Even though Elena knows intellectually that Rufus had been cured, it’s still startling to see smooth, unblemished skin where she knows very well a mark had once been. Her eyes go wide, and she has to fight back the urge to exclaim in surprise. She can almost hear Tseng’s sharp voice in her head commanding her to calm down, though, so she does. Instead, she asks only one thing: “How?”
While Rufus contemplates his next move, Elena pulls out her notebook and flips to the page with relevant info.
“The train council...okay, here. It’s a group, elected by the other passengers, that tries to keep order on the train and handle everyone’s concerns. From what I’ve gathered, the election was some weeks before I got here. The members are...Tony Stark, President. Bucky, Curufin, Eva, Feanor, Kaiba, Nita, Nerdanel, Sarai, someone calling himself The Doctor, Ignis, and Yuffie Kisaragi from AVALANCHE.” She stumbles slightly over the elvish names, but it feels wonderful to be giving intel reports again.
“I believe their powers are actually quite limited, as there’s no evidence they have managed to communicate with whatever powers that be that operate the train.”
Rufus finally makes his move and Elena’s professional demeanor drops, just for a moment. “Wait, how did you...?!” Then she sees the wide open hole she’d left around her king in her eagerness to capture Rufus’s and groans. “...Oh, right. Excellent game, Mr. President.”
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While Rufus contemplates his next move, Elena pulls out her notebook and flips to the page with relevant info.
“The train council...okay, here. It’s a group, elected by the other passengers, that tries to keep order on the train and handle everyone’s concerns. From what I’ve gathered, the election was some weeks before I got here. The members are...Tony Stark, President. Bucky, Curufin, Eva, Feanor, Kaiba, Nita, Nerdanel, Sarai, someone calling himself The Doctor, Ignis, and Yuffie Kisaragi from AVALANCHE.” She stumbles slightly over the elvish names, but it feels wonderful to be giving intel reports again.
“I believe their powers are actually quite limited, as there’s no evidence they have managed to communicate with whatever powers that be that operate the train.”
Rufus finally makes his move and Elena’s professional demeanor drops, just for a moment. “Wait, how did you...?!” Then she sees the wide open hole she’d left around her king in her eagerness to capture Rufus’s and groans. “...Oh, right. Excellent game, Mr. President.”