the flying rabbit

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Hello! I'm Eros, the author. I'm here to welcome you to... @@color:orange;The Flying Rabbit@@! This twine is a bit different than most of the twines I've written. It's a romance based story, just as a warning (yuck, I know, kissing.) On the next screen you will be able to choose your name and the gender of your love interest. Sit back, relax, and have fun! [[Next]]

First, we gotta know who //you// are. <<textbox "$name" "Your name" "choosero">>

player input: <<textbox "$name" "Your name" "hey!">> cycle text: their eyes were like <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "sapphires" "blue">> <<option "rubies" "red">> <</cycle>> color text: @@color:red;"text"@@ timed text: <<timed 2s>>this text is timed<</timed>> if statement: <<if $name is "benji">> woah, cool! my name is benji too! <</if>> set variable: <<set $title to "lady">> stylesheet! body { background-color: darkslategray; color: white; font-family: American Typewriter, serif; font-size: 125%; } a { color: moccasin; } a:hover { color: oldlace; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 4px solid crimson; } Changing

<<if $name is "Eros">> Woah, cool! My name is Eros too! <</if>><<if $name is "Benji">> Woah, cool! (editor's note, that's my name!!) <</if>> Nice! Now, what gender do you want the RO to be? [[Male]] [[Female]]

Amazing! Getting ready a charming prince for you... <<set $roname to "Pallu">><<set $he to "he">><<set $him to "him">><<set $his to "his">><<set $himself to "himself">><<set $person to "man">><<set $He to "He">><<set $His to "His">><<set $formal to "sir">><<set $Formal to "Sir">> [[Nice!|intro]] [[Actually...|choosero]]

Cool! You'll be meeting a confident queen, then. <<set $roname to "Pallii">><<set $he to "she">><<set $him to "her">><<set $his to "her">><<set $himself to "herself">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $He to "She">><<set $His to "Her">><<set $formal to "ma'am">><<set $Formal to "Ma'am">> [[Yeah!|intro]] [[Actually...|choosero]]

<h1>''Chapter One''</h1> <h6>//the start//</h6> [[Wake up.|wake up]]

//[[Wake up.|page1]]//

//It's... early. Too early.// The sun is barely peeking through the curtains, spilling through the thin fabric onto the well-worn carpet. The cool sheets cover your face, and send chills down your spine as you rip them off of your <<cycle "$skintpye" autoselect>> <<option "smooth""1">> <<option "rough""2">> <<option "patched""3">> <<option "bumpy""4">> <</cycle>>↝ skin. You stand up. [[Look Around|page2]]

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written by Eros! edited and beta read by Benji (find me at goose_theinsomniac on itch!) made on the Sugarcube format of Twine 2

you are $name. <<if $hairstate is "true">>you have $haircolour hair<</if>> <<if $skinstate is "true">>you have $skintype skin<</if>>

Pallu! Male RO Palli! Female RO $Name! That's you!

<<set $skinstate to "true">>The room is plain, smooth red wood making up most of the furniture. The ceiling has bright stars painted, making constellations that aren't anywhere near your city. The walls are a darker navy blue, delicately painted by a loving hand with a mural, two rabbits, circling a cherry blossom. //Huh.// An odd decoration, but surely not unwelcomed. The curtains flutter with a soft breeze. [[Look out the window.|page3]]

You push aside the curtain, and pause. This isn't like anything you know. The town below you spreads out onto to rolling hills like a blanket. Fields of corn stretch on for miles ahead, curving rooks with precarious towers attached and chimneys. Whimsical clouds float carelessly alongside... houses? [[Next|page4]]

The window panes are a glittering iridescent coated with condesation from you being so close. A sparkling... something whizzes past your window, and you whip your head around to follow it. It's a miniature robot, looking something like a hummingbird. Down below, you hear laughs and yells as you look down to see children chasing the thing through the alleyway. Another sound makes you whip your head around. There's a $person in the doorway, halfway peeking in. [[Next|page5]]

@@color:aquamarine;"Oh! Um, you're awake."@@ The $person opens the door wider. They're wearing a pale blue shirt, buttoned up at the collar, dark green hair tied up halfway. @@color:aquamarine;"I'm, um, $roname. I never caught your name?"@@ [[Next|page6]]

@@color:pink;"Oh, I'm $name. What, uh- what am I doing here?"@@ $He stares, wary and concerned. @@color:aquamarine;"$name. You were passed out in an alleyway."@@ ... //What?// [[Next|page7]]

@@color:aquamarine;"Do you not remember?"@@ $His brow was furrowed, gentle grey eyes staring out the window, then back to you. $He pauses, taking a deep breath. $He's not sure what to say. @@color:aquamarine;"I saw you just laying there, and, um, you weren't moving, so, I... I took you home? You were in the road. And there was, uh, a horse?"@@ @@color:pink;"So... you saw me... possibly dead... and brought me home? Is this your room?"@@ [[Next|page8]]

You spin on your heel to observe the room once again. That's $his bed. Whoops. @@color:pink;"...You didn't need to do that."@@ You spin around back again and almost hit $him with a yelp. $He's standing right behind you. $He also staggers back, startled. @@color:aquamarine;"Sorry-! Sorry, didn't think you would move so fast."@@ [[Next|page9]]

This was so //weird.// You need to get out of here. @@color:pink;"So. That was //really// nice of you, but, I think I know... where my mom is! Yup, got to go to my mom!"@@ You give $him a wave as you walk toward the door. $He freezes for a second. @@color:aquamarine;"Wait-!"@@ [[Next|page10]]

The door. It... it's gone. You turn around, startled. $roname's hand was thrown outwards, tattoos up $his wrist flickering slightly. $He sighs and rolls down $his sleeve, covering up the tattoos once again. @@color:aquamarine;"I think... there are people looking for you."@@ ... @@color:pink;"...So, where's the door?"@@ [[Next|page11]]

$He chuckles and walks over. You back up as $he walks just where you were... and waves $his hand through the wall. $He smiles. @@color:aquamarine;"Right here."@@ @@color:pink;"Wow."@@ You roll your eyes. @@color:pink;"Is everyone like this? Picking random corpses off the street and all magic-y? Or are you just special,@@ <<cycle "$flirty" autoselect>> <<option "pretty face?" "face">> <<option "glowy hands?" "hands">> <</cycle>>"↝ [[Next|page12]]

<<if $flirty is "face">>$He smiles. @@color:aquamarine;"So, is that what you think?"@@ Your face goes red. You... didn't mean to say that out loud. @@color:pink;"No! You- you're stupid and you have a stupid face and stupid magic hands!"@@ $He laughs. @@color:aquamarine;"I get that a lot, actually."@@ You mumble under your breath. @@color:pink;"//Stupid son of a goat.//"@@<</if>><<if $flirty is "hands">>$They smirks, then shrugs. @@color:aquamarine;"What can I say? It's just part of the appeal."@@ You shake your head playfully. @@color:pink;"No. Not an appeal. It adds to the fact that you're a stupid son-of-a-goat."<</if>> [[Next|page13]]

$He pauses. $He stares straight through you, sending shivers up your spine. $His brow furrows in mild confusion. $He whispers. @@color:aquamarine;"//Son of a goat??//"@@ You blurt out a laugh. Yes, your creative cursing is definetly what we should be worried about right now. $He smiles. @@color:pink;"But back to what you said about people looking for me? //Totally.// Yeah, very funny. But //you// are technically kidnapping me right now. So, like, I could have you arrested, $formal."@@ [[Next|page14]]

$He sighed. @@color:aquamarine;"So that's what you think? Well, I, for one, //really// need to get my stuff together right now."@@ $He runs $his hand through $his hair nervously. @@color:aquamarine;"--and I don't really think that having a possible //fugitive// on my hands is such a good thing for me."@@ This wasn't a kidnapping. They were showing you //kindness.// [[Next|page15]]

This $person was putting their own personal safety on the line for you, a stranger that $he had never met before. That is what true kindness is. @@color:aquamarine;"Look, $name. I //do// care, I really do, but I need some help right now."@@ $He continued, $his voice shaking with <<cycle "$emotion" autoselect>> <<option "passion." "1">> <<option "desperation." "2">> <<option "fear." "3">> <</cycle>>↝ @@color:aquamarine;"The empire is after some rando I saw on the street."@@ $His eyes were blurring as they filled with tears. @@color:aquamarine;"I don't know if I'll ever be able to see my family again."@@ $He was crying now. Not the nasty crying where you gasped for air and melted into a puddle, but the kind of crying that was quiet. Resolved. Like $he knew how much trouble $he was in. $He stood in front of you, silent tears falling from their eyes with the sudden rush of emotion. [[Next|page16]]

You <<cycle "$boldness" autoselect>> <<option "stay put, guilt in every crevice of your being,""1">> <<option "reach out, worried,""2">> <</cycle>>↝ but he continues spewing words. @@color:aquamarine;"Da- Dad's gonna //kill// me."@@ $He grabbed his fore arms and rubbed up and down, nervously. You both sat there for a bit, $him calming himself, down, and you looking on awkwardly @@color:aquamarine;"I- //we// really should leave, like, right now."@@ $He wipes off tears, and $his face does this odd thing, like it's turning to stone. @@color:aquamarine;"Sorry about that, really should know better, huh."@@ $He stands up, like $he's trying to convince you (or $himself) that $he's fine. But you can still hear the waver in $his voice. [[Next|page17]]

$He holds out a hand. @@color:aquamarine; "I know a place, and it's a really good time to pull that favour from Gasper."@@ $He smiles as you reach out to take $his hand. A bubbiling sound surronds you, $rosname's tattoos were shimmering again, a iridescent bubble surrounded you, as you started to float. Wind whistled through the bubble, blowing around your <<cycle "$haircolour" autoselect>> <<option "brown""1">> <<option "black""2">> <<option "blond""3">> <<option "red""4">> <<option "dyed""5">> <</cycle>>↝ hair, sending you flying. [[Next|page18]]

<h1>"Chapter Two"</h1> <h5> //the ship// </h5> <<set $hairstate to "true">> [[Next|page19]]

@@color:pink "holy... //Ancients of the Deep...//"@@ You both had ended up on some sort of port, bustling with life and loud yelling in some language you don't understand. @@color:aquamarine "C'mon, we don't have much time."@@ $He pulls you along, through the crowds of yelling people that smelled of mold and fish, that could have been recognisable if you focused a bit longer. There was too much to focus on at once, shops and music and people and //so many things all at once// that you were afraid that your head was going to go spinning off your neck. [[Next|page20]]

$He had finally come to a stop, and you had to dig your heels into the ground to stop yourself from running into $him. You both were stopped directly in front of a rickety, (amd proabably illegal) ship. But as you leaned over a bit too look down at the water, you relized, with a gasp, there wasn't any. The ship was suspended in the air, along with the rest of the port. Sitting atop a sea of clouds instead of water, through the few holes in the thick fluffy clouds, you could see the ground below, dotted with the houses, and what appeared to be the fields you saw from $rosname's room window. There was a fading, chipped away painting on the sides of the ship, and seemed a bit like the rabbits you had seen in the mural on the wall earlier. In swooping, elegant letters, obviously more cared for than the rest of it, was the words; "The Flying Rabbit." [[Next|Page21]]