06-23-2015, 12:40 PM
Athena snorted a little at Michael's response. "Ah, now I completely understand," she answered facetiously. That was when she noticed the train tracks running through the wreckage and trailing up into the sky.
How did those get there? Someone wouldn't just lay those down over the ruined building, did they? But who would build train tracks that passed straight through a standing structure? And she was pretty sure that those train tracks were also defying gravity. But whatever.
"The non-canon never makes sense," she muttered almost to herself. Suddenly, she turned her head as she heard a high-pitched whistle, and then another - louder. She was still wearing a blindfold, but she could put two and two together. And besides, she could sense something coming. Down the tracks. It would pass through the bar again, but it wouldn't quite hit...
She watched as the tracks began moving. By themselves. The floating rails came down from the sky and altered their course to pass along the beach, near the water, to grace everyone with their vehicle's improbable (but very striking) presence.
And, naturally, the tracks now passed directly under both Michael and Athena.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" she screamed, dragging Michael quite unceremoniously off the tracks a half-second before Thomas the Tank Engine rolled past, making Athena cringe with unnecessarily loud and crude music.
What was this apparition? She glared darkly (through her blindfold) as the train-with-a-face zoomed by, sporting a decidedly creepy smile and a superfluous amount of what would colloquially be termed "swag." Well, that explained a few things about the boy here. If she had actually seen it with her own eyes, she would probably be equally traumatized. She listened as the music and the chugging noise of the engine receded in the distance, passing by (but thankfully not through) the bar on the eastern side of the beach, which was surrounded by all manner of people (all looking at the engine rather strangely, which Athena understood).
How did those get there? Someone wouldn't just lay those down over the ruined building, did they? But who would build train tracks that passed straight through a standing structure? And she was pretty sure that those train tracks were also defying gravity. But whatever.
"The non-canon never makes sense," she muttered almost to herself. Suddenly, she turned her head as she heard a high-pitched whistle, and then another - louder. She was still wearing a blindfold, but she could put two and two together. And besides, she could sense something coming. Down the tracks. It would pass through the bar again, but it wouldn't quite hit...
She watched as the tracks began moving. By themselves. The floating rails came down from the sky and altered their course to pass along the beach, near the water, to grace everyone with their vehicle's improbable (but very striking) presence.
And, naturally, the tracks now passed directly under both Michael and Athena.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" she screamed, dragging Michael quite unceremoniously off the tracks a half-second before Thomas the Tank Engine rolled past, making Athena cringe with unnecessarily loud and crude music.
What was this apparition? She glared darkly (through her blindfold) as the train-with-a-face zoomed by, sporting a decidedly creepy smile and a superfluous amount of what would colloquially be termed "swag." Well, that explained a few things about the boy here. If she had actually seen it with her own eyes, she would probably be equally traumatized. She listened as the music and the chugging noise of the engine receded in the distance, passing by (but thankfully not through) the bar on the eastern side of the beach, which was surrounded by all manner of people (all looking at the engine rather strangely, which Athena understood).
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