Enola – the limiter bracelet with her, of course – walked beside her cousin Anguis through the crowd that filled the train station. The massive chatter of the people and the whirring of the train slowing down to a stop filled the area, drowning out every inferior noise. Enola had difficulty thinking to herself with the plethora of distractions taking her attention away. The presence of a lamia gave the duo some ease in navigating the sea of people. It was nice, being able to clear out obstacles with nothing more than the sight of an artificial lamia (not that anyone could tell the difference between a real one and a fake one) but it did become tiring at times. Enola wished she could bring her cousin out with her without drawing so much attention. She had thought to dress the lamia in a cloak but figured Anguis would think the maid was ashamed of her cousin. Alas, there was little she could do about it.
With the senses of a serpent, Anguis assisted in finding their target: a middle-aged man named Zachary. His demeanor gave the impression of a timid man, one who had trouble conquering his fears. His body, quite scrawny, did little to remedy the situation. Ahead of time, Zachary’s wife had informed them of the man’s trembling fear of trains and tasked them with ensuring he rode the train to his new job. Neither Enola nor Anguis comprehended his fear; they depended on the trains for almost everywhere they went and could not imagine even the slightest bit of apprehension in riding one. Regardless of whatever Zachary’s reasons for his anxiety were, the duo knew for certain they would not let him leave the train station on anything but the very thing he feared (that is, the train), whether It be by force or by coercion.
As Enola and Anguis watched from afar, Zachary’s first instinct as he approached the stopped train’s doors was to back away, turn around, and head in the opposite direction. The duo was on it though; seemingly out of nowhere, Enola and Anguis were behind him and wrapped an arm around each side of him as if they were escorts. At first, the man assumed he was being mugged but the two were certain to explain their duty to which he immediately objected. He begged and pleaded – even tearing up right there at the train station – which lead to quite the embarrassing situation. Eventually, after much force (they decided to just ignore the coercion side apparently), they managed to get his butt on the train. Granted, Enola and Anguis had to sit around him on opposite sides to ensure that he did not try to run away but no one on the train even attempted to object to the scene.
The train ride was awkward to say the least. Anguis flirted with poor Zachary like the shameful harlot she was (oh, how Enola grimaced) but he was brave enough to reject her advances… sort of. He just whimpered like a small boy in the hunting gaze of a serpent. Enola made sure to direct her gazes toward better prey though, leaving for an unfruitful train ride until Enola’s curiosty got the best of her and she inquired about why he was so fearful of trains. Apparently, his mother had been kidnapped when he was younger and she was tied on a set of train tracks until she was run over in the most cartoonish death possible. Anguis ignored the story while Enola swooned with sympathy for the poor man. It was a challenge for the maid not to cry herself.
The train eventually came to a slow and uneventful stop as they arrived at their destination. As usual, the train’s steam filtered out the outside view and surrounded the area in a blanketing white. Those riding the train all rushed to get off, save for Enola, Anguis, and Zachary. The three were the last to get off, being rather slow about it and earning a nasty look from those trying to board. Zachary smiled for once, gleeful that he could finally get off the iron deathtrap. Enola and Anguis just smiled and wave (Enola did anyway). The maid was kind enough to ask if he’d need help getting back but Zachary assured them he’d be fine, probably take a horse and wagon if he needed to head back home anytime soon. For once, Enola completed a job without nearly killing herself or embarrassing herself unnecessarily. Score one for the Pisa Matriarch!
WC: 758/750
PC: 1/1
