All aboard (leaving western station)

[Daniel Winsett]

Daniel Wrath. That was how he introduced himself. A first and last name. Just like any other person. But Wrath knew he was different. He knew of his kind People who didn't truly live in the same way as humans. Some people would contend as to whether or not Wrath even counted as a person. Wrath wasn't concerned by them though, except when they made him mad. He had been raised by a man who cared for him, and that was who he believed.

The homonculus looked left and right making sure he would be unseen when he boarded the train. The only trains out here belonged to the military, and he wanted to avoid them. He didn't have any form of identification since he had crossed into the nation illegally, but who would give someone like him an ID.

He slipped aboard and hid in a cargo container on a train bound for Central. If he lucked out, he wouldn't be discovered. Actually, there were plenty of hiding spots in here: the ceiling, the floor, behind the cargo.... The compartment was in the three cars up from the back.

[Chastity]

It was time to head home.

That was something ironic that he always thought when he got to edgy being away from Central. Really he didn't have a home. There was no place at all that he felt was home like for him. But that city was a place that he was drawn to for some reason.

In a way it made him feel trapt. That was why he was always leaving for short periods of time. He couldn't stay away for long though. Whatever it was he was looking for in that city it was important enough that he was stuck there. whatever his light was..... It didn't even make any sense. He wasn't overly found of light, infarct he preferred it to be dark.

He cleared his thoughts and instead focused on getting in to the train. It was the quickest way back and he was feeling so uneasy that is was making him jumpy.

As soon as he got on he could tell that he wasn't the only one hitching a ride. Hopefully that wasn't going to be a problem. But if he kept to himself when these kinds of things happened it usually wasn't.

[Daniel Winsett]

Wrath heard someone else enter the train from the other side of the car.

"Well, Wasn't expecting that..." Wrath thought to himself.

He slipped around some of the large boxes in the middle of the cargo container, and saw someone who wasn't in a military uniform. It was the first Amestrian who wasn't in the army that he had seen, and he was curious about who else would stow away aboard a train. It never occurred to him that the other man could have been part of the army, himself.

The train lurched as it started moving, going toward it's destination in Central. "So you're an Amestrian," Wrath said, more of a quiet statement than a question. "You're the first I've seen." He looked at the other man. Crimson-red hair, pale skin, and grey eyes, on a muscular frame. A red cross on a cord also caught Wrath's attention.

As the train started down the railroad, Wrath was unaware of the soldiers coming from the back to check the cars. They were on their way up to check in to the front cars.

[Chastity]

Or not. Keeping to himself wasn't going to work. Braydon turned to give the other occupant of the car an odd look. It was partially curious and partially hard. On one hand he wanted to be left alone and on the other one her was curious about this person, especially the way he had started his conversation. As if a human from one place was really different the one ones from Maestros.

"I wouldn't base anything off of me if I were you." He was after all not like most people where he came from.


[[ooc: Sorry it's a little short]]

[Daniel Winsett]

"Well, perhaps not. It's probably wrong to judge a nation based off of one inhabitant." Wrath said, almost talking to himself. He had realized that he would likely be sharing the ride with this man.

"Well I suppose-" Wrath cut his words off as he heard what sounded like a muttered conversation behind the door towards the back of the train. Wrath didn't know if they had been discovered, but he quickly leaped behind a stack of storage crates to get out of view. Better for now to play it safe.

He wondered what the other stowaway would do. Had he heard the soldiers? Would he try to hide? Or fight? Unknowns abounded here, and the door was about to open.

[Chastity]

People... That was just great. Now he was going to have to hide. Why did they have to check. He should have just jumped on after the train was already moving. That would have been a hassle but they wouldn't have expected anybody to snack on after the train was moving.

Braydon quickly looked around and found a suitable place to hide. He fervently wished that his hair wasn't so bright but there was nothing to do about it now or at all for that matter. The things that he was hiding behind were stacked high enough that his hair wouldn't be a problem so it was fine. He didn't really need to be afraid of being found, that he knew all to well. It would be a pain in the neck if he was though. Today wasn't a day that The humunculous felt like fighting.

[Daniel Winsett]

Two soldiers slipped into the room, oblivious to the others already in the train car. One was smoking a cigarrette and both were settling in to rest for a bit..

"Why do they have us checking these damn cars, anyway." "Smokey" complained. "It's not like anyone lives up here to sneak onto the train."

"It's just the regs from Central. They set up their rules, and then expect everyone else to follow 'em. bleh!" Wrath decided he would call this one "Bleg"

"Speaking of Central, did you hear that the Fullmetal is back? He showed up, but no one really knows where he was, or where he came from."

"Hmm....The Hero of the People. It'll be good to have him back. He always inspired me to do the best I could."

They continued chatting on for a few more moments. Smoke was drifting into Wrath's face, polluting the air he was breathing with it's greyness and smell. He was growing irked at this man and his burning tube of leaves. After living in the fresh mountain air for most of his life, the smoke was a shock. He was about to get angry, when he had a realization: in the city there would be much more of these smells. It was a fact of life. Wrath sighed with a sense of resignation. He would have many new things to get used to.

The soldiers said something about their officer wringing their necks if they didn't get up and report soon, and hurried on their way.

So the other guy must have hid as well. Wrath thought as he prepared to exit his confined hiding place.

Wrath stepped out. "So I suppose we just sit here till we get to Central? What's it like?"

[Chastity]

From his hiding place Braydon could see the two soldiers. He wasn't all that interested he just didn't want to be found. He didn't listen to their conversation and just got lost in his own thoughts. Therefore it took him a moment to realize that someone was talking to him.

"What's it like?" His head tilted he wasn't quite sure why anybody would ask a question like that. "Loud and crowded." He himself didn't understand why in the world he kept going back to that place. He hated it, no he loathed it. There was something there though, he just wished that he knew what it was.

[Daniel Winsett]

"Loud and Crowded.... Well, he certainly knows the place well." Wrath thought sarcastically. He was getting exasperated. Clearly, this man didn't want to speak to him, and it was getting in the way of getting information on the city. "Of course, I am a total stranger stowing away on a military train. I might not talk to me either."

Wrath decided to just go and sit down in the corner. He would wait for the Train to begin to slow. it wouldn't do to try to slip out through the Central Station, especially since he would be in the military's area. (That's not to say he couldn't slip out if he needed to.)

Now he was wondering how the other guy was going to escape off the train. Wrath knew he would be able to survive a jump off the train, even at a high speed. He was a homonculus, after all. But what about the other stowaway?"Oh well, he got on by himself. I'm sure he'll manage to get off to." Wrath thought it served the other man right that he would have trouble getting off undetected. If the other had been more helpful, Wrath wouldn't have felt so. "I don't know why he's so quiet. He acts like the weight of the world is crushing him." That thought brought a pang of his own memories back to him, and his breath caught as the agony of his loss washed over him.

[Daniel Winsett]

Daniel Wrath felt the train begin to slow. It had been a long trip from Western to Central. Currently, he was beginning to think it was time to debark from the car he was in.

"Well, Mister Stowaway, I do believe this is my stop. Perhaps I'll see you around?" The question wasn't a real question, and Wrath began turned to work on getting off the train. Grabbing the side door on the train car, he unbolted the inside locks, and slid the door open. Of course, he was strong enough to simply wrench the door open before unbolting it, but why should he cause that type of destruction? He wasn't angry at the moment.

Wrath stuck his head out and felt the wind blast him in the face. His hat blew off his head, but his reflexes allowed him to snatch it out of the air before it was out of reach. He put it back on his head and held it there with one hand.

"Central! I'm here!" He was genuinely enjoying seeing new places, and he wouldn't let the other man's apparent dislike of the city ruin his experience.

The train was still moving far too quickly for most people to get off safely. Wrath, though, was not "most people". With a step and a jump he was off, diving headfirst to the ground. He put his arms up as he flew through the air. He almost looked like he was diving into a pond. In a sense, that's exactly what he was doing.

As he hit the ground, the earth swallowed him up. It was an ability he had discovered years ago: The ability to move through and sense around minerals. Perhaps because he had spent so much time in the mountains while growing up he had developed it. He could feel the train rumbling along, on the surface, but the front was beyond his senses. He took his time getting back to the surface. Why should he after all? The ground was as much his home as the surface.

The Earth.... For him it was neither damp, nor unpleasant. It was like the sky that the birds flew in. He traveled the Earth at will, but the sensation of exploring the roots of the mountains was something that few people would ever get the chance to experience. He truly enjoyed the feeling of gliding through the ground. Another interesting feature was that he had an awareness about all that was nearby. Both in the ground, and above it. He enjoyed the abilities he possessed.

By the time he did rise to the surface, he was nearing the road south of Central. He had swept around mostly just because he wanted to stretch his muscles. He dusted his cream sports jacket off, puffs of dust rising from its dirt stained cloth. As he walked forward he triggered his ability again.

Anyone who has tried to get dirt out of any type of clothing would instantly become jealous as the filth literally fell off of him and his clothing.

"Well now, let's see what kind of place you really are, Central." He started the hike into town with a bounce in his step.

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