he knew that in Naperville, his grave was there. The grave he made. "This is to remember those who died during the war. All these people died here. There's one at every city."

"You all mourn death of those who fall? Carry them on? Perhaps my clan can learn something of humans. If one fell in our ranks...he was weak and dishonored. No matter why he died. No one dared to speak against what was there. Well, one did. The prince of the Kori Clan. Said they was acting in foul ways, they should rise to be better...he...he went missing. His name is a curse now."

Frost walked off, "You have another side though, here I thought humans were all the same. One image, stone cold, unable to understand anything. Intriguing how wrong demons are about humans. I wonder if it is the same the other way as well..." he went back into his car and sealed it shut with ice once more.

He watched the two from a train window,never had he been to Chigago,but he did know what that wall was.He had seen like it in another city.When Frost returned and went back to his cart he could feel the cold from there.

"Maybe..." Jacob couldn't think of much when he got up. He lit a cigarette, and sat by the memorial. He sometimes could talk to Matt, but never would he see him. It was just that way. He thought about all the times they spent together, all they did. And he cried. He didn't know why, but he cried. He just sat there with his cigarette and cried. No one bothered to tell him not to smoke, no one arrested him for leaning against the memorial. Nothing.

Frost slipped from his own car once more and decided since it wasn't moving for now he would explore. He peered out the window to glance at Jacob and shrugged moving on through. He studied the others he would be fighting along side, sizing them up of how much potential they really had. Most he passed he just sighed and shook his head. "No wonder demons decided to over take the human world." he stopped at the end of the train and looked out, "This is so...dear god what am I doing."


He seemed half lost in thought, the window begining to freeze over, proof that he wasn't truly looking at anything and just standing there. It was odd possibly. The reclusive demon, who hates his own kind for whatever reason, now standing in plain sight..to think.

Jacob got up, crushed his cigarette, got another one, and said goodbye. His hand slowly left the wall of the memorial, and opened the door to his car. He slowly walked in, anger filling his eyes, but soon overcome by sadness. Instead of going to his car, though, he walked to the conductor, and pushed him out of the way.

"Elevator straight to hell, GOING DOWN!" He shouted, and gunned the train, the engines shouting out and then moving forward. He walked back to his cabin, standing, looking out the window. "I'm bringing you back, Matt. I'm bringing you back,"

He had watched Jacob leave the wall,he could see the sadness in his expression,everything went silent ,that is until the train started moving again. I suppose we're done with Chigago he thought to himself,looking away from the window as the wall went out of sight behind them,,

He felt the train buckle and move and then turned to walk back to the rest of the group and looked around at them, "Our next destination is L.A., Correct?" His voice harsh and raspy. As if if we was winter incarnate. His eyes moved from face to face waiting any answer. He was growing restless without anything to do and was more than eager to get to paying back his 'kin'

Neararo looked at Frost “As far as i know that is correct,L.A”
He looked away from him since he had his answer now.,If only trains had more to do,it felt like they had been aboard this train for years,maybe even decades,but he knew it wasent that much time.

"What the hell do you think?" Jacob looked over his shoulder, and cracked his neck. This kid was pissed beyond belief, and nothing would satisfy him except for maybe whiskey, and beating the crap out of Satan. Jacob grabbed his holsters, belt, and bomber jacket, and put them on. Next was his aviators, and now he was ready. He had God's Warrior in his hands, a 13mm Thompson with runes engraved on the bullets, both of his .44 magnum hammerless, and a little secret. Invisible armor that he hid with his mind.

"It's gonna be a bit, but if you want, I can speed this baby up,"

“Be my guest” he said tired of train riding,it felt so continuous,un ending. He looked at you.Anyone who wasen't blind could tell Jacob was pissed right then and there,simple,everyone could tell,everyone here.

Frost walked past Jacob, "You seem tense. How about a spar. No killing. In fact, I will not fight back. I shall take a full defensive. Let you work out that frustration." he motioned bye as he walked past, "I am sure you will be able to locate which car I am in."

"I'll be back," And Jacob walked out of the car, knowing full well where he was. This spar might be a good thing for him, and might release tension. But it also might hurt his partner. When he got to the car, he shed his jacket, glasses, and holster, putting on his half gloves. "Get ready,"

Turned towards Jacob, "I respect you." he tossed off his weapons and began to restrict his ice aura to keep from hurting him from frostbite. "You stand tall." He would pop his neck as he took an odd stance(Choy Lee Fut) and reached up with one hand pushing back his hood to show his icy hair.

"You are proud of who are, what you were." He pulled down his mask, a sign of respect to a trusted person. "You remind me of myself when I was Prince." scars ran across his mouth, scars that were from being stitched shut with think twine.

"A man I could keep secrets with." he nodded to Jacob, "When are are ready sir. Bring all you have."

"Thanks, Frost. Maybe we both will survive," Jacob cracked his knuckles, and gave the sign, pulling his hair into a ponytail to keep it out of his face, but it wouldn't be easy. This person spoke the truth. Jacob was a man who was proud of who he was, and what he did. But he was more. He was legend, and he wasn't easily conquered. "You ready? Lets go,"

He put his full force, a massive amount, into his punch, going straight to his partners chest. Not too fast, and not too slow.

Shifted position and tossed his palm in the way, "I did say full defensive. Show me what you have. The day a human breaks a demon to death bare handed, I will go to a hot spring." he laughed and reshifted. His legs parted and crouched, his palms facing and pointed opposite directions. His eyes set on Jacob, his torso facing to the left.

"So you did, well, here's all I got!" Jacob became a flurry of high speed punches and kicks directed at the weak spots, and he moved like lightning. He was propelled by a force that not too many would see: anger, and his past. He moved just as fast as the demon, almost faster, it seemed.