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rakuen2011-02-05 10:32 am
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-02-05 10:32 am
Entry tags:
- !!round change,
- edgar roni figaro,
- fletcher tringham,
- gino weinberg,
- grenn atair,
- huashi sun,
- kallen kozuki,
- kotarou,
- lelouch vi britannia,
- mei chang,
- meryl silverburgh,
- nunnally vi britannia,
- oichi,
- reiko date,
- rolo lamperouge,
- romeo,
- russel tringham,
- sherlock holmes,
- shoujou,
- sora himoto,
- suzaku kururugi,
- tomoko oashi,
- tsuki aoi
Round 1 [beta characters here]
And then you woke up and it was all a dream.
Or... was it?
You don't know. The details are fading. Some of it seems as clear as if if had happened minutes ago, whilst the rest is as hazy and vague as a long-lost memory. You remember blood and screams; a girl with a bright smile. Need to get rid of you, someone said. For a little while. Sometimes you were running, fighting, facing dark shadows with red eyes and mocking smiles. Sometimes you were hunting yourself, hurting people, feeling the power of your weapon coursing through you as you headed towards your prey. Sometimes you were watching your friends die, or your family, or your enemies.
Your shadow is you, and you are your shadow, and its voice is all around you.
Free us. Free them.
Static. More images, some you will remember and some you will not.
...but, your shadow whispers, the Demon King always returned. Didn't he?
You are outside, and the sky is blood. The towers glow, humming atonally as a star lights up the sky. The campus blazes with its light; the lines of the symbol span the horizon, and a tiger smiles.
Once, the knight despaired and sought a sage...
The tiger smiles, and the world is consumed in fire. You're falling, falling, and the shadow's voice falls with you.
There is a story everybody knows.
Light streams through the windows of your room. In eight different rooms, in four different buildings, thirty-nine students wake up with a start, and find their campus as picturesque and empty as it was the day before.
The day before? What...
A cheery voice breaks through the fog of confusion, loud over the speaker system.
"Good morning, students! Please be at the lobby by midday for the week's announcements."
Or... was it?
You don't know. The details are fading. Some of it seems as clear as if if had happened minutes ago, whilst the rest is as hazy and vague as a long-lost memory. You remember blood and screams; a girl with a bright smile. Need to get rid of you, someone said. For a little while. Sometimes you were running, fighting, facing dark shadows with red eyes and mocking smiles. Sometimes you were hunting yourself, hurting people, feeling the power of your weapon coursing through you as you headed towards your prey. Sometimes you were watching your friends die, or your family, or your enemies.
Your shadow is you, and you are your shadow, and its voice is all around you.
Free us. Free them.
Static. More images, some you will remember and some you will not.
...but, your shadow whispers, the Demon King always returned. Didn't he?
You are outside, and the sky is blood. The towers glow, humming atonally as a star lights up the sky. The campus blazes with its light; the lines of the symbol span the horizon, and a tiger smiles.
Once, the knight despaired and sought a sage...
The tiger smiles, and the world is consumed in fire. You're falling, falling, and the shadow's voice falls with you.
There is a story everybody knows.
Light streams through the windows of your room. In eight different rooms, in four different buildings, thirty-nine students wake up with a start, and find their campus as picturesque and empty as it was the day before.
The day before? What...
A cheery voice breaks through the fog of confusion, loud over the speaker system.
"Good morning, students! Please be at the lobby by midday for the week's announcements."
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The sense of relief quickly faded as she glanced around. Was she back at her original school, or was this still the imitation? As she noticed the other figures still there, it could be quickly obvious where she was. The sinking feeling in her gut only tightened, though she had to admit it was almost absurd. She actually wanted to return to that place, one she hated so much?
But compared to this one... her brow furrowed as images of things that had passed began to pass through her mind. But just as quickly they faded. Tsuki had never been one to dwell on dreams; they were just that, and once awake they were best discarded and forgotten. Yes, this nightmare was the same. It was something she needed to move on from, not cling to.
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"Tsuki... Did you... dream of shadows of ourselves?" Grenn wasn't sure if the word should be 'dream', her mind was trying to grab onto something else, but it would have to do for now.
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"...though I suspect it was no mere dream."
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"No... Shared dreams can't be... dreams. There was something..." Frag it. how had she forgotten? It was important. It had been obvious and now she had forgotten.
She needed to do something. Something... Well. Maybe Koharu and her friends couldn't hack the real Utopia's system when they got home, but maybe she could hack this Utopia's system. She was not outstanding at hacking, but anything would be better than nothing. Especially after this shared 'dream'.
"I hope... nothing like that happens again. I can't even... sort everything out..." But she remembered her own death very well. Very, very well.
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"I--I..It wasn't just a dream?"