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rakuen2012-03-03 10:11 am
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-03-03 10:11 am
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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. Rain pounds on the train and runs down the window in rivulets. Despite the rain there is a ray of sunlight streaming 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. Rain pounds on the train and runs down the window in rivulets. Despite the rain there is a ray of sunlight streaming 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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[He positively wilts. Then, just as quickly, he bursts into a grin.]
Because heroes win, always? Because Demon Lord is not so smart? Because Princess helped? Could be, could be!
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...wait. You had the same dream as me?
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Dream? The story in the sleep, with the winning Knight and the not so smart Demon Lord, yes? Saw it!
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[Probably. But he hadn't checked...]
...No Demon Lord at all, yes?
[Just to be sure, he ducks down and starts looking under the seats.]
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Who are you, anyway?
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Firifale!
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Lemina Ausa of the Magic Guild of Vane. You've probably heard of me.
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Haven't!
[Subtlety? What's that?]
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Heard of you now, yes? Good, right?
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[His smile falters again.]
Didn't live near people, mostly. Haven't heard of most things! Just plains and.... and...
[A little frown. Strange. What else was there? He couldn't remember hardly anyone except a few travellers and then the ones from last week. Not his parents, no siblings, no townspeople, no towns, nothing. Unsettling.]
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Look, if you don't know anything, at least don't get in my way, okay?
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Whose voice?
[He gestures up at the ceiling where the loudspeaker announcement came from. This has been bothering him.]
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[He stops staring at the ceiling and snaps his gaze back to Lemina with an excited jolt as it clicks.]
Ah! Magic with the moving? Magic from one place to another? [There's a second for him to think about the implications. Next logical step? Simple!]
Let's find the magic maker!
[Here's hoping her personal space isn't too important, because he's trying to grab her by the wrist and drag her out of the carriage.]