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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. Fog envelopes the windows, obstructing your view and reminding you of an unsettling dream simultaneously. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, a slightly different shade and consistency as the grey fog.
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. The train judders to a stop, the shape of buildings and people only now barely visible as shadows beyond the windows.
"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. Fog envelopes the windows, obstructing your view and reminding you of an unsettling dream simultaneously. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, a slightly different shade and consistency as the grey fog.
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. The train judders to a stop, the shape of buildings and people only now barely visible as shadows beyond the windows.
"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
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she steps over towards him and reads the slate ]
So am I.
Whoops. Let's just go with this version of their thread?
okay!
How is this already adorable?
ITS BECAUSE LOUIS IS SUPER CUTE <3
That's a good reason.
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The feeling is mutual, I'm afraid. May I ask a rather personal question?
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She is, however, awake enough to try not to gouge out anyone next to her with her horns. ]
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Why are you glowing?
[Hey, that part, to him at least, is way more interesting.]
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Oh, you're here, too! I guess we all must've headed straight into another dream bubble right after I sent you guys off. [Yes, that's obviously what happened. Whatever the case, it's good to see another familiar face.]
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prose please! ota
Wait. Train? When did she get on a train?
England made her way to the door and walked down the steps in a haze, shielding her eyes from the sun once she was outside.
"What the hell..."
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She had noticed she was on a train already and was making her way to the exit when she heard a very familiar voice. She looked around to see if she could spot the pigtail wearing nation, "Britannien..."
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She rubbed her head, it hurt a little, she must have overslept. She stood from her chair and looked out in the passageway of the train, there must be others on this train.
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"What was that all about..."
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seriously* eck typos
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"You, human," he started, giving the best possible impression. Yes.
( No. )
"I command you to tell me where we are."
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...Oh dear.
He surveyed his surroundings. On an old-fashioned train in an unfamiliar landscape, pulling into a station whose name he didn't recognize. A lot of strangers in bizarre costumes. A grey-skinned woman with horns. A bird with a slate.
Oh dear.
He pulled out his cell phone, fingers already finding the speel-dial for Mori, but all it did was beep and inform him that he was not in the network area. Then the low battery chime sounded and it promptly shut off.
Oh dear. But that was all right, wasn't it? He had Mori's number memorized. He looked up at the strange assembly before him and offered a smile that was only slightly strained.
"I don't suppose I could borrow someone's cell phone?"
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She dug around in the pocket of her jeans until she pulled out the pink flip phone with little bird charm on it. "Lets see," she looked at it and noted that there was no missed calls or text messages. She then looked at the signal and battery symbols! "EH?!" she must have been out longer than she thought. She remembered it was fully charged last time she checked and now the battery was blinking like she spent all day on the web.
She turned off the phone and pocketed, maybe she could find a charger and then see about trying to get signal...there was probably some high trees or something she could climb up to the top of.
She shrugged at the man, "Would, but no signal and no battery."
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"Excuse me," She called out to him, walking over. "Do you happen to know where we are?"
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wevs is good
shit he's waking up.
TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE, HURRY ]
yes good indeed
He's awake before she can reconsider, though. Oh well. Equius isn't that bad, right?]
Hi! What are you doing here?
relevant lost memories: that she isn't a natural blueblood
and she doesn't remember they were romantically involved at all
this is going to be a trainwreck
but will it be a beautiful trainwreck??
an e%quisite one
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As the train slowed, he heard the announcement blare over the speakers, and slowly he forced himself to sit up. God, why was he so groggy? Had he had too much to drink? No...he'd only had his normal glass of wine before bed.
Had it be drugged?
The unpleasant thought seemed more likely as he opened his eyes and looked around. The dream faded, and he noticed as his stomach settled that he was on a train. His compartment was unlike anything he'd voluntarily stay in- much less regal. It was also uncomfortably warm.
Something wasn't right...His last memories...were of going to bed. That was all. Kidnapping was more and more a possibility as he thought about it, though the more he thought, the more a headache built up within his skull. Why would anyone want to kidnap him in the first place?
The train finally stopped, and he heard the final announcement. Well, he'd soon find out what was going on.
He really couldn't help voicing the thought echoing in his mind, though:
"What the hell?"
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She fluttered over to him, leaving a glittery red trail of dust behind her. "You wouldn't happen to know where this is, would you?" she said with a smile.
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Her memory was a little foggy. She remembered the Green Sun, reuniting with the survivors of both sessions, sending off the meteor... but as for how she arrived at this station, she hadn't a clue. Maybe it was another dream bubble? It seemed to be the most likely answer. It looked like a more human place, so maybe she just had to find the human that dreamt it.
When the train stopped she flitted up, hovering just a few inches off the floor with her big, red butterfly wings. It was a little difficult to manoeuvre in the tight space. Hopefully, she wouldn't accidentally knock anyone over with her wings.
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He blinked up from the ground, staring in mild confusion at the giant grey-skinned faerie floating in front of him. He meant to say sorry, but instead he just said, "W-woah."
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Getting up, she's not sure what bothers her more: that she doesn't know where she is, or that she has a vague idea what's happening, as if this were something she'd seen in a dream before.
In any case, it looks like everyone is exiting, so she starts moving towards the exit as well. Maybe Misha was around? She really hoped Misha was around.
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She blinks and finally gets a hold of herself.
Where was this place? When had she gotten on this strange train? The scenery was too unfamiliar, too... European.
you look so lonely down here ;-;
"Hello!" she said cheerfully, despite the circumstances. "So you wound up here too, yeah?"
the lonely islands
Re: the lonely islands
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sorry for the lateness
It's no problem!
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Not that it mattered. One, her necklace was gone now. Two, she needed to get off this train.
As she stepped off, her eyes widened slightly, her mask of professional calm fading just a little. Had she ended up at least somewhere in Japan, she would have felt better, but... wherever she was was far from it. But she wasn't in Egypt either, that much she could tell. "So where am I?" she involuntarily murmured to herself, glancing around to see that those around her were just as confused.
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Right now he's just tired and confused. ]