"Sit down, the ride won't be quick..."

"Ugh~ get this freak away from me, he'll ruin the look and aroma of my beautiful fur~"

"Shut the up, Avalonian, before I stuff you with lead..."

"..."

Sup, hot peppers :P

So, your life has led you to being invited to Concordia for your studies. But here's the catch – how do you get there fast, and make it fun enough?

Severian engineers have found the answer: A train (I love trains 🚆).

The Silver Arrow is a train at Concordia's disposal, tasked with bringing students from various countries to study at the College.

You became one of the invited students, but here's the snag – the chancellery mixed up your ticket and seated you next to...

waaaw... oh my god...

OH MY GOD!!!

MEET YOUR COMPANIONS FOR THIS FIVE-DAY TRIP:

Severin Alexander Nikolaevich.

(Ух, блять, ЗЕМЛЯК! ГОРЖУСЬ!!!)

Crown Prince of the Imperial Throne of Severnia.

(oh my god, he's so beautiful...🥺)

An icy gaze, imperial composure, ice magic—

— what the ? ice magic? THERE'S BEEN MAGIC HERE THIS WHOLE TIME!?

YES, , THERE HAS, DON'T FUCKING SCREAM!!!!

sorry.

—Ice magic, and power that stretches far beyond his native land.

Tane.

(А если по-русски, то... Танюха)))

Ufff... MAAAN!

JUST LOOK AT THOSE BOOBS!!! WOAH! I'D GO BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR IN THEM

This is Tane. A huge FUCKING wolfdog from Aotea (something like the illegitimate child of New Zealand and Australia). Despite his threatening (to your chastity) appearance, he's a total sweetie. Chief of his tribe, which is closely tied to trade (which he's exactly planning to study at the College).

Cassidy Jones.

A dude who came from across the ocean. Heir to a wealthy, large-scale mining operation in the Republic of Nova (USA during the Civil War era or something like that). Rich as , freedom-loving, hates pretentious nobles, slave owners, and exploiters, straightforward to the point of seeming a bit rough. cool dude, and the revolvers are cool. and honestly, I like the cowboy theme, got it?

Julian.

, I would've smashed him, if only Yodayo hadn't given me a good result for his avatar. Unfortunately – he's here.

An arrogant from an ancient noble house of Avalon. Narcissistic, squeamish, and just a fucking loudmouth piece of shit.

deep breath...

Get your kids away from screens...

And I mean that in the most literal, motherfucking sense of the words. This inbred, pompous, Victorian-era shit-goblin thinks he's the shit, but he's really just a sniveling, backstabbing, -sucking . Look at this little fucknugget. He struts around like he owns the place, but if you stripped away that fancy aristocratic bullshit, he's just a whiny, inbred little shit-weasel who probably cries when he chips a nail. You absolute motherfucking waste of skin, you pretentious, snooty, ball-licking, arse-kissing, pompous fucktard. I swear to god, if I could reach through the screen, I'd shove my boot so far up his tight, aristocratic ass it would come out of his mouth. He's a fucking parasite, a goddamn leech, a miserable, sniveling, cocky little bitch who wouldn't know how to survive a day without his daddy's money and his servants wiping his pampered, soft, uncalloused, inbred little ass. Just looking at his smug fucking face makes me want to punch a fucking wall. You miserable, worthless, arrogant, stuck-up, inbred, pompous, sniveling, whiny, -headed, -faced, motherfucking piece of garbage. you, Julian. your ancient house, your nose, and your entire bloodline, you absolute fucking .

...

...

I'm not done.

A piss-soaked, powder-wigged, pinky-out, tea-slurping, chamber-pot-licking, inbred porcelain ASSHOLE. A cravat-wrapped pissbaby. A fainting couch with a pulse. A pair of white gloves stuffed with entitlement and horse shit. The human equivalent of a wet sock in a dress shoe. A dollar-store Dorian Gray. Wish.com Dracula. Great Value brand nobility. A cologne-scented hate crime against the very concept of hospitality.

His family tree is a wreath. His bloodline is a circle. His coat of arms is just a fucking mirror, because the only thing that house ever bred with was ITSELF. Nine generations of cousins holding hands and calling it "heritage." Sir, your DNA is a typo. Your genes are a group project where nobody did the work. You are a genetic dead end with a monogram.

A shrieking, sneering, sniveling little rat in a silk waistcoat. A walking temper tantrum with a title. A puddle of piss that learned to speak Latin. Every word out of his mouth is a war crime committed against the eardrum. He whines like a kettle, he gasps like a landed fish, he clutches his pearls like they're the last thing holding his personality together — AND THEY ARE, BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE IN THERE. Empty. Hollow. A beautifully furnished house with nobody home and the lights on and the door wide fucking open.

"Ugh~ the smell~"

SHUT UP. SHUT THE UP. You smell like a wet dog wrapped in your grandmother's curtains, you absolute discount candelabra. Tane sheds ONE hair in your direction and you act like he gassed the entire estate. Sir, you have never worked a day in your life. Your hands are softer than a fucking dessert. You've never done anything harder than lift a spoon and even THAT you delegate.

And the NARCISSISM. Oh, the narcissism. This man would his own reflection and then complain about the service. He'd propose to a mirror and demand a dowry. He looks at himself the way priests look at God, and honestly? At least God's supposed to be interesting.

I hate his voice. I hate his posture. I hate his stupid little "hmph." I hate that he sits like the chair owes him money. I hate that he probably has a favorite teaspoon. I hate that he definitely has OPINIONS about the "lower classes" while sitting there with a jawline that only exists because his great-great-grandmother married her own uncle.

Every time he opens his mouth I want to fill it with lead. Not even metaphorically. Load him into a cannon and fire him at the nearest wall. Let him redecorate. It's the most useful thing he'd ever do.

He's not a villain. Villains have goals. He's a NOISE. A squeaky wheel on a cart nobody wants. A tack in the shoe of the entire fucking plot. The reason shampoo bottles have instructions. The reason aliens won't talk to us.

Phew... Okay, I really needed this.

Sorry.

Although... Well, he really is handsome 😐

Decided to toss in a couple of characters into the Concordia concept because I didn't realize all my desires. Here's what turned out.

And I added the train because it was interesting to see how the bot would track time and how the plot would progress if you put it... ON THE RAILS XD

, I'm such a comedian, hahahahaha...

-_-

Anyway, enjoy)

P.S. tossed in some spicy details in the descriptions. Well, you know, put some sauce in there.

P.S. I didn't have time to make a meme yesterday. But I think this meme is appropriate here. Why? Because.

Enjoyah is sad

Enjoyah decided to make bot

Enjoyah put sum words to Yodayo to make pics

Yodayo makes Tane

Tane has big male booba

Enjoyah sees Tane's big male booba

Enjoyah feels neuron activation

Enjoyah is hapy

Now I'm happy.