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rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !!npc,
- !!open,
- !!round change,
- aisha clanclan,
- area 11,
- britannia,
- britanny piece,
- dahlia hawthorne,
- dave strider [au],
- dr. samuel henderson,
- feferi peixes,
- gamzee makara,
- gino weinberg,
- homura akemi,
- kairi,
- koharu izaki [au],
- kotarou,
- latvia,
- lelouch vi britannia,
- lithuania,
- madoka kaname,
- marisa kirisame,
- oichi,
- ramona flowers,
- rebecca harcourt,
- red,
- roxie richter,
- ruka urushibara,
- saix,
- scott pilgrim,
- shion,
- sollux captor,
- sonic the hedgehog,
- spain,
- suzaku kururugi,
- teddy altman,
- utena tenjou,
- vriska serket,
- yuri lowell
and then they fell. [rakuen revolution opening post]
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 as it winds its way through white drifts of now. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.
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.
"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 as it winds its way through white drifts of now. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.
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.
"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 ends up falling off the seat in confusion.]
What...
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[There's a girl staring at you from across the way, seated with her hands folded in her lap.]
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You okay?
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Good luck waking her up.]
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[Nudge] Hey. We're here. Wake up. [Gentle nudge]
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[Rakuen City. That's not a city he's ever heard of. How did he get here, and... could that city be...?]
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Man, what a drea-- Huh?!
[Sorry, Red. He's going to twist around in his seat to look out of the train window, and then turn back to you.]
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This seemed to be a good idea at the time okok
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She blinks her eyes open and looks around. ]
...What happened?
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Yep not saying anything just staring and maybe quietly freaking out]
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Dare you disturb them? (Yes go ahead.)]
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/sob... quietly puts violence warning in here....
He looked to the side and pulled up, he had been leaning on someone... on...
"Zero!"
Suzaku reacted quickly, grabbing Zero by the throat and pushing him against the seat.
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Also this is not a nice way to wake up. Really not a nice way. Waking up in unpleasant ways is usually something that he can attribute to Britannia, so that will be the first conclusion of his still dazed mind (Suzaku's words don't really make that conclusion less likely). He tries to grab the arm and push it away from himself, in an instinctive attempt to stop the other person from choking him.]
I am sure it can be explained! Please calm down!
whoops HI 11 I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE
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argh somehow I managed to not reply to this.... sorry!
Oh, it's fine c:
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( Weird, she feels as though she has other things to address but goodness if she can remember right now. A glance around tells her that there doesn't seem to be anyone familiar in the immediate area but that didn't mean there wasn't someone she knew nearby.
Oh, well, Madoka had to get up anyway. A look around wouldn't hurt. )
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tl;drs
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[It's a recent development. There's still blood on his shirt, although if you're accustomed to blood being, say, red, you could pretty easily take it for mustard or something.]
[he fumbles his hand along the edge of the chair, trying to work out where the hell he could possibly be, but he has no idea. Maybe it's a dream bubble? But it's definitely not his memory...]
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Are you a monster?
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-- she started, waking up and feeling the world tilt and spin. She clapped a hand over her mouth to try and keep the bile from coming up, the burning at the back of her throat almost too much. The story echoed through her head just as Feferi felt like things were past the point where they could be called overwheming. A princess, a demon lord, her knight. Of course she knew the story (no she didn't; it wasn't part of her horrorterror dreams, her unique brand of nightmares), and the last words faded to black as the world followed suit.
How long was it until she woke again? Feferi couldn't say. She hadn't dreamt when she fell asleep the second time, an experience she counted as strange in and of itself. It was tempting to stay asleep, fold it around her like a blanket and rest, if it was going to be that deep and dreamless. Her eyes were heavy as she blinked them open, the mechanical voice grating on her nerves.
"Rakuen City?" The word was foreign on her tongue, which still felt too thick for her, as if her words were still thick with sleep.
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"Uhm...does anyone remember what day it is?"
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"It should be nearly spring though..." He glanced out the window, it didn't look like spring... Hadn't it been the hunt? The tanks?
What was he doing on... a train?
He should have probably asked those questions before but he had been distracted by the blue talking hedgehog.
"Do you know why we are here?"
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wow I english gud 8|
Happens to the best of us. -patpat-
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... and around-
One more twist of the head...] What the...?
[And who the heck is sleeping on him?]
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He checks on every person to see if they are someone that he knows, so expect a shaking blond 15-year-old boy to shyly look at your face before he tries to hastily move on.
Oh yeah. He's shaking hard enough to get at least a 6.0 on the Richter scale.]
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Wh... Uh.
[Just give him a minute before he can make words.]
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Wake up, don't sleep on me.
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That night though, she felt something pulling her down, spreading sticky cotton over her eyelids. She fought for consciousness but she was a leaf in the archetypal stream. Revolutions, roses, apocalypses, princes, brides...knights, princesses. The transition is almost seemless. Someone spliced in a new reel and the movie was continuing. A sequel?
She woke up on a train, standing, clutching the strap. She touched her uniform where the wound should have been. Nothing but a patch in the cloth and the slight tightness indicating an old scar. It was the same on the other side.
"Rakuen city huh..." Evidently she was not (ever?) done. She gathered her natural optimism around her. There was more to do in this new place.
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But it looks like everyone else is in the same boat, and when the girl next to her starts crying, Dahlia stirs, pretending to wake, and looks at her in concern. ]
A-are you... are you all right...?
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Hmm, that sure made me hungry . . .
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She closed her eyes against the sun, letting her mind drift until the train finally lurched to a stop]
Oh! [She stumbled to her feet, ever obedient to the train voices, and looked around again.] Shouldn't there be more of us...people die everyday.
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[Becca looks over, and something about what the girl had said was giving her a dreadful headache. These headaches were starting to become the norm for her, and that was desperately unsettling--they never had been before.]
It's just a train...
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Did everyone else fall asleep too? It must have been a long ride!
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Still. He knew he shouldn't be here. But he can't remember where he was last. Who he was with last. It was a strange feeling. He made no indication that he was lost or confused, the usual nonchalant expression on his face. He dug through his pockets quickly. No phone.
Huh...
Guess he's woken up to worst scenarios. And he hasn't died yet. That's a start.
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[Latvia stopped to look at him and check if he knows him - but the clothing really does not look like something from the union, so the answer is probably a no.]
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Her fist clenched and she punched the seat of whoever was sitting in front of her as she tried to recall how it happened, but couldn't. She was dead with no recollection of how and she couldn't recall if it was justified or if she would wake up. Which brought her back to the place at hand. She turned to the window, peering through it. Dream bubble? This place seemed different from any dream bubble she had been in. She looked around. There were too many people, people that weren't in the game and shouldn't be in a dream bubble - asleep, dead, or otherwise.
It didn't make sense and she hated it, and she sank further into her seat, wings twitching feebly in the confined space of it. She shifted uncomfortably and glared in no particular direction. She should get up, check out what was going on and get some answers, but she didn't. No, she could do that later- if she was dead she had plenty of time to spare now. Right now she would really rather think about how much she wanted to punch Terezi in the face.
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Looking back and forth frantically, his heart began to race at the unfamiliar surroundings of the train. There were many passengers, none of which he immediately recognized. Perhaps he hadn't made it to the bus after his trip back from visiting Kim? But why was he on a train?
Scott stood up from his seat and began to move down the train, calling out without any proper concern for the other passengers.]
"KNIVES?! KIM?! STEPHEN STILLS?! . . . Wallace?"