OOC: Wouldn't the train seem particularly odd, being it's a future model than from this time period?
IC: Before he realised what was happening, the train suddenly crashed, shaking even Salve. He stood up. This was a very odd feeling. He felt...younger, somehow. He couldn't quite pin it down. He retained everything else, though his memories were a tad fuzzy, he mostly remembered everything. What had happened...he looked out the window. A Clakker and a Chronicler had appeared from somewhere, and got off the train to a Vykker. He looked at the buildings. They looked sorta outdated slightly, but new. Looking out the back of the train, there was no tunnel or railing like they'd been in before, just a skid mark. Maybe they'd been caught in a terrible storm and lifted, or...wait. Those Mudokons. There was so many of them, who knows what they'd done? Teleported them? but then, why did he feel, and along with everyone else, seem to look somehow younger...wait, they couldn't have. A time warp? Everything seemed to add up, but...oh Odd, he couldn't care less. The nearest door was jammed, so he smashed out the wall instead out onto the ground, Brudda following. He patted the smoother and slightly healthier looking mutt, and went up to the Vykker. He looked around, then look back to it "Hey, where are we? And whut year is this? Dere's some strange shit goin' on..."
OOC: How would a slave make an entrance here? Through a train of some sort, or...?
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