Ordinary Days

[Dracos]

Dracos waits for a pause in their conversation, glancing over Uns.  "Hey Paul, how you doing?  I didn't exactly see what had happened to you during that fight, but you looked pretty damn bad when we got down there."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"I... I don't know. I got fucking shot. Everything went all indistinct, like I was watching a TV covered in Vaseline, and listening to sounds underwater. I remember being dragged to safety. I remember the men coming out on the balcony. I remember singing. Then... I woke up, and suddenly I'm fine, except for this dull ache."

[Dracos]

"Hmm..." Dracos nodded.  "Better than it could've been.  Take care of yourself though until that goes away."

Dracos leaned back, glancing out the window and taking a gander at the scenary if he can see any of it.

Dracos

[Brian]

"Durant," the kid mumbles, nodding.  "Yume, dream."

The scenery is pretty generic, as it's already the dark of evening.  The driver is humming to himself tunelessly.  One thing you do see is a satchel with quite a bit of money stuffed into it.  If your exchange rates are correct, then there's about four thousand dollars in euros in a bag the driver left on his passenger seat.

Tetsuo starts checking himself out, like he's expecting to find a grevious injury his body just forgot to inform him about.  After a minute of prodding his arms, legs, and running a hand over what he can reach of his own back, he settles down, but still seems not to trust the driver.

[Dracos]

Dracos considers and then relaxes, leaning back and getting as comfortable as possible to rest himself for the eventual chaos later.

Dracos

[Brian]

Time passes.

The four of you remain completely silent until the driver (in some city you didn't catch the name of) pulls over next to a train station, yawns expansively, and then opens the door.

[Dracos]

Dracos stood up, stretched, and nodded at the guy.  "Thanks for the help."

He gestured to the others, getting the sack of money and quickly doing an eye survey of the bus to see if they'd gotten their bags aboard by any chance.  "Move it folks."

Dracos

[Brian]

The driver makes a point of not watching you enter the station; the BCK stays a few steps behind Paul, and continually looks around like he's expecting someone to leap out of the shadows and bite him.

[Dracos]

Dracos quickly surveys the station, examining those around and looking for the ticket purchasing office.

Dracos

[Huitzil]

Paul walks out with his hands in his pockets and tries his hardest to look nonchalant despite the fact that he's quite recently been shot, passed out, spirited off to the shadow-world of conspiracies, spirited back, and given a fat sack of cash money.

[Brian]

There's a lot of people here, given that it's mid-evening.  Pretty big station, too, with trains leading everywhere.  You see security cameras, but not many of them.  A place this old looks like it's slipped a short distance through the electronic eye of big-brother, for the moment.

Shouldn't be too hard getting far away before they realize you're gone.

Paul: You know you've got to be blending better than Tetsuo, who looks like a panicky, jumpy, tourist.

[Ginrai]

Yawning, Ginrai keeps up with the others, patiently waiting for the arrival of their train.

"I wonder if we'll end up riding one of those double-decker trains I recall seeing from the last time I was at France, which was early '87.  Never did get a chance to ride on one then and hope to do so this time around since I'm unsure of the next chance I'll get."

[Dracos]

Dracos looks for the board of train destinations, looking specifically for trains leaving shortly as he gets in whatever line there is before the ticket seller.

Dracos

[Brian]

You very quickly find a train leaving in five minutes to some location in Germany.  Passport required.

[Dracos]

Dracos frowned, he had his passport in his wallet, but he didn't know about the others.  Glancing back he gestured them in quickly and asked, "Do you guys have your passports on you?"

Dracos