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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."
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Hmm...
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Rubbing her eyes and giving a good stretch, she jumped onto her feet and taking a quick peak out the window of the train.]
Rakuen City, huh... [She then looks down the passageway of the train, somewhat not expecting others to be there with her.]
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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.]
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again without typos >_>;
all good c:
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Late sorry! D:
np!
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This definitely wasn't the place she was in earlier, nor did she remember falling asleep. Come to think of it, where had she been?
The train pulls in and she stands, driven to get off the train as nonchalantly as possible, as if she planned to be here all along, as all the while she searched and searched over the crowd of people for a familiar face.]
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can they cat fight yet. 0u0
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He stepped out onto the platform, briefcase at hand and looking very much annoyed.]
What the hell is going on.
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There's too many people here...