(Well I didn't really get as far as I would have liked to as far as reading through the rp, but I guess it'll do. I still have to put up some character information and I never got the finish the layout of the rp city on the first page. -Sigh-. So much work)<br/><br/>"What would I do...That is good question. Let me follow it with another. What wouldn't I do?" Cecil's form seemed to be ever changing and Shamus's field of vision was blurry around the edges, even as close as to say darkening.<br/><br/>Norene took a quiet sip of the wine, and took a few chips from Shiro's bag munching on them quietly. Her mind was still going over the things that had happened today and could only wonder if she really was the one responsible for this.As the only survivor of the project wouldn't all the responsibility fall on her? What's worse is that even if she was how could she just admit to it. Someone would want to and ask to know where these things came from. Luckily for her the only ones who knew were her, Shiro, and Jack and with him dead, and Shiro being the most loyal creature on the planet it could only come down to her telling the secret. She took solace in the thought, and took another sip of wine to try to wash away her thoughts.<br/><br/>The train continued shaking as it traveled through the night knowing not where it was going, but continuing to chug along at a pace that seemed to quick for the still atmosphere. It's roaring across the rails made for quite the echoing sound through the alleys and streets, through the buildings that still stood, as a somewhat monument to what once was and what life was becoming. A transition of change that couldn't better symbolized by every person who had still survived to the end of the day and for those lost, showing it's effects. Change is continuous, but revolution is momentary.<br/><br/>A form stood waiting for Vincent in his room. It sat at the edge of the bed he had slept on previously and stood staring at him, the form unseen, but the power of focus on him felt. The form maybe no sound, but seemed to instill a sense of familiarity to Vincent, as though calling out to him.