You know what? I'm writing a stunt for this. To be clear, this is a terrible strategic decision. It wastes Shintai when we might need it, could scare the exalted of edge, and is supremely obvious. There are a bunch of assumptions about other people and their actions we can't be sure of. It's also really funny. It's been a very long week for me so I'm just going to write it up anyway for the hell of it.
[] Plan: The Murder Oriented Express
-[] Find Azhi and try to start a friendly conversation, then use Shintai to steal the train before anything happens.
-[] FPoR, BSM using a water bottle, and up to 1 mote of social excellency on the introduction.
-[] [Stunt] "You know" Molly began, a ponderous tone to her voice. "I think the Denarians just used up the last of my patience for subtlety". From the look on Listens to Wind's face he didn't seem to find the look in her eyes reassuring.
—[] Walking down the passageway - wet shirt hidden beneath a jacket - with Lydia and Silver, the three of them slid into the seats across from Azhi. "Long day?" She spoke into the shocked silence.
—[] "There's not really a good way to start this sort of conversation, so I'll get the big stuff out of the way first. Welcome to the" - as she gestured between the three of them an unexpected phrase darted to her lips like an old reflex - "Exalted Host. We're people like you trying to seek each other out to find answers about what we are"
—[] There was a shudder as the train started to struggle with something. "First though, we're a target out here. Mind if I shake off your stalkers?"
—[] At his signal Molly took a deep breath and exhaled fire, her anima flaring forward and out in a tide of lidless eyes. As they settled into orbit the four exalts looked around to see the world changed.
—[] The train, once aging plastic and dingy carpet, was a thing of gleaming brass and shimmering obsidian.
—-[] The windows held holographic overlays crawling with text in at least a dozen languages, none native to Earth. There was distant scent of alien spices in the air, and the taste of ozone from overhead lights more similar to bottled lightning than anything Amtrak used. Even the seats beneath them had changed, transmuted to lacquered ironwood padded with something close but not quite like wool.
—-[] Outside they had a fraction of a moment to see a tunnel into a mountain that didn't exist before they plunged down into the earth, replacing the countryside with mosaics of life in strange cities.
—[] Behind them the world snapped back into place, leaving no sign that the train had ever existed.
—[] "Let's start with your questions" Molly continued as she settled comfortably into her second skin, taking a sip from a smoking flute of wine presented by multi armed drone trundling along the ceiling offering refreshments.
Again; would probably blow up before we got anywhere, but what a way to make an impression if it did work.
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