Conductor of "999"

Trudging through the snow, Priere was thankful this ‘uniform’ had at least bothered coming with boots that made it considerably more easy for treks like this. Still, she should try taking off with her wings sometime soon… She hadn’t had them long, but she would be lying to say the extra mobility granted by them wasn’t pretty nice, once she got used to—

Priere would immediately be pulled out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder of all things, with the young demon overlord turning and coming face to face with…

…The police?

‘Oh, crap… Did I do something wrong? Is this a ‘No Trespassing’ part of town or something?’

Surprisingly, however, the rather bulky looking fellow had approached her for far kinder reasons. And she’ll give him this: It was so far the nicest way someone had stopped her in regards to her attire.

“Oh, me? Nononono! I’m fine, I’m fine, really! My body actually manages to keep itself pretty warm as is, all things considered in this kind of weather…”

‘Must be on the part of being a demon now, if I had to guess.’

Oh thank goodness. Here he was, prepped to panic over a potentially awkward situation he’d put himself into, and all his fretting was for nothing! At least - that’s what he’d hoped. Any individual could claim otherwise out of a stubborn nature, but who was he to question these sort of things? If she’s fine, then she’s fine, that should be the end of it... And yet- 

        “ Ah-? W-Well I’m glad to hear that, madam. Oh, do pardon my sudden intrusion! I hope I did not come off as rude... ” He’s still panicking. Why is he still panicking? He should have simply big her adieu and went on his way. For what reason he still stands there twiddling thumbs and sweating up a storm is beyond him.

“ Vivi? Why, I’ve never heard of that name before! B-but uh, no, I don’t have any relatives whatsoever! ”

POKEMON TEAM // ACCEPTING

“ O-Oh! What a frightening looking thing. I can understand where we have our similarities, though, hahaha! ”

their  Discord  handle :  galaxyexpress#9990

their profile  picture : A picture of some cluster of stars. Changes frequently depending on the galaxy he’s traveling in.

what  their  online  status  would  usually  be  on :  online / idle / do not disturb / invisible

light  theme  or  dark  theme : dark theme

would  they  moderate  a  server : Only if there were other moderators. He’d be strict about following the server rules and lay down the ban hammer without question - though sometimes there’s a bit of leeway for a friend.

what  is  usually  on  their  game  tab : No time for games oops

their  custom  status : Our next stop is...

His very first thoughts crawl right back to the harsh winds of Kilimanjaro. Maetel had so kindly gifted him her jacket to keep his body stable after the Ghost Hoppers had robbed him of his uniform. To see someone so young looking lacking a proper winter jacket has him wishing he could offer the same kind gesture from back then.

What he lacks in the ability to offer up his jacket, he makes up for with... Well, not much. He’d hoped some kind of idea would come while racing towards her. Yet he finds himself stuttering over his words after tapping a gentle finger against her shoulder. Nice. A good start with the kind gestures here. Now he’s feeling the regret from having ignored his gut instinct to carry on towards the nearest police station and let this stranger fend for themselves.

          “ Uuuh... Um... ” The longer he stands there, the worse this is going to get.

          “ ...Ma’am, you must be freezing out here! P-Please! Allow me to escort you              inside and buy you something to help keep you warm. ” 

The night sky never felt as devoid of hope as it had now. The swirl of stars nestled above used to fill him with such energy; yearning the youthful taste of adventure only the universe could bring. Fiddling with gloved fingers behind his back, he hopes the fidgeting might grant him some reprieve from his ever-growing anxiety, but to no avail. The night had been too quiet. Too uneventful. Too painful. No signs of relief from the distant sounds of whistles or glimmering of the warm and welcoming lights of the triple-nine descending from the stars. Just emptiness, and the overwhelming sense of loneliness. All too familiar feelings he’d spent a lifetime repressing until now.

Eventually, the burning pain in his soles begs him to seat himself on the sidewalk. A burdened sigh makes shoulders slump all the more inward and hands resting against his lap knit even tighter together. 

To think that after all his years of service, it had to end like this.

          “ Please show up... You have to show up. ”

His voice wavers as the possibility that this planet he’d been stranded on might not be on the triple-nine’s schedule crosses his mind. An even worse thought of knowing it would only appear one measly day out of the entire year slinks next to it. Without knowing this planet’s rotation, a mere distraction and a wasted day could mean waiting an entire year again. Who knows if the Galaxy Express Administration would hear his pleas then.

Minutes pass before he forces himself upright again. The mild aches numbing his feet ignored in favor of picking up his route again between the far ends of the sidewalk. Only exhaustion would stop his frantic pacing. Exhaustion and...

          “ O-OH! OH NO, I-I’m so sorry sir! Forgive me, I wasn’t paying attention. ”

          “ Eh-? ”

Day two and not a single clue in on his situation. When he expects answers, he finds more oddities handing him questions here. Not that he hadn’t seen his fair share of strange looking beings; cyborgs were all the rage with plenty of alien lifeforms these days, and traveling within the endless Sea of Stars, home to billions upon billions of planets, there were no limits to what one might see. It comes with the job.

Yet, even still, with all his years of work he finds himself perplexed slowing to a complete halt from nothing more than a mere glimpse alone. Taking a second look, he finds something reminiscent to human-kind’s jello, a once common staple food for plenty of kids traveling with their parents. Had it not been for their movements, he’d have assumed the sentient gooey-thing an annoying art piece installed in the middle of the sidewalk.

Best to leave them be. Or he would have done so - had his rampant thoughts not tickled the possibility that the other might be in some sort of danger. Did gelatinous appearing things and frigid winds mix well? His easily panicked mind thinks of a plate of sweets resting in front of a fan, peeling away piece by piece, and despite his efforts to simply ignore it, he presses towards them, if only to give himself some peace of mind.

          “ Oi! Isn’t it a bit dangerous to be out in these strong winds? ”

All that information given from the persistent cab driver felt useless now. Nothing about the “housing” he’d been assigned to felt remotely like a vacation the Railway Administration had supplied. Even then, he’d have been informed and chosen a set month to take off. 

His movements had slowed from their prior panic. The weight of his uniform felt heavier than it should - hopelessness threatening to crush him and leave his body buried and forgotten underneath this endless sea of snow.

          “ Oh... Nothing about this seems right. They would have killed              me if I’d broken a rule! Nothing in the handbook said anything              about being exiled. ”

That’s what if felt like. Exile. Left to waste away on a forgotten planet; but for what reason? He’d always been careful. Strict. Diligent in his work. Always abiding by the rules. Reciting them from mere memory alone when it was necessary. Gloved hands swiped away a small mound of snow covering a park bench where he takes his seat with thumbs twirling in slow circles, thoughts swirling with them. Everything about this just bothered him so much.

What had he done wrong?

It must have taken minutes before he’d noticed someone nearby staring at him. Being so still that a small pile of snow decors the top of one’s shoulders and hat would do that. It startles him into action, shrugging off and swiping away the small mounds that’d formed with a low and nervous chuckle.

          “ M-My, My! I must have been lost in thought for a while. Say, you              wouldn’t happen to have the time, would you? ”

But it’s strange. It’s colder than he remembers the 999 being. Instinct has him drawing his coat closer to him trying to weasel in a few extra minutes, though no salvation comes as he hears nearby shuffling. A heavy sigh full of mild irritation leaves a small puff of warm air visible in the air for his hazed vision to catch just before it dissipates.

Something’s not right. They weren’t scheduled to stop by another planet like Pluto for exactly a month or so.

          “ Huh-? What’s all this? ”

The sight of endless white greets him next. Snow scattered on the ground matching the color of his gloves as his eyes adjust and sharpen from the fog of sleep rubbed away against his palm. It takes only seconds before his annoyance is replaced with shock, and with it, a startled gasp.

Imprints from his flailing about are left behind as he trails backwards kicking in an attempt to push himself away from the massive imprint in the ground inches from his person. It takes a bit, slipping from the wet slush before heels could find the concrete underneath, but once he’s a fair distance away, he surveys the area with growing concern. Where is he? More importantly - where was the Galaxy Express?

Why there were so many others stirring in their sleep or coming to had him biting his tongue. There were no words to explain what he was feeling; the emotions were all scattered, unable to be collected in their mass hysteria. Had the train been hijacked while he so foolishly slept on the job? No... That couldn’t be. Last he recalls, they were still en-route and a fair distance away from any nearby planets - let alone one this cold.

Slowly, the Conductor rises, his fingers twitching as the bitterness in the air finally begins to sting the only exposed parts of him. He wants to help - see if the other stranded individuals mulling about are alright - but his mind knows if he doesn’t find the Galaxy Express soon, there could be trouble. He could be executed.

          “ O-Oh dear. Oh dear. I-I’m so sorry. Forgive me. ” Words come out in a helpless whimper as he slowly backs away from the scene. A nearby taxi driver seems to urge him to come closer, but the panic causes him to simply give them a wave in return, rushing off into the streets for a fair distance before his legs tire from the sudden journey. It’s only after his second burst of energy that he realizes the vehicle had been following him. Again, they seem to gesture for his attention, and hesitantly, he indulges them with shuffled steps.

Why was this stranger so unnervingly persistent?

The universes weirdest, dorkiest, walking space encyclopedia

Knows every single planet in a variety of galaxies, including their rotational time, culture, and more! Great for parties.

Has been a Conductor for the infamous Galaxy Express 999 for a long time.

Knows every rule and every policy written down by heart

Especially the ones where punishment for irresponsibility is via execution

Help? I’ve fallen in love with yet another blond/brown-eyed person for the 15th time and I’m also completely and totally socially inept???

Does reading a rule book count as flirting? What about planet facts? Asking for a friend.

Is he a high-pressurized gas lifeform? A solid, invisible lifeform? Fuck if this show will tell us. Let’s just go with the latter, it’s easier on the think-can. Sentient fart cloud sounds lame anyways.

Easily flustered. Easily startled. Definitely would lose the fight behind your local Denny’s. Knows how to use a gun though. Pew pew.