Dee Moyza

Selphie hung back as the others made their way to the entrance of Tears' Point, turning the ring in her fingers.  A train GF!  Who'd have thought such a thing existed!  What would it do when summoned against enemies?  Did it bring its own tracks, or did it just barrel through the air, knocking over anything in its path?  Did it have its own personality, and, if so, would it get along with the other GFs?  After spending weeks listening to Shiva groan and complain about Siren's saucy comments, she could do with a little peace and quiet in her brain.

"Only one way to find out," she said, and slipped the ring on her finger.  Though it had appeared far too large for her, the metal constricted to a perfect fit.  Immediately, the smell of rotting flesh filled her nostrils, and the steady clatter of train wheels on tracks drowned out her other thoughts.

Mmm.  A deep male voice growled, low and sensual,  igniting Selphie's nerves and sending sparks to her most sensitive areas.  Oh, yes.  One as fond of destruction as I am.

"What?"  Selphie asked, only partially out of confusion.  No matter what he said, she wanted to keep this GF talking; the timbre of his voice alone made her weak in the knees, in the best way possible.

Don't play ignorant, girl.  I sensed it the moment we connected.  You crave violence.

"I wouldn't say I crave it.  It's just…necessary in my line of work."

You enjoy that it is, though, don't you?  She could feel Doomtrain swirling through her mind, taking his time to reach the same destination as her other GFs.  You enjoy chaos, unpredictability.  Yes, you and I… Doomtrain sighed, and the sensation tingled through Selphie's body, just beneath her skin.  …we are so much alike.

"I don't really think so.  For one thing, you're a train."

I wasn't always.  My current form is a curse from a crafty king.

"A curse?"

I was a warrior, once.  Strong, masterful, ruthless.  I cut down friend and foe alike, should any stand in my way.  On the battlefield one day—

"Sefie!"  Irvine's voice jolted Selphie from her thoughts, and Doomtrain receded with a growl.  "What're you doing, just standing there?  C'mon, or you'll end up a Torama's afternoon snack!"

"Oh, please!" Selphie called back, thankful to find her voice steady.  If only she could say the same about her body.  Her hands trembled, her knees were soft, and a delicate ache throbbed between her legs.  All this from just a voice?  What a special GF, indeed!  "Like I can't handle a few monsters on my own.  You're confusing me with yourself, Irvy!"

She jogged to catch up to the others, Doomtrain still trailing through her brain.  She'd have to make time to listen to his story, and soon.

Very, very soon.