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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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-- she started, waking up and feeling the world tilt and spin. She clapped a hand over her mouth to try and keep the bile from coming up, the burning at the back of her throat almost too much. The story echoed through her head just as Feferi felt like things were past the point where they could be called overwheming. A princess, a demon lord, her knight. Of course she knew the story (no she didn't; it wasn't part of her horrorterror dreams, her unique brand of nightmares), and the last words faded to black as the world followed suit.
How long was it until she woke again? Feferi couldn't say. She hadn't dreamt when she fell asleep the second time, an experience she counted as strange in and of itself. It was tempting to stay asleep, fold it around her like a blanket and rest, if it was going to be that deep and dreamless. Her eyes were heavy as she blinked them open, the mechanical voice grating on her nerves.
"Rakuen City?" The word was foreign on her tongue, which still felt too thick for her, as if her words were still thick with sleep.
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"I'm Feferi. I'm a troll, from the planet Alternia."
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"If you want to."
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"I... I can't draw... I don't know what's going on..."
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Oh... I'm sorry. Did I fall asleep on you? Goodness, my head feels so fuzzy...
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[Feferi smiles.]
I'm Feferi. It's good to meet you!
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[And she gets a smile right back, before Kairi carefully stretches out with a yawn, careful not to knock around into the troll.]
Where exactly are we, do you know...?
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"Looks like it. Do you know where that is?"
For the moment she doesn't quite process the strangeness of Feferi's appearance. It's only one among many oddities right now.
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Pink hair. That was really cute, actually.
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"What's up with your ears?" She blurted out, then covered her mouth at the faux pas. "Oh gosh i'm sorry, that was really rude!"
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She settled back, noting the epaulettes and the shorts, wondering what Kanaya would say. And then she moved the fins a little. "I live underwater back home."
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It's impossible to tell if he's staring at her, although his head is tilted in her direction. That, and he shrugged when she blurted out Rakuen City.
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She catches the shrug, at least.
"That's about right. I don't think anyone knows."
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[She gives him a warm smile.]
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