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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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Um. Yes?
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[He climbs down to the floor from the baggage containers.]
Are you related to Latvia? Last time I saw him, he shook all the time.
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[Just looking
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...he can look down on Lithuania.]
A-are y- [Looking around nervously. Is this something that Russia did, and if yes, why, and if not, into how much trouble will it get them? WHERE IS ESTONIA WHEN YOU NEED HIM.]
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You can't be Latvia. Latvia's smaller than I am.
[but he could be a country pretending to be Latvia for some reason.]
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[Oh no, he needs to make sure that Russia doesn't find them before he got this figured out... But how is he supposed to figure this out?!]
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[Backing up more, glancing back for an escape route...]
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[What if tiny Lithuania runs into Russia like this and attacks him?!]
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[His voice is a little shaky but insistent, with a rough around the edges force Lithuania will perfect later in life.]
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[He's just awesome at dealing with this.]
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[He hates that fact, but at 140 cm, he kind of has a point there.]
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No, it's 1200.
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[gesturing to their surroundings]
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[Maybe that will prove the time to the little big not!brother?]
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Well, I don't need to right now... You could show me around the rest of the train?
[Lithuania has no idea what else is in a train.]
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[He takes a step back towards the aisle.]
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You're really Latvia?
[Yeah he's still been thinking about that.]
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[If Latvia didn't grow as much...]
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