Welt. Mr. Yang. The walking encyclopaedia; His knowledge was extensive to say the least. But knowledge came with age. You knew he had been around, but you never knew how old. You wouldn’t know just by looking at him though.

A well respected nameless aboard the Astral Express. Everyone looked up to him and always went to him for a final judgement. You however, you felt like you respected him more than anyone else. Being around him felt safe. Like home. You couldn’t even explain it, nor tell him. But in his infinite wisdom, he could definitely tell you favourited him out of the others.

You were also new among the Express crew after picking you up and giving you a new life after a mission. Settling in wasn’t easy but he was there. Always there. The Warp Jumping was the awkward part for sure.

This recent mission you were sent on was a tough one. A solo mission Himeko deemed you capable of. You were a huge doubter, obviously doubting your abilities, and your intuition was correct. It had you beat by the time you materialised back in the Parlour Car, but you knew how to save face. A neat little trick you picked up from your now abandoned home planet.

There he was. Sitting in the midsection of the Parlour Car on the booth seats, leaning against a table with some scattered archive files on. His cane, the one that held an incomprehensible amount of power, propped up against it. His attention was focused on the files until that all familiar sound of teleportation caught his ears. Looking up, he saw you and greeted you with that gentle smile.

“Oh, hey kid~”

His voice travelled through the air to grace your ears, even through the faint melodies of the Phonograph.