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Courtyard [Open]
This place was strange. Far too strange. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come to any conclusions as to what was going on. And she hated that feeling. Right now what she needed more than anything else was information, but she had no idea how to obtain it. The methods she employed back home wouldn't work here; no, for some reason she couldn't even account for where a great deal of that information had come from, or even what it was.
She was a bit late, it seemed, which worked to her disadvantage. She might have been able to find out something important if she'd arrived earlier, but she doubted anyone had discovered anything crucial yet. She had watched the introduction video intently, absorbing and committing every word to memory. But she learned nothing particularly useful or new. Exaclan. Whatever this place was, it used the same system, but lacked the same purpose. Girls could be Players here too. Then what could possibly be the aim of the game here? She frowned, as she couldn't help but think she was forgetting something important about the nature of the game back home, but could only draw blanks as to what that was. How frustrating.
For the time being, she simply sat outside on a bench, reading a book quietly to herself. Answers would probably come with time, even though that was hardly a satisfying way of looking at things. But for now waiting and watching was all she could do.
Ah, yes, of course, there was one other thing; she would need to find an owner eventually. That would have to be here highest priority for now. Being unable to access various facilities was unacceptable to her, especially given their potential use in obtaining information. She could care less about the the recreational facilities, but the libraries and computer labs were a must.
...access to dessert would be nice too, but wasn't a particularly high priority.
And so with that conclusion reached, she slowly closed her book and glanced around the courtyard, for anyone that could be of use. For the time being it hardly mattered who she chose as her owner; one person was as good as any other. Of course, she had an ideal choice as far as Players was concerned, but that wasn't an option for the time being. In fact, perhaps that was for the best for now anyway.
She was a bit late, it seemed, which worked to her disadvantage. She might have been able to find out something important if she'd arrived earlier, but she doubted anyone had discovered anything crucial yet. She had watched the introduction video intently, absorbing and committing every word to memory. But she learned nothing particularly useful or new. Exaclan. Whatever this place was, it used the same system, but lacked the same purpose. Girls could be Players here too. Then what could possibly be the aim of the game here? She frowned, as she couldn't help but think she was forgetting something important about the nature of the game back home, but could only draw blanks as to what that was. How frustrating.
For the time being, she simply sat outside on a bench, reading a book quietly to herself. Answers would probably come with time, even though that was hardly a satisfying way of looking at things. But for now waiting and watching was all she could do.
Ah, yes, of course, there was one other thing; she would need to find an owner eventually. That would have to be here highest priority for now. Being unable to access various facilities was unacceptable to her, especially given their potential use in obtaining information. She could care less about the the recreational facilities, but the libraries and computer labs were a must.
...access to dessert would be nice too, but wasn't a particularly high priority.
And so with that conclusion reached, she slowly closed her book and glanced around the courtyard, for anyone that could be of use. For the time being it hardly mattered who she chose as her owner; one person was as good as any other. Of course, she had an ideal choice as far as Players was concerned, but that wasn't an option for the time being. In fact, perhaps that was for the best for now anyway.
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She had seen a nice spot to read earlier but as she walked towards it she saw it to be occupied. Yuki couldn't help but stare for a while, she knew who the other girl was but a name wasn't coming. But she knew that she was an ally of Sora, and that was enough for her.
"Mind if I join you?" Yuki asked hesitantly.
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"That would be fine... Yuki Yagizawa, correct?"
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"I don't mean to bother you." Yuki says after taking her seat, Tsuki has this demeanor that is so different from Sora's that it is rather unnerving.
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"It seems we're all having memory trouble for the time being," Tsuki admitted, a slight tinge of irritation perhaps leaking out in her voice. "But yes, you are correct. It wouldn't be inaccurate to call us friends. I suppose you are the same?"
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"Yes, it's rather annoying," she sighed, "I can hardly remember who Sora is, or the other girls. But yes, we're friends." If she found Tsuki's word choice odd, she didn't say anything about it.
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She nodded in response to her answer, bringing a hand to her chin. So her memories regarding Sora were hazy as well; was there something they all had known in relations to her that they were forgetting? It seemed like Sora was the common factor here, though that hardly surprised her.
"Other girls?" she paused. "I've met Miss Date, and heard that Miss Izaki is here as well. Are there any others?"
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"I see," she nodded, committing to memory all those she'd become aware of. "This might seem a bit broad, but do you have any theories on what is going on here?"
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"Yes," she agreed, "Also the boys here aren't mean, some are very kind."
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