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The Train to STE Meme (SPOILERS for canon deaths)


You know those Train to the Afterlife memes? In STE the canon versions of all our characters are dead. What if there was a train bearing their spirits on to reincarnation here?

This is a meme where canon versions of the characters can interact. They all know they're dead. They may or may not remember just how they died, or how they got to be on this particular train. Doesn't matter if they'll be born decades apart - that just means some people disembark a little earlier than others. Go over brochures about what your new incarnation will be like, spontaneously turn or be human, try the snack cart, fail to convince the friendly but very busy conductor to give you a transfer, or simply chat.

You just can't stop the train, or leave it. Not yet.

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Potential Fire Emblem spoilers too!

[mysteltinn]

[The door opens to a man.

His age was hard to tell for sure. Anywhere from 40 up. The shots of gray in his otherwise blond mess suggested age, his smile and bright eyes suggested youth, after all. Other then his uncertain age physically, his age timeline wise could be hard to pinpoint- considering he was decked in leather armor and fur trim and yellow silks. Oh and a sword on his hip]

He saw her, and grinned]

...are... you Winry, then?

[endthiscycle]

[The man is a stranger to her, and he definitely does not look like he came from her world. Quite frankly it looks like he stepped out of a fantasy novel, bedecked as he was, Winry found it rather impressive.

The fact he knew her name however did make it evident who he likely was. There was only one person on this train, not from her home that would know.]

That would be me. Owain?

[She stood up, sporting a matching grin. Was it silly to be excited about this? Perhaps. Whether it made sense or not she was suddenly happy at the appearance of the other, as if already they were connected by blood]

[mysteltinn]

That's right!

[He steps into the compartment, grin growing.]

It's nice to meet my future blood... officially.

[endthiscycle]

Likewise. [It was a little funny. They already did have some similar features. Same shade of unruly blonde hair. Bright eyes, strong build, fair skin. Similar jawline even. There were more differences, yes, but they could pass off as being related if they wanted. She wondered how it is that people were paired up.

Winry indicated the seat across from her.]

I got plenty off food. More than I probably should have so there is enough for the both of us. Might as well eat all we can while it doesn't effect us, yea?

[She was eager to know more about him. His likes, dislikes, where he came from.]

[mysteltinn]

[Owain stares at the food, mouth a little agape. So many things he doesn't recognize! He at once grabs a pastry and sits, taking a huge bite and making a slightly embarrassing noise]

Sacred Stones, these are amazing! I suppose you're right: the dead can't really get sick or ... weighty.

[He finishes the treat, before:]

So, Winry, since before long we won't have the chance to share them... tell me about your self. If we're going to be siblings-

[And he squirms a little happily at that, regardless of his age]

we should know each other, right?

[endthiscycle]

She gave a bemused chortle at his obvious enjoyment. Did they not have sweets like these where he came from? Or was it just not something accessible to him? No matter, it made her happy to see him enjoying them.

For now Winry focused on his question, giving it some thought. "Well, I suppose you could say I'm a mix of a doctor and a technician." Who knew where he came from and if they had automail. The thought made her shudder, but it was a very real possibility. Best to try and not use any specific terms.

"I run a place where I help people heal up after injuries, and I specialize in making mechanical prosthetics that help them continue on with their life as unimpeded as possible. I grew up in the countryside in a small village called Rizenbul--it was beautiful."