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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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He didn't think it was a coincidence at all, of course. He couldn't say about the others, but he wasn;t here of his own free will, and it stood to reason that his kidnapper would try to cut him off from the outside world. But until he knew who these people were-- not to mention what they were, for a few of them-- he wasn't about to go sharing his ideas. Best to get a clearer picture first.
"Have you been to Rakuen City before?"
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She shook her head, "Nein, never even heard of it before." She had thought of answering sarcastically, but she was still too tired to think of sarcasm.
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"Then I take it that this wasn't in your travel plans either. It must be a very kind stranger who provided us with a complementary vacation, but I do wish that they'd informed us beforehand."
He turned his gaze to the window, studying the landscape. It looked horribly ordinary, considering the mess of oddities that were on the train with him.
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"I'm certain that I didn't." He had been in his apartment. The only thing he'd had was a cup of tea, and it would be quite a feat for anyone to drug the water from his tap.
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She just nods to that, so they didn't pass out from some sort of drug.
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Koizumi seemed awfully pleased for someone who had just been kidnapped. Truth be told, he was impressed. He would have to get home, of course-- he had too many things to do, too many people depending on him-- but he could still admire the genius and handiwork of this abduction.
"Of course there could be something sinister hiding in the fog, but I doubt it. If they wanted to hurt us, they would have done so while we slept. I imagine the fog only serves to continue the pattern of mystery and obscurity."
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She paused for a moment, though at the rest of his statement.
"How do you know that they haven't? We may not feel the effects for awhile," she said. She had experienced plagues, so she knew that they could have been infected with disease and may not get sick for weeks.
But she also realized something else, "I don't think we've introduced ourselves. I'm the awesome Prussia, but you can call me Maria."
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"I'm sorry," he said, treating each word as if rough handling might shatter it. "Did you say that you're Prussia?"
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"Terribly sorry," he said, extending a hand. "Itsuki Koizumi. It's a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances."
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"Ja, pretty awesome, anyways!" she gave him a smile and shook his hand rather more vigorously than many women would.