Another enigmatic woman seemed to have joined the mysterious group, and as the younger girl seemed to be drawn to them, the ranks of the questioners had grown more numerous. There was the silent one, whom had approached the only audible activist among them, the angrier woman, who seemed to have no shortage of discontent for the events which were playing out meticulously before them, twisting into the beginnings of a dark phantasmagoria. The newest entrant was the younger girl which Deus had approached and spoken to, though she seemed to have taken on his words when she walked up and approached the group. Slipping his hands into his own pockets, Deus strode confidently behind her, arching his hand to his forehead in a silent salute of symbolic respect. His singular eye moving between each of them as he listened to the words of the man, and the younger girl. The girl was right to think that something was afoot, she was cautious, and rightfully so, as were the other people here which had begun to gather.<br/><br/>Belle, seemed to be enjoying herself, after being told she had no manners, the splendid feline smiled her coy furry smile, sitting as she licked her paw, running it over one of her already pristinly groomed ears as she purred audibly, before looking up at the woman once again, meowing and mewling in a series of nonchalant pitches one after the other, soft, subtle, crafty and seductive as ever<span style="font-style: italic">'Sassy... I like you, and I'm <span style="font-weight: bold">HIS</span> carer, thankyouverymuch. Maybe Soon I will be yours... now, pick me up, that bag of yours seems comfortable.~'</span>Belle was not one to beat around the proverbial bush, within her mesmerizing emerald cats-eyes glittered galaxies of infinite detail. Meowing once more as if in an attempt to hasten the process of her acceptance. Should the woman accept the offer, the feline would happily yelp in pleasure before hopping into the open hole of the main pocket and disappearing from sight. The Mau was surprisingly light, seeming to add little weight overall to the total mass of the bag, as well as seemingly disappearing into the darkest recesses of her chosen method of transportation, only to be summoned on request, or at the smell of delicious sustenance.<br/><br/>Deus, not being one to understand the bizarre language that his keeper spoke in, stared in a small sense of curiosity and wonder at the ends of the small exchange, and regardless of the outcome, would smile contently, knowing that Belle was going to do whatever she felt like, she had a habit of doing so, and who was Deus to question her? At least this way he was not suspect to the meows of command which felt like thunder rolling against his rib-cage... After each of the parties had spoken, Deus nodded to what the girl had said;<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It does seem that there is a game afoot, the truth of the matter is people have been disappearing, and at the very least, I'm or- ... well... I guess you could say... I've been charged with investigating the occurrence and attempting to perhaps undo or prevent any further damages... And I see you already met Belle, she's, well, interesting. But none the less, we should go, if, my hunch is correct, some of you might be here for similar reasons... if so, I would gladly offer any aid."</span><br/><br/>Deus smiled, realizing that his words might have been holding up the gathering from pursuing their common interest, turning on his heel and kicking off with a spring in his steep, he moved to enter the back-most carriage of the train, not bothering to look over his shoulder at the others which would either follow, or choose not to, Deus would not blame them either way, this mission had the air of destiny about it, an air which turned those who rose up to the challenge into heroes, but the same air which suffocated those which could not meet the requirements of the challenges they would undergo, and so, Deus had chosen the flip the coin of fate, and come whatever may. Taking a seat on the train in the middle, he found himself leaning back against one of the benches usually reserved for wheelchairs. It was a central position, where he could see and observe everything within the carriage without a large sum of effort. Deus reclined, folding his arms and coiling the two steel pitonque balls around his fingers, using the glimmering sheen of the orbs as mirrors to inspect the room through another sight, looking for shadows and images which perhaps could be seen through a reflection, but not to the eye... or perhaps shadows which were not so apparent...<br/><br/>All the while, an overarching sensation of dread began to wash over Deus, he could not help but feel that this was his lance chance to back down from this challenge... and that once the doors to the train closes, and the vehicle began to move, there would be no other chances to return... ... ...<br/><br/>But, holistically... Thaddeus really had no choice, like a patron chained to their seat, no more than a slave as phantasmal masters watched ever vigilant from the deepest recesses of the shadow conjured by a woman's backpack.