and then they fell. [rakuen revolution opening post]

[utopiamods]

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."

Comments

[lunatics]

All I know, I just told you. [Hmph. About time she let him go. He moves over on the seat to give her some personal space, and to indicate that there is absolutely no reason for her to think that he was going to punch her in the gut again... there is, of course, but there is always a reason for attack, even if it's not a very good one.]

[countryofassholes]

Hmm... that's disappointing. [Still, she doesn't seem too upset about having woken up in an unfamiliar, instead choosing to glance around them at the train. When her brief glance yields nothing interesting, she glances back at Saix and decides a different approach.]

So are you a fairy?

[lunatics]

[...]

...What.

[countryofassholes]

[Propaganda from England, sorry.]

A fairy. A magical creature that flies and kidnaps people.

hi, yes, I'd like to declare my unwavering love and allegiance to Britannia

[lunatics]

...No, I'm not a fairy.

[Seriously. What the hell.]

What could have possibly given you that idea?

alkgnlkneLOL she accepts your love, please fill out this form. <3<3<3

[countryofassholes]

[She smiles and taps the shell of her ear while looking directly at Saix.] I thought you might have been an elf.

[lunatics]

[...Oh.]

Ah, I see. No, unfortunately I am... not an elf.

[He's not human either, though...]

[countryofassholes]

So what are you?

[lunatics]

A creature without a heart.

[countryofassholes]

Really? [Said in the most boringly surprised way ever. Like the fact she just encountered what is essentially an undead is only mildly intriguing.] Do you mean the actual organ?

[lunatics]

No, not the actual organ. [Little does he know, Saïx is getting valuable practice for the millions of times he's going to have to repeat himself. Sigh.] A 'heart' is also an unfortunately-named emotional center of the human being.

[countryofassholes]

[Sooner or later, he'll learn it's better to be vague.]

So... your soul.

[lunatics]

No, souls are different. They're more like... life force. Lose your heart, and you become like me; lose your soul and you're dead. [I am so sorry, sob]

[countryofassholes]

[That my friend, is a philosophical debacle waiting to happen. Fortunately, she's not going to get into it.] How did you lose your heart?

[lunatics]

When the Darkness in the body overtakes it completely, instead of balancing with the Light.

[And the saddest part is, this baloney is actual canon in his world.]

[countryofassholes]

[How... unfittingly poetic.]

... I don't really understand what you just said. It seems really complicated.

[lunatics]

It is. [Not even his Organization of heart-less people understand what's going on with the whole thing, but then again, neither does the fandom. Or creator.]

[countryofassholes]

[I only have one thing to say: clown shoes.]

Oh well, nice to meet you Saix.

[lunatics]

[Pretty much. Many a night has been spent mocking Sora and his giant shoes until Saïx came knocking and told them to go to bed already.]

And you as well, Britannia.

[countryofassholes]

[I am endlessly amused by the possibility of a werewolf Saix enforcing a lights-out policy.]

[With that taken care of, Britannia glances about the train as it slows to a stop and gets up to stretch, shaking out muscles that have fallen asleep.]

It looks like they're telling us to get off now.

[lunatics]

[He does. He also enforces a chase-Axel-through-the-Pridelands-for-not-doing-his-paperwork-in-three-weeks policy.]

Lovely. Perhaps we'll get some answers at this destination.

[countryofassholes]

[Saix, we do not envy you your job. Take a vacation, okay?]

Maybe, I couldn't really tell you. This is my first time being kidnapped.

[lunatics]

[Well, he's certainly taking one now.]

Kidnapping, hm.

[Was it kidnapping for him? Yes, probably, even though he admittedly hadn't thought of it in such a way. But it probably also saved him from dying, for that matter.]

[countryofassholes]

[At the introspective look on Saix's face, Britannia grins and slides her arm around his shoulders, pulling him in tight like they're friends.]

You coming or not?

[lunatics]

[Wait what is this I don't--death glaaaare

Of course I am.

[And he simply gets up, walking right out of her chummy grip.]