Event Open Murder and Mayhem on the Orient Express

Briefly distracted by the entry of two women in flowery hats who appeared to be friends, Maarab didn't answer right away, though the woman who spoke seemed to be the only person who was attentive to his attempt at a greeting. Perhaps they were all having trouble getting into character as well.

It had certainly been a lot easier playing the other virtual reality AU, but then again had it really been playing to have the memories the game gave? Still he wished he'd thought to look things up beforehand. It was a shame they didn't give some description on the cards. At least everyone else was probably feeling similar.

Maarab looked down at the small dark-haired woman with a grin, resisting the urge to bombard her with questions. She was certainly easy on the eyes. The half-demon enjoyed the short ones - they tended to be fun to play with, either because they were as fragile as they looked or because they were surprisingly tough.

Deciding it would be easier to play this game if he stuck to what he knew, he replied. "Yes, this is my first time. I have been much too busy to enjoy a ride before now. Though I do enjoy a good party. And how about you, Miss? You seem to have made yourself comfortable already."

Still unsure of what to say, Maarab simply smirked at the war hero comment. He'd been fighting in a war for most of his life - no one would ever call him a hero. Fighting, battle, the half-demon was made to be a weapon, and enjoyed it, but he'd never fought for a cause.

He supposed it didn't matter what the card said he was, exactly. This woman recognized him as military, which was close enough, and Maarab wasn't going to break character just to ask someone what he was supposed to be when no one else knew what was on his card anyway.

"A tour, yes. That sounds like a good idea. You have been on this - train before, then?" He slipped a bit on the wording, having never actually seen a train before, but it was barely noticeable. It would be helpful for him to get some familiarity with the setting before the main event. And following a pretty lady around didn't bother him.

When she held out her hand, Maarab hesitated briefly with a quiet laugh before taking it in his. Handshakes weren't part of his culture, and he'd seen few of them, so he really wasn't sure what he was doing. He also wasn't aware of the naming protocol, there were different titles at home, and Manta Carlos seemed to be mostly first name basis.

"My name is Maarab Tselel, Miss. I am looking forward to the tour."