Fox in Paradise DM 2014/07/21 (Mon) 21:57 No. 29512 [Reply] â¼
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Tokyo is the same as it has been these past eighty years, crowded, cramped, but at the same time a very free and open environment. Sure new buildings are built, but what makes this city what it is has failed to change.
It is a city of dreamers, conmen, and opportunists; it opens its doors wide for those willing to do what it takes to claim what they want, though it has a nasty of habit of turning those same into the destitute.
Though this city has no place for one such as yourself anymore.
You didnât board the first train the Gap Master sent out, there was an exodus of us, the forgotten, but you stayed behind, there are still plenty of games to play in a city such as this.
That was 1954.
Every ten years another invitation would be sent out, giving promise of a paradise, this âGensokyoâ, and every time more of us would leave, by 1994 there was hardly any left to board the trains.
It wasnât until most children couldnât even see you that you decided to leave.
The year is 2014.
You clutch the ticket in your hand as you enter the train station, busy as always with people bumping into each other and rushing about, lost within their own mental schedules. At least youâre not out of place, slicked back black hair, a nice business suit, youâd look like a model salary man.
That would be of course if they could even see you.
You head through the station to the designated loading station, there are a few Youkai here already, waiting patiently for the train to âparadiseâ.
Compared to the first exodus there are hardly more then a dozen, and at that mostly Tsukumogami, a rose haired women dressed in a white coat is chatting amicably with a violet haired woman carrying a biwa.
This could almost pass off as normal, if not for the drum set floating behind the red haired woman, and that would certainly get attention.
If people could see them.
Beyond an errant child trying to point out the mysterious flying object to his over stressed parent, nobody pays them mind.
You sit down on a nearby bench and choose to people watch until the train arrives. The Tsukumogami couples are joine
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