For Ico, getting to the rescue party outside Yuuko's Shop required taking the trains for the first time on his own. It was an unnerving experience, to say the least, for there was nothing like it in the world he grew up in. It was like being in the belly of a giant metal snake, whistling shrilly and blowing out great bouts of smoke. The horned boy felt uneasy, and tried to doze a bit while seated on the the cushioned seats, his sword resting across his lap. Although the rune-inscribed sword normally crackled with white lightning when held, the symbols glowing one at a time, its activity was unusually subdued, as if it were sentient and sensed no danger. Or perhaps it was saving his strength for the battle, like its wielder; strength that would undoubtedly be needed if it were to battle a god of death.
Eventually, for what seemed to the boy like forever, (for he was never very good at staying in one place for too long,) the train stopped at his desired location, and he made his way out of the belly of the steam-powered train, out into lamp-lit darkness as night fell on Paixao. Few citizens were out at this time at night, and those who did steered clear of the boy with the glowing sword, though not without curiosity.
He found Yuuko's shop soon enough, and spotted the gathering of people: two men, a woman, and a jester figure who appeared to float in the air before them. Sword in hand (for the boy had not yet found a sheath to carry it in), the twelve year-old boy with horns approached them, a solemn expression on his face as he considered what they were here for.
"Hello," he called out to them, a subdued greeting if ever there was one. His blue-green eyes looked over at the unfamiliar faces, though he recognized a couple from the journal portraits. "I am here to lend my skill to the rescue party. Is it not too late to join?"
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Eventually, for what seemed to the boy like forever, (for he was never very good at staying in one place for too long,) the train stopped at his desired location, and he made his way out of the belly of the steam-powered train, out into lamp-lit darkness as night fell on Paixao. Few citizens were out at this time at night, and those who did steered clear of the boy with the glowing sword, though not without curiosity.
He found Yuuko's shop soon enough, and spotted the gathering of people: two men, a woman, and a jester figure who appeared to float in the air before them. Sword in hand (for the boy had not yet found a sheath to carry it in), the twelve year-old boy with horns approached them, a solemn expression on his face as he considered what they were here for.
"Hello," he called out to them, a subdued greeting if ever there was one. His blue-green eyes looked over at the unfamiliar faces, though he recognized a couple from the journal portraits. "I am here to lend my skill to the rescue party. Is it not too late to join?"