rakuen | 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."

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Hey, are you okay?

[Becca moves to shrug out of her jacket and offer it to him. That must be why he's shaking, right? He's cold?]

Y-yes!

[Nodding. He is fine, he really doesn't want to get into trouble for saying that he is scared of what Russia might do if he doesn't find the larger nation quickly.

He also gestures a "No" to the jacket, which turns out as more of a flail than anything else.]

You look terrified... C'mon, calm down.

I n-need to find Mr Russia, have y...ou seen him?

'Mr. Russia'?

H-he is tall and blond a...nd large and [stop. backtrack.] H-he is not large as in fat he i...s just really huge l-like a mountain wh-which is not a bad huge!

[No, Latvia. Not making it better.]

So he's fat but he's someone you respect enough to not call him that...

H-he is not f-fat at all please d-do not say that! It is only because he is huge!

[Shaking harder.]

So you're afraid of him? Does...does he hurt you?

[Child abuse was an important topic to her. But as soon as she was aware of that thought in her head, she cried out softly in pain, putting a hand to her forehead. Why did it matter so much to her? She couldn't remember a thing, and it hurt so much...]

[He nods his head a lot to quickly and then looks over his shoulder quickly. And then checks the next corner. You never know.]

I-I belong to him, s-so... But p-please do not tel h-him!

I'll... I'll protect you from him...

[He pings her a lot; he's the same age as her little brother. Maybe they look alike...she can't remember his face and her headache is getting worse. She presses her eyes shut and gasps again, amazed at how sudden and strong the pain is.]

I... I won't tell him. But I'll try to rescue you...

M-miss?

[He's calming down a bit. Someone else needs t be taken care of.] P-please sit down, miss. I will get a g-glass of water for you.

[She can't argue with that. She stumbles backwards into one of the seats, still wincing in pain.]

I don't...know what's come over me...

I a-am sorry, please w...ait a moment.

[He will be back quickly with one of those tiny paper mugs that they offer on night trains for teeth brushing purposes and offer the water to her.]

Are you f-feeling a bit better?

[She takes it and sips at it slowly.]

A little bit... I dunno why I'm suddenly getting these headaches, they're really bad.

Y-you do not get them normally?

No, they just started when I woke up.

M...aybe you should sleep a bit more o-or eat a bit.

Something like that... I don't think I'll get that on this train, though.

Th...en when we got off. But you should at least l-lie down until we arrive.

[He'll take off his jacket and offer it to her.] Y-you can use this as a blanket.

I'm fine...or at least... I'll be fine, really. I'm made of some pretty sturdy stuff.

Th-that does not mean that you shouldn't lie down.

[He will play mamahen until she has lied down.]

[It's kind of adorable that he's trying, and it just makes her more stubbornly not want to.]

Oh, believe me, I'm hard to take down.

[She winces as another wave of pain and nausea assaults her. It has to do with the words she's saying, somehow, with the thoughts she's thinking and the holes she can feel in her brain.]

Y-you really should lie down.

[Young hands will reach forward to try and grab her shoulders to giver her a gentle push into a lying position - he's not applying violence, more giving his words a bit of emphasis by guiding her.]

[She yelps in fear and moves to brush his hands away, though another splitting headache announces that she has no idea why the idea of being touched scared her so. Obediently, she flops backwards onto the seats, staring up at the ceiling.]

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