A pointy dart!
Maybe there’s a bar on the train? The worker’s cafeteria? Something from the other wagon?
Whatever it is, it’s dangerous to leave it out in the open like this, looks sharp.
Quite sharp, actually.
Oliver get’s a brilliant idea on how to kill two birds with one stone.
He calmy goes back to the cafeteria and settles in one of the tables.
He remembers when the upperclassmen at the academy dared him to do this with an equally sharp object. At first, he thought it was to test his motor skills, but when he told Ángel he said it was probably an intimidation tactic. Sadly for them, Oliver has incredible hand-eye coordination.
“Now, how did it went… Oh yeah! I have all my fingers 🎵 -“
“OLIVER”
And there it is. Ángel’s “Oliver is doing something dangerous” senses have activated.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“How did you and Vivi get to the normal class wagon”
“Don’t change the subject! What do you have there?!”
“Nothing at all”
“Is that a dart?!”
Now it’s a great time to put into practice that trick that Owen showed him.
“Ta-da! It disappeared! How could this happen? Perhaps the ghosts stole it”
“You can’t out-trick me you scamp. I’ve done bigger illusions for mere emeralds! Empty your sleeves!”
“Hm? There’s nothing here, Ángel”
“The other sleeve!”
“Nothing here either”
“Oliver, I can see it!”
Messing with Ángel is so fun.
As he is about to make a daring escape, fit for his dominion imitation, one of the workers tell them is dinner time.
“You will not get away with this you thief! You shall be punished with the highest might of- Ooh milanesa!”
Turns out a few hours of travel is enough to open everyone’s appetite
Oliver looks out the window, he sees nothing but fields, trees and the mountains.
He likes seeing the mountains. It means they are far away.
He’s barely hearing what Natalia is saying to Ángel. Why she sat here? He has no clue. He feels like back at school when the teacher sat rowdy kids beside him, so they’d behave.
Well, he has plenty of practice trying to block his surroundings.
“And then it was the Death card! Can you believe that?!”
“I’m pretty sure the death card is not specifically meant to signify death”
“But still! That’s so creepy! This train is cursed for sure, even the cards say so!”
Ah, death. That thing has been haunting him all day. Truly can’t let a man rest for even a second.
Haunted houses, assassination attempts, drug busts, inheritance fraud… Death seems to follow him everywhere he goes.
He supposed is partly his fault, he is the one feeding the crows after all.
While looking in the distance, the almost unending fields, he can’t help but reminisce about the times when he was young.
When his parents worked on a field, and he was but a mere farm boy.
When he got close to death for the first time.