New Arrivals (All new characters)

[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. 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."

Comments

[scarredchick]

"I think it is my business since you're the one that assumed he had the balls to talk to me," she said. She smirked at him and continued, "You don't even know who I am little grey man~"

[heiropaque]

"You will stop this foul language," he folded his arms, and found himself wishing for some kind of...

... kind of...

Fiddlesticks. Just what was that word, anyway? Absorbency unit. That would do. "And tell me who you are."

[scarredchick]

Her eyebrow goes higher. "Foul language? Kesesesesese~ You haven't heard foul language!"

"But since you asked, my name is Prussia and I'm far more awesome than you will be!"

[heiropaque]

"Just what measures are you using to measure this 'awesomeness', might I ask." No, that wouldn't do. He hurriedly rephrased. "I mean, tell me immediately."

[scarredchick]

"Nein, the first time you got it right! And I measure it on my own abilities and what Old Fritz told me! Where do you get off ordering people?" she asked. There was something rather lewd.