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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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[ Though right now she's wishing that she had just gone home to Tarth, like Randall Tarly had told her to. ]
And you?
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Yes, home in...
[What was it called again? He wrinkles his nose as he strains to remember, having heard it for the first time this week. --Wait, what? Even Firifale can tell that it's strange to have lived there his whole life without knowing the name. There's a pause while he searches for some sort of explanation and comes up empty-handed.]
...Angrica. Probably. But not Rakuen! [That much, he's certain of.]
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What's this iron trap that we are in? Where is it going?
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A train! People get on. Goes CHIcka-chicka-CHIcka-chicka-CHIC [Have some strange hand charades of the wheels moving.] and the clang-clang-clang [This time he moves his hands to indicate the rails of the track.] keeps it from going wooble-wooble. [From the wavy motions, this is probably indicating the train falling off the track. He beams up at her, clearly proud of himself.]
Then people get off in a new place. But! Don't know where.
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Where did you learn all this?
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[Odd! He thought most people had, and he was the strange one.]
Saw one, once. Asked... [Pause. Blank stare. Ohno. What was his name? Not Oliver, the other man. The smart one, the one who'd taught him about ethnocentrism but not how to read. How could he remember Oliver, the stupid snake of a man, but forget the smart one's name? HORRIBLE! He's somewhat flustered now.]
The one with the glasses and the fangs that aren't his! Tall! Hat! He explained. Said more, too, things with fire and steam! Didn't get that bit.