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rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
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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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.