Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
03-05-2012, 06:41 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Name: Shin Kansen
Gender: Man/Null
Race: Ghost, Train, eh, Ghost Train
Color: about 440-990 nm (#19404F)
Description: Shin Kansen is essentially two entities.
The sapient of the two is the Shin Kansen the worker. He is the lone employee who drives the train, fixes up any system hiccups, provides the refreshments, and keeps the place very clean. He is the conductor, the janitor, the mechanic, and the snack-server. Other than his unnaturally stern stare, Shin Kansen the worker looks like he could pass for a homo sapiens, albeit in a meticulously clean-kept uniform.
Shin Kansen’s personality is rigid like corrugated metal. He is very order-oriented, law-worshipping, and to put lightly, “anal.” Shin Kansen cannot tolerate any slight against rules, especially his own. Usually, he is quiet, but hell had no fury like a train conductor who goes ballistic over errant debris and smoking passengers. If he had a stick up his ass, it would be a fully-grown tree.
Shin Kansen the vehicle is a wonderful piece of technology. It is an nonsentient bullet train but streamlined, sleek, and with its moniker proudly stamped on both sides. Sadly, it only consists of the power car (where Shin Kansen the worker drives and keeps his equipment) and a singular passenger cart (you know, for passengers) so we would never know the train in its former glory.
Weapons and Abilities:
Shin Kansen the worker is a decent jack-of-all-trades, as he is the only man who actually works in and drives this train sharing his namesake. Despite being a human-shaped well of vitriol, this misanthropic man is obligated to serve and accept all passengers into his train as the best he could. He caters refreshments, bandages wounds, and so-on. However, just because he serves others does not mean he cannot speak his mind. If a passenger were to incur his wrath, Shin Kansen will chew them out.
Shin Kansen the vehicle is quite strange. Like a conventional bullet train, it is capable of impressive speed. Unlike a conventional bullet train, it is capable of unnatural maneuvering (like turning sharp angles), and never runs out of energy or needed supplies. It can also accommodate passenger of any size and nature from a tiny speck to a titanic radioactive-breathing lizard. The vehicle can also fly.
Note, Shin Kansen the vehicle can be broken or worn down, and sufficient damage can eventually grind this tireless engine to a halt. However, Shin Kansen is also very physical and tangible. It is advisable not to be front of this train, especially when it is accelerating.
Biography:
Accounting was a tedious job, but it could only earn you so much joy. That was what the liquor for! Giggling at that unhealthily true fact, the two drunkards stumbled out of the local bar – their faces red from their genetic dispositions.
“-so THEN,” Kenjiro stumbled on his feet as he made a dramatic swing of his arms. “I said SCREW YOU.” The mere connection of the two words made the businessman cackle like a drunken hyena.
“Oh man, that’s fresh.” His friend sighed. The co-worker could hold his liquor far beter than Kenjiro, but even those he did quite drank a lot. The portly Masao attempted to hold his friend against gravity and the alcohol-induced haze. “But how are you going to deal with that? I mean, he does have your job around his pinky.”
“Nahhh,” Kenjiro slurred in return. “This is totally worth everything. I can take it. I’m a man. Momma raised me right.” In a fit of confidence, he proudly tapped his chest in self-congratulation.
Masao did not reply.
“Wuh, what’s gotten into you, friend.” Kenjiro tripped on his own words.
Masao looked on as a bullet train streaked through the skies – silently, unknowingly, but definitely visibly. Masao was a businessman, he practically knew what a bullet train was like. Bullet trains were a normal part of daily life for him, but this. This was almost unnatural, terrifying, and perhaps even awe-inspiring. As the anomalous train cut through the night like a shining meteor, it just suddenly disappeared.
“Masao?” Kenjiro asked. “What’s going on?”
Masao adjusted his glasses, shocked at such a supernatural sight. He had heard rumors that a train was flying around, but he never believer that until he saw that with his very own eyes. Questions started to spill into his brain. How did this train came to be? Where did that train come from? Why was it there?
“I have no idea, Kenjiro.” Masao confessed. And that was the truth.
Name: Shin Kansen
Gender: Man/Null
Race: Ghost, Train, eh, Ghost Train
Color: about 440-990 nm (#19404F)
Description: Shin Kansen is essentially two entities.
The sapient of the two is the Shin Kansen the worker. He is the lone employee who drives the train, fixes up any system hiccups, provides the refreshments, and keeps the place very clean. He is the conductor, the janitor, the mechanic, and the snack-server. Other than his unnaturally stern stare, Shin Kansen the worker looks like he could pass for a homo sapiens, albeit in a meticulously clean-kept uniform.
Shin Kansen’s personality is rigid like corrugated metal. He is very order-oriented, law-worshipping, and to put lightly, “anal.” Shin Kansen cannot tolerate any slight against rules, especially his own. Usually, he is quiet, but hell had no fury like a train conductor who goes ballistic over errant debris and smoking passengers. If he had a stick up his ass, it would be a fully-grown tree.
Shin Kansen the vehicle is a wonderful piece of technology. It is an nonsentient bullet train but streamlined, sleek, and with its moniker proudly stamped on both sides. Sadly, it only consists of the power car (where Shin Kansen the worker drives and keeps his equipment) and a singular passenger cart (you know, for passengers) so we would never know the train in its former glory.
Weapons and Abilities:
Shin Kansen the worker is a decent jack-of-all-trades, as he is the only man who actually works in and drives this train sharing his namesake. Despite being a human-shaped well of vitriol, this misanthropic man is obligated to serve and accept all passengers into his train as the best he could. He caters refreshments, bandages wounds, and so-on. However, just because he serves others does not mean he cannot speak his mind. If a passenger were to incur his wrath, Shin Kansen will chew them out.
Shin Kansen the vehicle is quite strange. Like a conventional bullet train, it is capable of impressive speed. Unlike a conventional bullet train, it is capable of unnatural maneuvering (like turning sharp angles), and never runs out of energy or needed supplies. It can also accommodate passenger of any size and nature from a tiny speck to a titanic radioactive-breathing lizard. The vehicle can also fly.
Note, Shin Kansen the vehicle can be broken or worn down, and sufficient damage can eventually grind this tireless engine to a halt. However, Shin Kansen is also very physical and tangible. It is advisable not to be front of this train, especially when it is accelerating.
Biography:
Accounting was a tedious job, but it could only earn you so much joy. That was what the liquor for! Giggling at that unhealthily true fact, the two drunkards stumbled out of the local bar – their faces red from their genetic dispositions.
“-so THEN,” Kenjiro stumbled on his feet as he made a dramatic swing of his arms. “I said SCREW YOU.” The mere connection of the two words made the businessman cackle like a drunken hyena.
“Oh man, that’s fresh.” His friend sighed. The co-worker could hold his liquor far beter than Kenjiro, but even those he did quite drank a lot. The portly Masao attempted to hold his friend against gravity and the alcohol-induced haze. “But how are you going to deal with that? I mean, he does have your job around his pinky.”
“Nahhh,” Kenjiro slurred in return. “This is totally worth everything. I can take it. I’m a man. Momma raised me right.” In a fit of confidence, he proudly tapped his chest in self-congratulation.
Masao did not reply.
“Wuh, what’s gotten into you, friend.” Kenjiro tripped on his own words.
Masao looked on as a bullet train streaked through the skies – silently, unknowingly, but definitely visibly. Masao was a businessman, he practically knew what a bullet train was like. Bullet trains were a normal part of daily life for him, but this. This was almost unnatural, terrifying, and perhaps even awe-inspiring. As the anomalous train cut through the night like a shining meteor, it just suddenly disappeared.
“Masao?” Kenjiro asked. “What’s going on?”
Masao adjusted his glasses, shocked at such a supernatural sight. He had heard rumors that a train was flying around, but he never believer that until he saw that with his very own eyes. Questions started to spill into his brain. How did this train came to be? Where did that train come from? Why was it there?
“I have no idea, Kenjiro.” Masao confessed. And that was the truth.