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Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm

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."
drawsdeath: (Side Eyes)

[personal profile] drawsdeath 2012-01-08 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
...Stop apologising, I'm not that mad. Jeeze.
untraditional: (unsure)

[personal profile] untraditional 2012-01-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm--

[ She doesn't want to bother this girl any more, so she just falls completely silent. ]
drawsdeath: (Sadness)

[personal profile] drawsdeath 2012-01-08 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Becca sighs, not liking that she suddenly feels like a villain.]

C'mon, I'll help you find out what's going on.

[She definitely doesn't sound pleased about it, but she's somewhat trying to be nice. The way she's trying, though...well, it has something to do with the fact that she wants to find out what's going on, too.]
untraditional: (anxious)

[personal profile] untraditional 2012-01-08 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
I don't want to bother you, though... so if I'd be a burden or a nuisance, please don't hesitate in going off on your own. It would be bad... if I were to trouble you any more.
drawsdeath: (Side Eyes)

[personal profile] drawsdeath 2012-01-08 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Sigh. This is so pathetic. Of course, Becca doesn't realise that this is what she sounds like most of the time, only out of being a manipulative shit rather than genuinely being concerned.]

It's fine, I want to find out what's going on, too.
untraditional: (scared)

[personal profile] untraditional 2012-01-08 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
I-If you're sure... [ She rises from her seat, folding her hands in front of her. ]
drawsdeath: (Somehow Be Okay)

[personal profile] drawsdeath 2012-01-08 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Becca moves to lead her towards the front of the train, hoping to find someone like a conductor.]
untraditional: (sweeping)

[personal profile] untraditional 2012-01-08 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She follows behind, watching the other people milling about. It's colorful here. ]