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rakuen2012-08-11 01:50 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-08-11 01:50 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. Rain lashes at the windows blurring the country side around you, but if you manage to see through the water droplets you will see flowers full of Spring flowers , even if the sky is black with clouds. If you look carefully you might catch a drift of smoke from the train passing the window. Inside the train it is warm, the heaters are running blowing hot air from under the seats.
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. Rain lashes at the windows blurring the country side around you, but if you manage to see through the water droplets you will see flowers full of Spring flowers , even if the sky is black with clouds. If you look carefully you might catch a drift of smoke from the train passing the window. Inside the train it is warm, the heaters are running blowing hot air from under the seats.
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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He runs out on the the platform out of breath, but still screaming for his brother.
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There was no odor of freak in the air, no sensations surging through his body to indicate something was wrong. He opened his good eye and looked up at the ceiling for several moments, taking stock of himself: One humanoid body, one suit with tie, one pair of newly shined shoes, and a distinct stiffness in his neck from how he had been sitting. He sighed a bit and rolled his head about a few times to loosen the muscles. An endless expanse of time using perfect posture made sitting in an awkward position an unbearable experience.
Izumi stood up to look around and paused. He was on a train. He removed his jacket and sniffed gently at the collar. No hint of freak or human. Somehow he had been transported without being touched directly, but even that would have left a recognizable odor. He slid his jacket back on and adjusted it before heading for the door. Wherever the train had stopped at would have to be his destination for now while he sorted things out. As he gripped the handle he paused. Had that bag always been there? He picked it up and inspected it for a moment, examining the contents. Well, it was hardly suitable to just leave it there, yes? He picked it up and carried it under his arm as he exited the train.
With a smile he wondered what Asagi would do without him while he figured out how to make the return trip, stepping onto the platform with a sigh. At least, for the moment, he was still in one piece. Now all he needed was to find someone knowledgeable to help him out...