Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-34100315-20190112030639/@comment-26892768-20190115031723

(Well, since we've started...)

Somewhere among the sands of time, a single white, black, blue, and red bullet train has stopped momentarily. There's no tracks ahead of it - or behind it for that matter - making one question how it's going to get moving again. However, soon enough, the train starts moving once more, with tracks appearing in front of it to allow it to move forward.

And thus, it goes on, full speed ahead. Will it's next stop be in the past, or the future?

...or perhaps somewhere else entirely?

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. For now, let's focus on what's inside the train.

A young man of Japanese descent with black hair and rather casual wear walks into the dining car. This is Ryotaro Nogami - protector of time, local coffee-shop worker, and the man with quite possibly the worst luck ever...at least in his time. His grandson from the future also has a lot of bad luck, but that guy's a different story.

"Everyone - I got the day off, so I can spend all my time with..." Ryotaro trails off as he looks at the scene before him. And what an odd scene it is.

Two people are seated at a single booth, with one, single coffee cup between them. On one end is a red, demon-looking fellow, with two curved horns extending from his forehead, a mouthful of fangs, spikes extending from his lower jaw, and spikes extending from his shoulders. He looks rather angry at the moment, alternating between glaring at the other person with him and looking at the coffee cup. On the other end is a blue humanoid with shell-like armor, reminiscent of a turtle, with a beak-like mouth and orange eyes. He doesn't seem quite as infuriated as the red one, but is clearly annoyed all the same, returning the red one's glare whenever he does glare at him and looking at the coffee cup when he isn't.

"...what's going on here?" Ryotaro asks out loud.

 "Hey, Ryo!" A purple, dragon-like humanoid pops up next to Ryotaro. Oddly enough, he appears to be wearing headphones that aren't connected to anything.  "We were having a good morning, since Naomi made all four of us coffee, but then someone took an extra one, and we have no idea who. Kin and I already had our coffee..."

He gestures towards a muscular, yellow and black figure with white fur around his neck and shoulders, who is currently sleeping.

 "...so Momo and Ura are just fighting over the last coffee." He finishes.

"...oh." Ryotaro looks over at the two. "That doesn't sound good..."

The two are still locked into silently alternating between glaring at each other and staring at the coffee cup until the red one - Momotaros - speaks up.

 "Come on, you damn turtle...you know you're not going to win this. Just give it up already. This coffee is mine." Momotaros' glare intensifies as he leans forward, putting an arm on the counter.

 "Ah, senpai...I suppose you do have a point." The other one, known as Urataros, remarks.  "But if you're fast enough to beat me in a match of reflexes this early in the morning, I don't think you need this coffee. You're plenty awake already."

 "And you aren't?" Momotaros retorts.  "How do I know you're not the one who got the extra coffee? You're the one who's always going on about hooks and lies and all that crap, so how do I know you ain't lyin'?"

 "Senpai, I may have a silver tongue, but I also have standards. If I wanted an extra coffee, I would've asked. Taking someone else's is just cruel." Urataros shakes his head.

 "I'm not falling for it, ya damn turtl-"

 "Retainers! Would you keep it down?"

"...eh?" Ryotaro turns to look, along with the rest of the (awake) passengers.

Out of an adjacent car walks a white and gold being, covered in feathers that seem to follow him like a personal snowfall.

 "Chicken wings? When the hell did you get on?" Momotaros asks.

 "That is none of your concern! What you should be concerned about is how you're making it difficult to maintain my princely grace!" The being, better known as Sieg, sighs dramatically, feathers still falling around him. Then he pulls out a lone coffee cup.  "...while I'm here, however, would the servant that made this coffee be in here at the moment? I must thank her for her magnificent coffee - truly, worthy of a prince!"

Both Momotaros and Urataros are silent, staring at the coffee cup in Sieg's hands.

 "Oh, so he took the coffee!" Ryutaros - the dragon-like figure - remarks.

Momotaros and Urataros look at each other.

 "Truce?"

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Truce."

The two get up, walking over to Sieg.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Friend one? Friend two? What are you doing?" Sieg asks.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "We're gonna kick your ass, chicken wings." Momotaros cracks his knuckles. <font face="Times New Roman"> "You BASTA-"

And cue fight.