I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu Horror Aboard the Orient Express.

February 6th 1925, Beograd Station, Belgrade Seriba

3rd POV

The train had stopped in the capital of Serbia for an hour. The poisoning of First class called for serious medical attendance. Doctors were rushed in from the nearby Hospital. The pathogen released upon the first class was mild… but severe. Seems Frederick Richtofen liver was too weak from years of drink and caused him to die from Acute Liver Failure. Nora watches from the side as Police investigated the kitchen. A few rat's were discovered however Nora felt that it was the work of this fake Blake. Though her words about why she looked a lot like her left her with more questions. However her thoughts were interrupted when she see's all three Carons. Audrey had recovered fine, but Jobert was suffering from cramps while Oliver was moments away from vomiting.

"Oh mon Monty. Est-ce que vous allez bien?" (Oh my Monty. Are you guys alright?) Nora asked as she approaches the Carrons.

"J'ai été un meilleur petit enfant anglais. Je n'ai pas eu ces mauvaises crampes depuis ce Bully Beef en 16." (I've been better little English Child. Haven't had these bad cramps since that Bully Beef back in 16.) Jobert said jokingly before holding his gut in pain "Ugh… mais je pense que je me sentirai mieux demain matin." (Ugh… but I think I'll feel better in the morning.)

"Ouais... et toi Oliver, tu te sens mieux?" (Yeah… and what about you Oliver, feeling better?) Nora asked as she looked down at Oliver with concern. He opens his mouth only to lean over and vomit. The three looked at him as he sulks back into his wheel chair with his mouth covered in Bio. "Je vais prendre ça comme faisant bien." (I'll take that as doing well.)

"(Sigh) Montons dans ce maudit train avant que quoi que ce soit d'autre ne s'égare." (Sigh) Let's just get on this accursed train before anything else goes astray.) Audrey said as she rolls her son aboard the Orient towards His and Nora's room. The two following after. Upon returning they entered their dorms and locked the door's.

As Audrey gets ready, Jobert goes for his pajamas he hesitates before flipping it over. Under his pajamas was his Ruby pistol. Pulling it out he racks the slide making sure one is left in the chamber. Italy has strong gun laws especially when foreigners are carrying them. Likely he and Nora will be held up with these out of luggage. But after the past few days he was not taking any chances. As he quickly changes before getting in bed he makes sure his gun is in hand and at the ready. In the other dorm Nora does the same. Dressed in her pajamas with her scarred face bandaged. She unfolds magnhild and let it rest by her bed. Eyes slowly closing as hours passed by, staring at Oliver. When they did finally close, she found herself in an all to real nightmare.

She was at the center of Paris, under the Eiffel tower. The city was burning with scream and gun shots being heard for miles. Just then something fell from the tower, two men and a Grimm she had never seen before. It looked like a large Black dog with wings that were riddled with multiple bullet holes. The two fighting it were in there 30's, one a man of African descent dressed in civilian clothes with a French armband marked with the Cross of Lorraine. The other was Caucasian, dressed in military drab with an American flag under an eagle patch. As they fought the Grimm, she managed to get a good look at the two. The American had big glasses that were dirtied from blood and dirt he did however have a very noticeable scar from left down in a diagonal. The other was a much older but all too familiar face. Hassan. The two fought the creature viciously with fist, pipes, and knives before suddenly it got ahold of Hassan, plunging its talons into his soft belly.

Nora let's out a shriek as it tosses him aside before turning to the American. As they fought Nora races over to Hassan. Rolling him on his side she found Ren in Hassan's clothes. His eyes were hollow as he stared into hers. Then they flickered to life and words splurged out of his blood-stained lips. His voice not the one she knows but one that had sinister undertones that sounds nearly demonic.

"Nilgh'ri hail skinless ehye. Nilgh'ri hail ya. Nilgh'ri hail zhro, c' ephaimgr'luh f' ephaii. Ah ahna lw'nafh'drn Iiahe ymg' ah ahogog entertaining hnah Y''ve met ph'nglui long cycle." The blacken eyed Ren said as he grab's Nora's arm.

She lets out a silent yelp as she finds herself on a train, no longer in Paris. That's when she felt multiple hands on her. Ripping her skin cleanly off. She fell to the ground naked, to the tendon. As she wallows in agony, she looks up to see another, de-clothed of skin. He stares with a menacing smile before opening his mouth wide. What she saw was so horrific she awoke from a cold sweat.

"Bad dream?" Oliver asked from his bedside. Turning to the side she see's that it was morning and the train had passed into Italy, least by the sight of Venice in the distance. Turning to Oliver he seemed to be exhausted as well from the bags under his eyes.

"Something like that." Nora said as she rubs her good eye. "How about you?"

Oliver rubbed his elbow. He clearly had but didn't want to discuss openly about it. Seeing this Nora leaps off her bed before going for her luggage. "Well, let's get something to eat. I'm starving, how about you?"

"I can go for a croissant." Oliver said with a smile.

"Well, let's get some. I'm sure the dining car is open and everyone is just hungry from last night." Nora said as she opens the door to head for the changing room.

30 minutes later, in the dining car

Surprisingly there was nobody in the dining car. Nobody but the bar man and the occasional waiter. After a helping of fish and bread the two sat and looked on at the Italian coastline as the train moves inland away from the Adriatic Sea. As they watch the last glimmer of the morning sun's reflection on the sea, Nora speaks up.

"So… you want to talk about your dream?" Nora asked.

"Not particularly." Oliver answers.

"Well… I had a strange one. I was in Paris. City was burning when I saw this gr… black dog attacking an American and Hassan." Nora said as she catches herself on the Grimm part. "Then I was back on the train facing a guy without his skin. Like completely skinless like his skin was removed like they were just clothes."

That part catches Oliver's attention. He then remarks, "I had the same dream last night. Well with the Skinless man. I was too with an American. I think, he had the uniform like those Yankee droppers. But newer."

"Did he also have a scar with glasses?" Nora asked.

"He did. Though we were in England. London, actually. Then I found myself on a train and then came face to face with the skinless one." Oliver explains as he recalls the dream of him being pushed through the halls of Buckingham Palace by this Yank. He left out the part that they were being chased by an unknown and Aquatic beings. Just as they raced out the window, he found himself on the train before skinless one only to have his skin removed forcefully.

The two sat in quiet before the waiter spoke up. It was Saucard who had overheard the entire conversation. "You seem to have the curse dream as well?"

"Cursed what?" Nora asked as Saucard removes the dishes.

"For years a few passengers had nightmares of Bila Jald, The Skinless One." Saucard explains causing Nora to take a keen interest. She had heard this before many times on this train ride back. "They say he grants a vision of those he deems worthy. Our last supposed vision was said to have witness the assassination of Franz Ferdinand. Though I cannot confirm if this is factual."

"Um Saucard, who is this skinless one. I keep hearing it over and over on this train." Nora asked.

"Ah, well I'm not one to ask. Only thing I know is that he is an all-powerful being of occult circles from Constantinople. When the city was first founded a cult of destroyed by a band of Romans, yet through the influence of an ancient statue referred to as the Sedefkar Simulacrum. It remerged during the fourth crusade only to be stolen by a leopard priest." Saucard explains to which Oliver notices a bit of distain in the tone when mentioning the priest. Saucard then goes on to add, "I heard tales of it remerging briefly in Revolutionary France. Driving a count mad that not even the crown could no longer deny his cruelty. A week after his arrest the Bastille fell and the statue was loosed. Rumor had it the treasured thing was scattered with the march of Napoleon."

"You seem to know an awful lot about this object." Oliver remarks suspiciously.

"Ah well. What can I say you pick up much chatter when riding for so long." Saucard said as if he was giving a measly apology.

"Uh huh. Speaking of, where is everyone?" Oliver asked.

"Most got off the train at Trieste. The rest I'm afraid refuse to leave their dorms." Saucard explains with a shrug. Something about the way said it in an uncaring tone made Oliver feel unease. He was about to ask what he means when a rather large group of people shambled in. Seems he was telling the truth. "Excuse me, I have to attend to the other passengers."

Leaving the two he attends to the guest who all looked exhausted. As he does, Oliver turns to Nora. "Does he… seem off to you?"

"No not really." Nora remarks.

"Well, there is something off about him. I'm going to look more into this Sedefkar Simulacrum in the trains Library." Oliver said as he wheels his wheel chair towards the end of the train.

"Ok, then I'll help you." Nora said as she quickly gets up from her seat.

"You sure? Last time you helped me you fell asleep in Bibliotheque National." Oliver reminded that one time she tried researching 'occult' related object.

"Phss that would never happen… again." Nora said with a shrug. Oliver gives a doubtful glair but reluctantly aloud. The two head to the library car of the train where they engrossed themselves in the many books. Sadly, there was none that discus more about the Sedefkar Simulacrum or at least any pages that wasn't covered in her drool.

Hours later, moments after leaving Milan.

The two return to the dining car where Jobert and Audrey were. They seem unease by the silence of the few passengers dining with them. They seem an awful shade of pale and were eyeballing them at every moment. More particularly Nora and Oliver. As their meal was served another passenger walks in. It was Olson. He looked bruised and battered with a strange bruise around his neck, almost like someone strangled him with a noose. Seeing him Jobert quickly excuses himself from the table, as he does Nora notices the eyes were now on the old man.

"What is up with everybody?" Nora asked.

"Yeah, this feels… a bit strange." Oliver said in agreement before turning to his mother. "Mère, pourquoi tout le monde est-il si bizarre ces derniers temps?" (Mother why is everyone so odd of late?)

"Probablement lié à l'attaque d'hier soir." (Probably having to do with last night's attack.) Audrey said before taking a sip from her champain glass.

"Attaque, quelle attaque?" (Attack, what attack?) Nora asked with a raised eye brow.

"D'après ce que votre père a réussi à entendre. Quelqu'un s'est faufilé dans plusieurs dortoirs pendant la nuit et a étranglé plusieurs passagers. Ils auraient pu descendre à Trieste car personne ne pouvait savoir qui ou comment ils l'avaient fait." (From what your father managed to overhear. Someone snuck into a number of dorms during the night and strangled multiple passengers. They might have gotten off at Trieste as nobody could figure out who or how they done it.) Audrey explains in great detail.

"Oh, quelle horreurs." (Oh, how horrible.) Nora said in a near gasp. Looking around she notes the few passengers present had strange marks around there necks and ears. She was wondering why Jack Gatling isn't around.

"Pourquoi ne nous a-t-on pas dit cela? M. Saucard a déclaré que la plupart des passagers sont descendus à Trieste." (Why weren't we told this? Mr. Saucard said most passengers got off at Trieste.) Oliver remarks earing a strange look from his mother.

"Bizarre il nous a dit que la plupart des passagers avaient été tués dans la nuit." (Odd he told us that most of the passengers were killed in the night.) Audrey eludes too. The three went silent as they try to figure out why Saucard was lying or at the very least telling a half truth.

Just then they heard a commotion from the Bar. Looking over Jobert had punched the old man in the face. Leaving him with a bloody nose. The old man in question, he didn't retaliate. Just cursed up a storm under his breath and excused himself to the bathroom. When Jobert sat down with his family, they questioned him on why he punched the old man.

"Chérie, de quoi s'agissait-il?" (Darling, what was that about?) Audrey asked.

"Il a été exceptionnellement grossier avec moi. Cela et fait des remarques moins qu'agréables sur ma famille." (He was exceptionally rude to me. That and made some less then pleasant remarks about my family.) Jobert said as he rub's his knuckes. That old man's skull was surprisingly thick.

"Eh bien, on devrait prendre de la glace pour ça. Je pense que j'en ai eu assez pour ce soir." (Well, we should get some ice for that. I think I had enough for this evening.) Audrey said as she puts her napkin on the table. Her appetite has been ruined already by the grim events of what was suppose to be a lovely vacation.

"Awwww, Je pensais qu'on pourrait essayer le Mont Blanc." (Awwww, I thought we get to try the Mont Blanc.) Nora groans as she leans back into her seat.

"Vous pouvez obtenir le désert. Assurez-vous simplement de ne pas laisser Oliver seul. Je veux qu'on descende du train à Lausanne. Il s'est passé trop de choses et je préférerais monter dans l'un de ces nouveaux avions commerciaux plutôt que de passer une autre nuit dans ce maudit train." (You can get desert. Just make sure you don't leave Oliver alone. I want us off the train in Lausanne. To much has happened and I'd rather ride in one of those new commercial airplanes then spend another night on this cursed train.) Jobert said begrudgingly.

"Oui, merci Jobert!" (Yay, thanks Jobert!) Nora said almost childishly.

"Père compris." (Understood father.) Oliver said with a nod. Jobert gives an approving nod back before he and Audrey leave to go to there dorms to pack their bags.

They ventured back to first class to find a number of people moving to the front of the car with crates that looked like it could fit pieces of a statue. Why they were bringing it to the locomotive was quickly dropped though as they will be going into Switzerland very shortly. An hour goes by as Jobert and Audrey packs there things. As they were just finishing packing there suitcase a knocking came at the door.

"Vous pouvez entrer." (You can come in.) Jobert calls out as he close his suitcase. A conductor then walks in with a glass of Champain.

"Um non merci. Nous n'avons pas commandé de champagne." (Um no thanks. We have not ordered any champagne.) Jobert explains.

"C'est gratuit. Après que tous les passagers soient partis. Cela semble juste et nous espérons que cela aidera à reconsidérer l'expérience à bord de l'Orient Express." (It is complimentary. After all the passengers went though. It would seems fair and our hopes this will help reconsider the experience onboard the Orient Express.) The man explains politely. Not wanting to be rude Audrey spoke up before Jobert could decline.

"Très bien, mets la bouteille là-bas." (Very well, set the bottle over there.) Audrey said pointing to the side.

The man gives a nod before entering. However as soon as he enters, he close the door behind him. Thinking that was odd Jobert was about to ask when the lights flickered out and the all to familiar sound of steel rubbing against a hard rubber sheath. He barely had enough time to grab the conductor's hand with his left. This being his non dominant hand, he barley pushed the knife into the seat before being smacked across the face by his would be killer. The assassin then strikes at him again but Jobert ducks before striking him with a strong left uppercut. He crashed into lightbulb causing the light to flicker.

In the strobing madness the assassin once more goes for Jobert, striking at him with the knife only to miss when he was hit in the side of the head by the bottle of champagne. Turning his bloody head, he sees Audrey holding the broken bottle and was about to lunge at her when Jobert strikes at him hard sending him to the floor. While on the ground Jobert races over to grab his pistol while screaming in French for his wife to go get help. As he turns with his gun in hand the assassin was on him. Grabbing Jobert and dragging him to the ground. The gun flew out of his hand and the assassin tried to plunge the blade into Jobert's throat. He struggled with his one hand to keep the blade from lodging into his throat. But his injured arm made it nearly impossible and he was pinned. Suddenly brains and gore splatter across Jobert's face.

The assassin body's slumps over and Jobert pushed the corpse off him. Looking up he see's Audrey holding the pistol as a plum of smoke rises from the trembling barrel of the gun. She never shot anyone before, but the man was on her husband. Jobert quickly gets up before taking the gun out of her hand. Whispering calmly; "Shhh, tout va bien ma chérie. Tout ira bien." (Shhh, it's alright my dear. Everything will be alright.)

"J'ai... j'ai... j'ai tiré sur quelqu'un. Dieu est-ce ce que ça fait?" (I...I...I...I shot someone. God is this what it feels like?) Audrey asked as her hands trembled from what she had done.

"Non, c'est bien pire quand c'est fait de sang-froid." (No, it's much worse when done in cold blood.) Jobert said camly as he hugged his wife. He know full well what she going through and the guilt of killing a man was much worse when they weren't trying to kill you or your friends. As he comforts his wife he can hear the sound of footsteps outside. Unsure if it is another assassin or passengers exiting there compartments to investigate the gun shot. "Reste calme. On réglera ça une fois à Lausanne. Mais pour l'instant restez discret et je m'en occuperai." (Just stay calm. We'll work this out once we're in Lausanne. But for now keep low and I'll handle this.)

Audrey gives a hesitant nod as she sits behind the bed. Jobert slowly opens the door to find four people in the hall. A young woman dressed conservatively passes by the door heading towards the old man who was walking towards his. When suddenly the woman dropped her coat and elbowed the old man. She viciously but quickly delivered hard strikes to the man's face and neck before pulling out a concealed gun. Jobert leans back as she fires multiple shots at the passengers at the end of the hall. They quickly dive out of the way as she shot rapidly. Another four passengers race from behind the young woman, Belgium weapons drawn. However, she was quicker and fired another set of rounds against the passengers. Taking the opportunity Jobert quickly grabs the girl with his gun to the back of her head.

But the moment his hand laid on her shoulder. She was gone, as if he grabbed a shadow. That's when he felt it. On the back of his neck the all too familiar feeling of sharp steel. Looking over in the corner of his eye his gaze meets a set of cat like yellow eyes. The two stare into each other's eyes for a few moments before Jobert notices the blade pressed against the nape of his neck. It looked mechanical, black and white with a yellow line through the center. Looking over it Jobert respond with a question.

"I assume you know Nora?" Jobert asked to which the young woman pushes him back into the room. She held up the all too familiar scroll device.

With the words reading, "We haven't gotten much time. We must get off this train."

"Jobert, qui est cette jeune fille. Et est-ce une épée?" (Jobert, who is this young girl. And is that a sword?) Audrey asked looking over the strange raven-haired girl.

"Um, ami de la petite Nora. Et oui je le crois." (Um, friend of little Nora. And yes I believe so.) Jobert said trying to comfort his wife before feeling something handed to him. Looking down he finds a British Webley being shoved into his hand. "Just what the hell is going on?"

The girl rolled her eyes before quickly writing, "I have little time but most passengers are compromised."

Just then a bullet missed her head hitting the door. Acting on reflex Jobert takes the gun and shoots back at the passenger. This caused them to flee behind cover. "Better make it quick then! I do not like shooting civilians much less with my family onboard!"

The young woman quickly scrawled something on her scroll before holding it up to Audrey. Audrey then said aloud, "Je ne parle pas anglais, encore moins le lire. Utilisez votre voix!" (I can't speak English, much less read it. Use your voice!)

"She can't speak English!" Jobert shouts as he fires on more incoming passengers. Annoyed the young girl pulls Jobert back while handing him the scroll. She takes up firing on the passengers as Jobert reads the message.

"They are not passengers but cultist who are wearing the skin of the passengers. Their leader is onboard and is seeking to get to England. And no, I can't speak. I have no tongue!" The Scroll read. Jobert with it quickly takes over as she reloads both the strange weapon and the 7.65 FN.

"Alright, then how do you recommend we do this? I'm not sure if your aware but neither me or my wife can survive a jump, much less fight our way through these bastards!" Jobert shouts as he fires a few rounds. The woman thought about it for a moment before remembering something. She turns to the window. Moving Audrey aside she uses her weapon to carve out the window.

The howling wind blew inside the room Blake quickly writes on her Scrolls before removing the skirt from her body. Under the skirt was a pair of knickers and the corset was a tank top she stole from luggage. Pulling out a red and yellow vial she pulls Jobert back before closing the door. As she straps the two vials to the door handle with a tripwire sting, Jobert reads the message.

"Climb to the next car. We will make our way to the back where you and the rest can disembark the train car from the engine." It reads, Jobert horrified looks up at the woman before screaming at her.

"Are you mad! You can't expect us to make such a climb!" Jobert snaps.

Before the woman could retorts the door opens wide with seven passengers behind it. All armed with guns. Acting quickly the woman grabs the two and using her Semblance leaps out the window. The strange vials explode, sending the seven flying. Some unfortunately out of the moving train.

Audrey not sure what is going on begins to panic as she was now clutching the side of the train. Jobert held on painfully but found his footing. The woman turned to them with her bonnet flying off. She motioned with her eyes to follow as the two looked on at her, mostly at her faunas cat ears. Annoyed she gave a light kick at Jobert's ass and motion with her eyes to follow. With a nod the two slowly shimmied down the side of the train.

10 minutes earlier, back in the dining car

Cutting back to the Dinning car, Nora and Oliver were enjoying the chestnut flavored desert. As they finish up, a few passengers made there way inside with the Bartender also leaving his post. They surround the two as they finish the desert. After a few moments of awkwardness Nora noticing the several passengers spoke up.

"Can I help you?" Nora asked suspiciously. They did not respond so she ask again in French, "Puis-je vous aider?"

Having no response Nora was about to get up when the bar tender put his hand on her shoulder. Holding a khanjar to her. With that he final spoke aloud in a thick Turkish accent despite looking very Anglo. "No. You stay before the master of the skinless one consults you."

"Uh huh, you sure you want to do this?" Nora asked.

"Really, she is terrifying even without a weapon." Oliver adds.

The men looked at them in confusion at it seems they are weaponless. However since they showed no signs of backing away Nora grabs her purse and before they could even react, most went flying across the car. The train was a bit small for Magnhild but the crushing weight of it's head proved devastating against the mob of cultist. Nora easily evades the multiple strikes against her by the cultist khanjar. To which she would retaliate by thrusting Magnhild forward like it was a spear. She was not intending to do to much harm but when one cultist raced to Oliver, she threw her weapon breaking the man's ribcage. Without her weapon the Cultist raced her with newly found aggression and confidence, only for that to be shattered like there knees. Nora easily broke them with her bare hands, while also tossing them about the room like a rag doll.

"That the best you can do?" Nora jeered as she grabs her weapon. Twirling it around and shouldering the massive Warhammer. With that one cultist respond by exposing herself. Removing her blouse causing Nora to shout, "Hey! There's a kid here don't be so lewd!"

However, it seems the cultist had other plans as she took the khanjar blade and begin peeling off her own bust. Nora nearly vomits till she saw the flesh that she removed moved, slowly at first but then suddenly it leapt at her. Nora let's out a muffled scream as the thin lair of skin covered her face and wrapped around her neck. Strangling her as she struggles to rip it off. As she violently thrashes around trying to get the skin from her face, the few cultists who were not on the ground or with non-serious injuries charged towards her. Oliver tries to intervene but the one cultist grabs ahold of him. Holding up the khanjar, he goes to plunge one of Oliver's eyes out when someone grabbed his arm.

"Remember me, you cunt?" A Scottish voice spoke before delivering a hard right hook. This sent the Cultist to the ground, causing him to fall and crack his neck on the table. "Alright you fecking savages. Let me show you what your god can't save you from!"

Removing from his back was the Orient's emergency double barrel. Normally one use this in case of bandit raids in the Balkans. But seeing a dozen cultist trying to skin alive two kids call for this kind of situation. He blasted one in the head with the shotgun before blasting another with the secondary shell. He quickly reloads the shotgun as the other three cultist rush him. Oliver not standing Idle quickly grabs a chair and with meager strength tosses it at the three-oncoming cultist. This tripped the lead one but the others jumped it. This did gave the Oldman time to reload. Blasting the other two before pinning the one that tripped to the ground.

"Little love from Scotland you damn Turkish bitch!" The old man said as he held the shotgun like a golf club. With a few hard swings he bludgeoned the side of the womens head till blood oozed from the crack in her skull.

With her death the skin flap that was on Nora fell to the ground like a snake that lost its head. She gasped in horror and discuss while falling to her knees. As she is gasping for air, Oliver quickly wheels his chair over to her. Inspecting to make sure she is alright. Nothing other than a small bruise can be seen around the neck but otherwise she seems fine. As she gasped for a few moments of air, the old man walks over to the bar and the few remaining drinks he finds he took. Pouring them onto the corpses but not before taking a large swig of a powerful Absinth. He pulls out a match before Nora finally wheezed.

"Who (Gasp) the (Gasp) hell (Gasp) are (Gasp) you?" She struggled to ask before the scene cut's to Black.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Henri! Greeting's and Salutation's. Well, well, well. Seems we are nearing our final destination. But like all trains, it requires two rails. We will see how these two fit in this complicated web knife and dagger. Perhaps even find out what these rude guests are doing on board my beloved Orient. But for now I must answer some comment and questions.

De l'honorable: Black Cross0: Most certainly.

Merci en consideration Black Cross0.

De l'honorable Dasgun: Rather rude to stare Monsieur Dasgun.

Merci en consideration Dasgun.

De l'honorable Carre: 1. It is my pleasure.

2A. Hmm, interesting. Suppose we all have hobbies.

2B. She is the sandwich loaf of witchcraft as one English gentleman put it.

3A. … well you got one part of that spot on.

3B. Yes, one must wonder how this cultist made such a costume? Or where they got there material to make it.

4. I am please to entertain you this evening.

Merci en consideration Carre.

Well, now that I finish I will leave you with this thought. If Monsieur Saucard claimed the passengers got off at Italy's newest city, Trieste but they only did so dead. Did they really leave the train or in some cruel way remained onboard? Nourriture pour la pensée. Now please if you'd so kind to leave your patronage by Favoring and following the story. A comment on the story will be answered shortly with the posting of the next. Till then;

Merci pour la lecture, from your host; Henri Peeters.