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[espigeonage]

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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[disdainfully]

[You are not an eagle.

Too small, either way. He's not as confused by a giant talking bird as some others on the train would maybe be, but that doesn't mean that he isn't confused at all. It's just... somewhat softened. Especially because he has other things on his mind.]

...You have its keys? [Does that mean this ...bird - what is it's species? works here?]

[espigeonage]

Ah, no. The Conductor's not one to hold a grudge, but I wasn't quite in a state to try to pick his pocket, last time I saw him. Its pockets. Whichever!

[He bobs his tail and raises it behind him, confident-looking even though it's rather singed.]

But! I am a master of unauthorized access and it'd be a shame not to ply that trade once more before I lose it. Shall I?

[disdainfully]

A common burglar, then.

[His tone carries - something odd in it, little contempt for such an occupation, less than it would have only days ago. Or however time passes here.]

If you see it possible, you shall. [He'd go with a lot shadier things than that right now, if it means that he'll find his nephews.]

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya lifts his beak a little, happy and proud.]

Oh, good sir! While I might be that low at times, if I'm a thief it's of information - rather I am an agent, though I will admit sometimes it's hard to tell a difference.

Very well! [He pecks up a last coffee bean, hops on to the floor, and begins strutting along the aisle. Yuuya's not far off from hobbit-sized, though he's built very differently.] I'm Sakazaki Yuuya, by the way. S-rank agent with the Dove Party. [It's alarming to confess that, but also kind of liberating - and it's a pretty minor secret, the sharing of which won't hurt anything.] Which I suspect won't mean anything to you. Ah, well.

[disdainfully]

[None of that makes much sense to Thorin, but he'll just roll with it if it leads him to his nephews.]

What do you require for your service?

[espigeonage]

Usually? Personal satisfaction, in the main. Here? I'd like a name to call you by, and I suppose I'd like a look at that registry too.

[He is actually quiet, for a bit.]

Well I suppose I don't really want to see my brother here - but, well, pigeons live shorter lives than humans.

[disdainfully]

Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and king under the mountain - or so I was. [As under all likelihood, the title would already have passed on to his cousin at this point. Yet his voice doesn't indicate him to find any less meaning in his name and title.

Pigeon. Quite large for one.] Yet a human lifespan is nothing of length already. [He nods; if the bird was more closely acquainted with humans he would probably notice the tell-tale differences - not only in height, but also in build. And if he was from the same world, also in name and title, dress and gear. Which is why it doesn't occur to Thorin that he might have been mistaken for a human in the first place.]

[espigeonage]

Ah? Kings and I have a bit of a history. [he rouses his feathers and slicks them down.] I do bear noble blood, but I've long ago repudiated all titles, land, whatever was assigned to me. My father worked with leather. He was as common as the street. [he's proud of his father, long ago murdered by nobles.] But I'd rather he wasn't here.

[Yuuya tilts his head in a particular way, more or less equivalent to raising an eyebrow.] I think we have differing perspectives here, o king under the mountain! So, you are not human.