Next stop: Utopia Academy

[utopiamods]

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.

-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.

"Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. This tramline terminates here; all change. Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. All change."

Sunlight streams through the windows of the long carriage, making the seats almost uncomfortably warm beneath its sleeping passengers. The air is muggy and thick, the atmosphere relaxing. Almost too relaxing; the warmth and the silence make it difficult to immediately muster any kind of reaction or thought. Your nausea settles, slowly. The last of the dream fades.

"We have arrived at Utopia. Repeat, we have arrived at Utopia Academy. Could all passengers please leave the tram, as it is terminating here."

Comments

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"Like the round table?" Kevin asked, eyes flickering to the insignia obligingly for all the good it would do. Needless to say, the symbol didn't look at familiar to him and he was soon looking back at Gino.

"Don't know. They don't really look like the type." He remarked, glancing at the other people scattered about the train with a pessimistic look. "You said you're a pilot, do you fly jets or bombers or something?"

[trollofthree]

"Probably," He hadn't really thought about the origin, but that sounded appropriate. "And, nope," he sketched what would probably be a humanoid figure in the air with one finger, "We have Knightmare Frames."

But anyway. There were more interesting things to find out. "What does a tennis player look like?"

[imperceptible]

"Knightmare... what!?" Kevin watched Gino make the outline and couldn't even fathom what it was that he was drawing. Maybe it was a name for a strange jet he hadn't heard of?

"Uh... Like me I guess?"

[trollofthree]

"All of them?" He was just teasing by this point, though he found that he was actually interested in what Kevin had to say. Tennis wasn't exactly one of his fortes. Neither, apparently, was explaining the machine he'd been piloting for years. He couldn't recall anything about how the Tristan worked. "Knightmare frames," he repeated, to stall for time. "Humanoid machines piloted by humans and used for war?"

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"Of course not!" Kevin snapped back, growing irritated with Gino's carefree manner. How could someone be so easy-going in this kind of situation? They'd been kidnapped for crying out loud!

Huffing angrily and crossing his arms, Kevin gave the train car another once over, as if something had changed since the last time he looked, using the time to compose himself. When he felt he had his annoyance back under control, he look back at Gino and frowned.

"You mean like... a robot? Or a mech?" Mech was the word for it in Japan, right?