If there was one thing she loved about the overnight train rides, it was that people were so willing to talk. Sure, they got a bit irked by her knowledge, and when she wasn’t informing them of the exact time, space and ideologies of events that have, will have or are taking place she would be talking into a tape recorder or drinking a cup of tea, but they were willing to talk. If anything, that was enough. She hardly took part in conversation anyway, so these overnight train rides were a good refresher.
The things she hated about these train rides was when she would step onto a train, knowing she’d go somewhere but ending up in an entirely different place. When things like that happened, she blamed Center. She was also impartial to when people were stupid, which was most of the time for an omniscient being, but that was beside the point.
Stepping onto the train that would take her from Montpellier, France to London, England, (Called the Liaison Line, crossing the Paisible Bridge in this universe. It was to celebrate the peace between the UK and Europe after the Euro War,) she knew that they would run into a snowstorm on the way, but the heated bridge and tracks would lead to there being no inconvenience for the passengers. After boarding at 8:24PM, she knew she would arrive at 5:19AM the next day, travel to a hotel, have an argument with the Fake Doctor without a PHD (she didn’t like him. He/She caused too many inconveniences after which she’d go to the Cafe with the rest of the Fragments and have a ridiculous amount of tea), talk to a detective who couldn’t do his job and always left it to someone else, and record for her news podcast exclusive to this Universe - but it could be found in other Universes as a transcript, written out by a friend of Center’s.
Walking to her room, she sipped an iced tea she’d bought out of a vending machine. It took exactly 5.687 seconds for her to drink all of it before she deposited it in a bin. Without looking up from the book she was writing in, she stopped to let a rushing man pass, stepped over a dropped towel, and ducked a paper airplane that flew past her. These random series of events would lead to two children meeting who would eventually become close friends and pioneers of the Space Exploration program, successfully completing the first colony on Mars. She knew this, as she knew everything. It didn’t stop her from being annoyed, however.
“I understand your inferior brains cannot comprehend this, but you really have to stop being so careless.” She told one of the train staff. “You humans really are stupid to think yourselves so intelligent. I am, of course, a human as well, so stop assuming that I’m not. I’m just a smarter human than you. Unfortunately, I am also one of the two biggest idiots in the galaxy, but that’s beside the point. It just means that I am not a smart as I think I am, but I am much smarter. Really, you don’t think these things through, do you, Observer?”
The train staff blinked - as far as she was concerned, further proof of human stupidity - stumbling over words as she walked away. Her cabin was the third on the right, and she stepped in, vaguely annoyed at what she knew would happen next - she’d discover a stain of menstrual blood on her bed, left by the previous occupant.
That’s not what happened.
Landing in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, in the capital of the nation Chaoji, (The city was called Hizumi, a ridiculous pun on the Japanese word for identification, as far as she cared to know, which was everything, because Aral was omniscient), was something she did not expect. Her omniscience quickly adjusted, and she turned a middle finger to the sky.
Fuck you, Center. You’re an idiot. I’m going to get you for this. In twenty hours, I’ll take over that dumb social media account you made.
She didn’t sigh, as that was an activity only idiots partook in. She instead stood up, ducked the bullet that flew over her head, and walked to cover, not glancing at the man she ended up sitting next to behind the bolder.
“Now.” She told him, factoring in the time it would take the noseless young man beside her to react.
Sure enough, a blast of fire emitted from his lighter, and after the screaming from the agressor and noseless man ceased, she stood up.
“You’re an idiot, Crow.” She told him.
Crow brushed off his suit, also standing. “Now, now, who are you? And would a fair lady like you be willing to accompany me to the Afterworld?”
“No. I will not entertain your stupidity. Instead, in a few hours, we will finally reach a means of exit after travelling the most direct route. I will then kill you in full view of your idiotic friends, you will go to the Afterworld alone, return after seeing the Blue idiot, and crash your own funeral. Let’s go.”
She began walking immediately, following the most direct route to the exit. Crow struggled to catch up, his freshly ignited burns causing him pain as he ran. When he was beside her, he matched her stride, smirking at her.
“So, creep lady, what’s your name? And mind explaining to an old bird what’s going on?”
She sighed, turning to Crow. “My name is Aral, and it’s a miracle you haven't heard my name. You just started a chain of events with dastardly consequences, and now we’re all fucked, idiot. Your only available option is to follow me.”
Aral turned on her heel, heading towards what she knew - and, as all Omniscient Beings knew, she was absolutely correct.
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