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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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[ What... was her last name? Why can't she remember it? Had she hit her head on the way down? ]
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[ What is going on here... ]
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I don't understand at all... we're speaking Japanese together right now, aren't we?
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Are you sure you aren't just confused?
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[ ...as dim as Ruka seems, though, there's no way anyone could make that mistake. What is going on? ]
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But...
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[ She thinks of what Okabe would say if he were here. Mind control? A chip implanted in their brains, instantly translating everything that is said? ... The Organization's doing, no doubt he would say. She smiles a little. ]
But... even if it's odd, I'm glad that we can understand each other.
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Um! I suppose I ought to ask first, before deciding on my own... Do you want to be friends...? You're very nice, and I'd be honored if you wanted to...
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[ It couldn't hurt to have someone to push around if she needs to. ]
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