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]

[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.]

[countryofassholes]

[It's called not respecting your personal space. Still smiling, Britannia follows him right on out.]

How do you get your hair like that?

[lunatics]

It grows this way.

[Not even turning around.]

[countryofassholes]

[They're practically rubbing shoulders with how close she is to Saix.]

Even the front?

[lunatics]

Even the front.

[countryofassholes]

Would it stay that way if I touched it?

[lunatics]

Yes, and you would do well not to touch it. [He turns around, snarling at-- hang on, wait. Snarling?]

[countryofassholes]

Why not? [She stops when he does, wide eyed at the response but... not much else. If anything, she's acting like this sort of conversation is very... common...]

[lunatics]

Because I've already told you so. [And then he's off on his way again.]

[Look at that hair, Britannia. It's so long and blue and swishy. And unguarded. Totally unguarded. Swish. Swish. Swish.]

[countryofassholes]

[... yeahno.

TOUCH.]

[lunatics]

[He felt that, Britannia. He felt it. In fact, this stinker was waiting for you to just go and try and pet it like he's some kind of... puppy or something.]

What did I just tell you about touching my hair.

[countryofassholes]

You said I would do well not to touch it. [There's a very, very blatant pause here.

You never said she couldn't.]

[lunatics]

...

[And just like that he has grabbed Britannia by the arm and is dragging her off, presumably to go throttle her at a more private location. You've done it now, sis, congrats.]

[countryofassholes]

[She follows easily enough, still calmly smiling. Her eyes, however, have distinctly gained a chilly quality.]

You're being pretty rude, you know that?

[lunatics]

So are you.

[countryofassholes]

You think so? I just really wanted to touch your hair.

[lunatics]

But surely you must understand that a violation of personal space is absolutely unacceptable, especially after the other person has expressed their distaste for the idea. [His teeth are grit with fury right now, and he definitely sounds like it.]

[countryofassholes]

But you're the one touching me now. [Pointed glance at his grip on her arm.]