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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. A light drizzle falls onto the windows and yet every now and again there is sunlight. Peaking determinedly from behind black clouds. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, distorted by the rain.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, through the rain lined windows there is a building and people gathered on the platform.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."

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[Dreams could be reality back where Spades was from, though he couldn't think of a Princess he'd want to save, nor was he non the less a Knight than a pawn.

Whatever, it was just a shitty dream, it didn't have to make sense, so long as it didn't effect him.

Spades robotic arm rubbed up over his one good eye, trying to get the groggy sleep from it as he sucking in an annoyed breath through grit teeth. Where the fuck was Rakuen City? What the fuck was he doing on a damn train? And where the fuck were the Midnight Crew?

Raising from his seat, Spades slowly made his way down the isle, passing other who wore a puzzled expression much like his own upon their own faces.]

[Anya raises her camera and takes a picture of him without saying anything.]

[He's just interesting looking and she's fascinated]

GAH!!

[Spades was not expecting that. Covering his eyes and pulling the most unimpressed expression. Gray tongue poked out as he lowered his hands and pulled a most twisted face.

He mumbled something under his breath, still slightly dazzled from the camera's flash.]

Stupid brats these days, no respect, no common courtesy...

[Anya doesn't respond to his displeasure, instead she snaps another picture and types away on her phone, making a blog entry just for him. Aren't you special Spades Slick? Anya finds you very interesting.]

Again! are you kidding me!

[Swatting out before covering his face. Spades was losing what little temper he had reined in, you could tell by the way his obsidian eyebrow started to twitch.

Grunting and patting his pockets down... Wait, no knives? Sheesh, this kid was getting off lucky then. Instead of shanking her a good'in he simply shoved past her, muttering and swearing under his voice again.]

[Anya doesn't know that she was about to stabbed but just got lucky, but if he did stab her she would attempt to fight back, even without Mordred she could try to fight him off. Key word being try.]

[But there's one thing missing from her entry about him, his name, so she follows after him]

Name?

[Even if he had managed to have stabbed her, its nothing she should take personally, honestly! Spades stabbed everyone, even those who would class him as a comrade or pal.

Scuttling off down the aisle, looking back over his shoulder at the young girl as she followed him. Can you believe the nerve of some kids?!]

Scram!

[Flipping her his middle finger and grinding his teeth, clearly he didn't want to interact... yet clearly this girl wasn't going to just quite.]

[she may seem totally nonthreatening right now, but if you saw her in her natural habitat, inside her mecha, Spades may think a bit differently]

[Instead of pressing him for more information she just writes down "Scram" as his name]

Scram, noted.

[She begins to walk in the other direction.

[So she could stomp about in a big toy robot, big woop! ... actually, no, that sounds pretty awesome, Slick would be kind of impressed, maybe for a little while.

Upon hearing her repeat what he had said the walking off he turned, meaning to correct her, scarm was not his name and it angered him to think that she would be referring to him as such.

So, seeing as there was nothing to break her skin with in a corrective stab, Slick grabbed a polystrene cup and tossed it to bump off the back of her head.]

[She just turns around, why are you throwing things at her]

[Slick just stares back at her, before kicking the seat nearest to him and continuing his stroll.]

[But he must have wanted something from her! Back to following him]

[What the hell!?]

Didn't I tell you to scram?!

No.

[You told her your name was Scram, not that she should scram]

Yes I did!

[Growling and throwing his hat down on the floor out of anger.]

[She takes a picture of hatless "Scram"]

[Cute kid, real cute.]

[Kay, she's done, she'll leave now]

[ Dirk has gotten up from his seat to look around the train, pausing when he notices someone -- a Dersite -- who seems to have gotten the same idea.

Who's this douchebag? They all look alike, but the scar over his eye is unfamiliar. Still, this isn't exactly how Dirk wanted to advertise the fact that he was already awake.

Oh well. Nothing he can do about that. He'll just have to improvise. ]

What is this?

[Its probably lucky for Slick that the human doesn't recognize whom he shares a resemblance too, otherwise it could become very hostile very fast on this moving metal box or annoyance!

Slick turned when Dirk spoke and stared at him like he was talking in Elephant or something.]

Its a train.... We've been kidnapped clearly...

[ They all. Look. The same. Well he's obviously not HB or one of those other ridiculously-shaped ones, but. ]

Clearly. [ "We've" been kidnapped, he said. That could be a lie, but what would he gain from it? Why would he even be here if he were part of this? No... She isn't behind this, he decides, and the carapace is just as clueless as he is. ] Who are you?

[Ugh! Why was this annoying human still talking to him? Slick just wanted to get back to his home and his crew.

Leaning right into this pale skinned dude and glaring harder, his fingers twitching with frustration already.]

Who am I? who the hell are you!? I'm Spades Slick kid, now beat it!

[ Spades Slick... S. S.? Aha.

He steps aside, waving his hands in the direction Spades had been going, an elaborated gesture of "go right ahead". Dirk could probably take him in a fight, but he doesn't want to risk the collateral damage that could easily ensue.

He'll just watch, for now. ]

That's all I wanted to know.

[The one and only. Now forget you heard a thing kid.

The fact Dirk was just waving Slick by as if he ruled this damn train irked him all the more. All these stinking people around, making noise and getting in his way.

Even Dirk just watching is irritating!]

Oh I'm so glad I was able to help you..

[Nothing less than raw sarcasm.]

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again without typos >_>;

all good c:

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Late sorry! D:

np!

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