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- madoka kaname,
- marisa kirisame,
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- 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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"Careful!" Britannia called cheerfully as she put her hands out against Lelouch's shoulders to keep him from bumping right into her. And though her voice and smile were warm, friendly even, the gaze in her eyes was downright frozen. She knew this mask, this overly dramatic uniform... and she didn't care for it one bit.
"You guys sound like you're having fun." Britannia remarked after a moment as her eyes glanced up to look at Gino, Suzaku and Area 11 in between them. If she noticed her voice had dropped to a pleasant, almost dangerously low tone, she made no sign of it. Believing that she had a firm grip on the terrorist leader back from the dead but not trusting him for a moment, she glanced back at him, taking another good look before laughing.
"Hey, is this a joke?" She suddenly asked. "Because I don't think I really get it."
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"And you're not?" He asked Gino with dark eyes, after all even if Suzaku had betrayed some people, Gino hadn't joined with Lelouch when they had taken over Britannia, he had fought against them, against Britannia.
"That's a good question." He looked at the two he didn't recognize, his eyes demanding answers.
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So the notion of 'Britannia is here and blocking the way for Zero and Britannia just found me in the same room as Zero this is bad' is fighting a hard battle with the confusion and indignation about not being recognized.
He will just try to pull out of contributing to this conversation until he either needs to rejoin it or has understood what is going on. Or both. That seems the best way to save face right now.
"I am sure Ms Britannia would be better fit to answer such questions." That way, he would also get around introducing himself by his number. It just is so very humiliating, especially when the empire herself is present.
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Again, he found himself without weapons. So he needed a new tack. The door on his helmet opened. "Release me!"
It was worth a shot, anyway.
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An order? It was nearly laughable.
At the issued command, something faintly resembling a smile curled Britannia's lip as she looked at Lelouch and seemed to mull it over. But, to anyone who knew her, the chances of that actually happening had been nil from the start.
"And let you get away again?" She asked lightly, wondering about the small hole in the helmet as she pointedly tightened her grip. "I don't think I should."
But then, calmly as ever, she did release him- and push him back towards Gino. "I guess introductions are overdue anyway, I am The Holy Empire of Britannia and he-" she glanced at Kiku, "is Area 11."
No, she wasn't really all that happy about finding him and Zero in the same vicinity.
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His burst of laughter was more surprised than anything. "This a joke?"
They didn't look like they were joking, though. "... What, seriously?"
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That however paled to nothing when the woman who had caught Zero introduced herself and the man Suzaku had thought was one of the Black Knights.
"What? That's..." Not possible, insane...
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He simply makes a small gesture towards Britannia, making sure to keep any emotion or sentiment out of his next words. "You might have gotten a stand-in instead of the correct person." He doubts that that will change anything, but he cannot really tell the other nation to let go of Zero.
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So he would try it one more time. The panel on his helmet snapped open again. "Gino Weinberg. Do not allow any of these people to hinder me!"
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"And he's pretty obnoxious, so I'd like to kill him anyway. Though I guess Charles or Schneizel might prefer something else..."
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"Sure, sure. Not my fault if she hears about this and cries. But you've gotta be going somewhere before they're hindering you--."
Oh, that chick who said she was Britannia wanted to kill him. That counted as a hindrance. "Good enough for me. You wanna get out?"
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What on earth was going on.
"Wait, you're going to help Zero??"
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Okay, he might try to use that truly very wobbly rule to his advantage right now.
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Because really, what else could she draw from a Knight of Rounds assisting a known terrorist? Still, her confusion was palpable. Of all the knights she would have suspected of this kind of treason, Gino had been one of the lowest on that list. If anything, she would have pitted it on Suzaku, not for his number heritage, but for his personality of doing whatever was necessary to achieve his goals.
And then Japan was speaking, appearing to be so very diplomatic in a situation that was impossible for anyone involved to act as such in.
"You think so? But the fight is pretty uneven right now."
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Man, everyone was confused right now, weren't they? "Knight of One," he added, with a half-salute to 'Britannia'. "Not a traitor. Anyway, it's been great catching up, but we're getting out of here."
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"What is going on?"
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He only looked at the blond and the masked man next to him in passing, and then turned so he could see both Britannia and Suzaku. He would not answer the empire's remark about uneven fights. Sure, it was tempting, but absolutely not worth it. And even answering indirectly... sometimes, the other nation was surprisingly good at understanding what he had almost not said.
"It might be easier if we answered the question of why we are on this train and where we are going first." It was a quick question - not so much out of interest, more to distract. The first solid thing that came to mind.
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"And the Knight of One is Bismarck. You're still at three, Gino." She added cheerfully, seemingly amused by what she assumed was mere ambition to go higher.
"Anyway, does anyone know where this Rakuen City is?"
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"Sounds Japanese."
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He shook his head at the other question, glaring at Gino when he moved Zero past them, unbelieving that he could be doing this.