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rakuen2012-04-07 02:35 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-04-07 02:35 pm
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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."
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."
Late sorry! D:
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...
np!
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?
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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!
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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.
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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.]