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

[drawsdeath]

It said it's stopping.

[hugling]

Yeah, but it won't stay here forever. It'll go back the other way at some point.

[drawsdeath]

They'll probably get on and throw everybody off.

[hugling]

I'm pretty good at hiding.

[he goes to shapeshift into some kind of animal, but stops. His eyes go wide, and it's obvious he's close to freaking out.]

Holy shit.

[drawsdeath]

[Of course, Becca doesn't realise what he's trying to do. He just looks weird.]

...What? What's the matter?

[hugling]

I can't-- my powers. My powers are gone.

[this is the worst possible thing]

[drawsdeath]

Powers?

[She can feel another headache coming on as she thinks about the word, but she manages to shove it away.]

There's no such thing as powers. Don't be silly.

[hugling]

Yeah, there is. I can do all this stuff, normally, but for some reason I can't now, and to be honest it's a little stressful!

[drawsdeath]

Superpowers aren't real. I dunno what you think you can do, but it's normal to not be able to do anything weird.

[hugling]

Yes, they are. I have powers, almost everyone I hang out with has powers. They're real.

[drawsdeath]

I think you're nuts. You can't even use 'em to prove you have 'em now. That's sure 'convenient'.

[hugling]

No! No, at home-- ugh. Okay. You know what, whatever, this isn't really worth arguing. I'm crazy, I'm just making it up.

[drawsdeath]

[She sighs, not believing that he thinks he's making it up, but agreeing that it's not worth arguing.]

So can you hide without your 'powers'? Or are you getting off the train like the rest of us?