is anyone alive/making robot noises/option C?

[railwayrhythm]

['Sup, DR? It's been a while since we've seen someone new, huh? Do we even have a bus anymore? That thing just keeps fixing itself. Somehow]

[Like it will be in 3.8 seconds. A gorgeous white train with splashes of electric blue rolls into the DR. Tracks appear before it, the railway behind it fading away]

[Actually, make that BLASTING into the DR, steam whirling behind it as it heads straight for--!]

[BOOM]

[the bus flips into the air like a Team Rocket character punched into the sky. A Len in a conductor's cap hops out of the front cab. He gingerly stares at the front of the train and adjusts the bass guitar slung on his back]

Ahhhh~ Who put that thing in the way of my train?

[the bus CRASHES to the ground with a squeal of metal. Well, guys? Is anyone gonna make this guy pay for the damages?]

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[absoluteblue]

[Not him. He happens to pass by and where the heck these tracks came from? Who let the shota drive the train while he already has his own construction vehicle? These days, they shouldn't let Kagamine drive any dangerous vehicle.]

Ah... There goes the one and only bus. I'm worry about people who lived in there.

[He does sound a little sarcastic.]

[railwayrhythm]

[You'd think people would learn]

People lived in that old thing?

. . . Oops.

[he doesn't sound all that apologetic]

Maybe they'll miraculously survive . . .

[absoluteblue]

Well yeah? The bus is on that spot for reason.

[Thinking back of consequences.]

Nah, they'll probably going to yell at you.

Oh, quite alive, quite so. 's just that I rarely see anyone movin' about here.

[mrlivingskull]

(( ON THAT NOTE WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU SOMEONE I KNOW ))

Just like old times, eh...

[railwayrhythm]

If this happens often, I'm worried about this place.

[his dry tone gives away that no, no he actually doesn't care. but still]

((NO I DON'T THINK SO, I only ever lurked/stalked back in the day. I was too sissy to actually join in. IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU NOW THOUGH. I'M NICO))

Ach, it's too bad you didn't. But it is cool to see you around now. =Db

[mrlivingskull]

[He shrugs.] Not so much anymore. Hell, I don't think th' people who owned that thing're t'start with're still around.

Quiet an' peaceful 'fore you an' your groove train there.

[The groooove train.]

[Yes, there's every chance you actually heard that just then.]

also placeholders everywhere

[altereaped]

[HEY OTHER ME WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, THAT SHIT'S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR ME]

[just manages to dive aside and not get bus'd.]

awesommmmme 8D o7

[railwayrhythm]

[YOU'RE A KAGAMINE YOU'LL BE FINE, RIN PROBABLY HITS HARDER]

[glances over at you like you didn't almost die, o hay]

Good dodge.

[altereaped]

[My sister can hit pretty hard, yeah, but luckily I've never pissed her off enough to liken one of her blows to a literal busload of stuff smacked toward me at high velocity by a speeding train.]

W-what the hell?!

[Yeah, he's just a touch rattled.]

[doubleringuns]

[Wow, so Len gets a fancy shiny new train now?]

[...I want one.]

[railwayrhythm]

[we can pilot her together and we'll rule this popsicle stand]

[but no wait first, he's gonna stare at you like you're the last person he expected to see. BECAUSE HI, YOU ARE]

--Rin?

[doubleringuns]

[Tch, not that like that'd be hard. Who would stop them these days?]

Hey.

[Remarkably unfazed by the whole sight, really, apart from being mildly impressed.]

[hakupier]

[railwayrhythm]

[raises a hand in a wave]

[so 8/10 stuck the landing u go Len?]

[hakupier]

[I -- I'm sorry, what? We're still looking at the aftermath over there.]

[She hopes nobody was inside...]

Placeholder again. I couldn't resist--

[darkshooter]

[Whoa, bus coming toward me. Cannon!]

[Fire!]

[EXPLOSIOOON! And all six seconds of the remaining audio, too. Yes, once again, you actually heard that.]

[And she's standing here with her literal smoking gun like it ain't a thing.]


[...It is, at the very least, highly reminiscent of old times.]

1/2 holy shit I remember that...! haha JUST WHAT WE NEEDED

[railwayrhythm]

[wh..........]

[well. you know what? no. he's not even surprised anymore. he's just gonna. roll with it. yep. after a considerable pause--]

2/2

[railwayrhythm]

[thumbs up] Nice shot.

You were here that long ago? :o and yeah, first things I thought of. x3

[darkshooter]

...

[Shooter responds with only a slight nod, looking back at the addressing Len. If you knew her, though, you'd know this is actually a touch more significant than it looks - it's not often she feels appreciation (even of the small variety), never mind showing it.]

1/2

[futureforbirds]

[Kaito had gotten really accustomed to modern things. Robots, especially, since they were most of who he dealt with on a regular basis. Automobiles like the bus or road roller clicked into recognition at one point. And of course, everything that could possibly be used for music.

But what the hell is this.]

That's huge...!

[abovethewall]

[And Mekaito wooshes to his master's side while he's busy freaking out. He doesn't know what that thing is either, of course.]

Are we under attack?

[biowarfare]

[Enjoying a cup of cocoa, with a straw, the mysterious being walks around. He stands a few feet away from the buss, allowing it to pass without living obstacles in the way 'til a train speeds against it. The mask man drops his drink.]

[He could have DIED from that thing! The kid he spies has no damn clue how to drive that large vehicle.]

... Are you a licensed driver?

[railwayrhythm]

[the boy glances over at the masked guy with a blank expression. he readjusts his cap]

I'm the conductor. [as if that explains everything] But I double as the engineer.

[that doesn't actually.....answer the "licensed" question.... but he sure seems to think it does!]

You shouldn't litter, you know.

[protectiveshadow]

[That bus is done. The train hit it like a wrecking ball indeed. The shadow variant approaches the boy, simply stated out.]

Mister, you're under arrest for underage driving and violations of public's properties and transportation. Also possible deaths to the innocent victims of this city caused by you and you'll be questioned.

Your hands, would you please?

[railwayrhythm]

Wh--

[well, that took longer than expected! he grips the strap of his guitar and takes a step back]

What? No way. I'm not underage, this is my job. [he points to the conductor's cap on his head, like it's as good as ID and registration] I have to repair the train or-- Or I'll be fired!