Bazmund
A God, but not here.
His breath was coming fast and hard, fast and hard, as he made it onto the train. He had actually been among the first, a dashing smile and a crazed exhilaration washing through him as he leapt on, grabbing the handle by the side of the open door.
And then, as his car towards the front of the train left the safety of the platform, and went out over a bridge, a sudden, vast, probably lethal (judging by the apparent distance to the floor almost certainly lethal - especially given that the factionless do not receive medical aid even in emergencies) space beneath him.
And he slipped.
But he was caught.
A tall, muscular looking, dark skinned woman pulled him back in.
"Brave, coming at the front like that, you being a transfer and all." She complimented him. "We can teach you your hand-eye coordination in time. But you have the guts you need, young one. That's the one thing I've never seen taught." He smiled at her, shaking her hand vigorously.
"Good to know you got yours ready to go." She patted his butt in... well, it was an interesting form of camaraderie. Quite... hearty, for camaraderie.
Still, she was hardly unattractive, and scarce older than him, it didn't look like. Perhaps he'd get to know her better later.
"You're out of erudite, right? What's your name?"
He grinned. Maybe he could do that now - and get to know her even more intimately later. The Dauntless were hardly shy about that kind of thing, he'd found. He could use that to his advantage in more ways than one.
"The name is Rickard, and yes. Straight out of the Erudite. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He winked.
"Oh my." She chuckled to her friends. "That Erudite charm, though. My name is Helena. It's gonna be fun watching you train, Rickard."
"It's gonna be fun being watched - depending on how closely I see you watching, that is."
She laughed good and proper then. One of the boys towards the back gave a hoot, and in the air of the fast moving Dauntless Express, it felt like a million people all cheering for him. Right Choice. They were saying. Logically, of course, you've fucked up. But that's just logic, and it doesn't matter any more.
Right Choice.
Right Choice.
Right-
"Helena's found a boyfriend!" Someone shouted, and Helena punched them jokingly - though other than that she hardly seemed about to protest. Rickard wasn't about to say no to... whatever the hell they were on about either.
All of a sudden, he found himself being pulled up close to her, arm around his shoulders, and... body awfully close. He wasn't used to this at Erudite. You'd get reprimanded for this at Erudite. Nobody did this at Erudite, friendly or otherwise.
"Rickard here is gonna be one of us!"
Right fucking choice, mate!
And then, as his car towards the front of the train left the safety of the platform, and went out over a bridge, a sudden, vast, probably lethal (judging by the apparent distance to the floor almost certainly lethal - especially given that the factionless do not receive medical aid even in emergencies) space beneath him.
And he slipped.
But he was caught.
A tall, muscular looking, dark skinned woman pulled him back in.
"Brave, coming at the front like that, you being a transfer and all." She complimented him. "We can teach you your hand-eye coordination in time. But you have the guts you need, young one. That's the one thing I've never seen taught." He smiled at her, shaking her hand vigorously.
"Good to know you got yours ready to go." She patted his butt in... well, it was an interesting form of camaraderie. Quite... hearty, for camaraderie.
Still, she was hardly unattractive, and scarce older than him, it didn't look like. Perhaps he'd get to know her better later.
"You're out of erudite, right? What's your name?"
He grinned. Maybe he could do that now - and get to know her even more intimately later. The Dauntless were hardly shy about that kind of thing, he'd found. He could use that to his advantage in more ways than one.
"The name is Rickard, and yes. Straight out of the Erudite. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He winked.
"Oh my." She chuckled to her friends. "That Erudite charm, though. My name is Helena. It's gonna be fun watching you train, Rickard."
"It's gonna be fun being watched - depending on how closely I see you watching, that is."
She laughed good and proper then. One of the boys towards the back gave a hoot, and in the air of the fast moving Dauntless Express, it felt like a million people all cheering for him. Right Choice. They were saying. Logically, of course, you've fucked up. But that's just logic, and it doesn't matter any more.
Right Choice.
Right Choice.
Right-
"Helena's found a boyfriend!" Someone shouted, and Helena punched them jokingly - though other than that she hardly seemed about to protest. Rickard wasn't about to say no to... whatever the hell they were on about either.
All of a sudden, he found himself being pulled up close to her, arm around his shoulders, and... body awfully close. He wasn't used to this at Erudite. You'd get reprimanded for this at Erudite. Nobody did this at Erudite, friendly or otherwise.
"Rickard here is gonna be one of us!"
Right fucking choice, mate!