Sep. 25th, 2012 12:56 am
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Meh, it's so borin' without everyone around~. And there ain't any good music to listen to either.

So, like, does anyone wanna hang out or somethin'?
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The train finally came to a halt in which seemed to be the middle of no where. There was a small hut, but just like the train station in Rakuen there were no staff. Still the doors opened and out on the platform a woman stood. She looked stern and some might recognise her from the town; her dusky pink hair made her stand out in a crowd.

"Weapons please collect the equipment of your colour from the luggage compartment. One tent per team, one stove, one sleeping bag. If Players require their Weapons to have sleeping bags come and tell me, I have some extra in the store." She spoke in a tone that seemed used to being obeyed; a soldiers tone some might recognise it as.

After the equiptment was collected she set off up the hill expecting everyone to keep up. Astute campers will have noticed Dolorosa, Day, Nanami and Santana in the small crowd and so hopefully realise that escape was nothing but futile.

Of course if they still tried they would find they couldn't get very far, if they went too far in any direction or tried to follow the tracks they would pass out and reappear just a little behind the main group.

The camp site was just over the hill, a valley surrounded by hills, a river running through it. Their guide told them to make camp, Fortitude this side of the river, Conquest the other; there were stepping stones. "All Players are to report to me while Weapons pitch the tents."

She waited until the Players were gathered, "My name is Clara, I am your guide for your trip and I expect you to behave yourselves. As you have guessed we have a slightly separate set up, you have each been provided with a Weapon, in some cases two. There shall still be fights, training fights each morning in your camps and a fight in the evening which shall be interschool. Do your best; for as well as raks winning fights will get you more points."

There were no smiles but a pause for them to take in what she had said so far. "There will also be other activities, from climbing to walking to canoeing. I am sure you will all find something you excel in. Each of your Weapons has been provided with a ring, it cannot be removed until the end of the trip. Touching it with your gloved hand will invoke the penalty, though I trust you all not to abuse that power."

She looked over to the campsite and the activity there and raised her voice so she could be heard by those putting up tents. "All cooking is to be done by the Weapons, points will be given and subtracted for cooking skills, tents will be inspected every day. Weapons require permission to share their Players food, there are Weapon meals provided. If you wish your Weapon to stay in your tent they may but permission must be given." She looked like she couldn't work out why anyone would want that despite the grey skies and drizzle.

"Today you may get to know the camp site, there shall be no fight tonight but there is wood to be collected and if you collect enough we can have a large camp fire. Points shall be awarded for meals, Weapons are to come to me for ingredients."

With that she nodded and walked away, presumably to pitch her own tent. Have fun campers!
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The clothes Dunleavy had mentioned were simple light trousers, three plain t shirts in school colours, a warm jumper; again in school colours and a pair of walking boots. There was also a small rucksack so spare clothes and other belongings could be packed.

On the platform NPCs were loading what seemed to be tents, cooking stoves and sleeping bags into the hold. Those chosen were ushered onto the train and told to sit wherever they liked.

Once everyone had arrived the whistle sounded and for the first time in fourteen weeks the train set off in the opposite direction. Smoke whistled happily past the window as they began to go faster past meadows and trees.

Then, quite suddenly everyone began to feel very sleepy. "There is a story everyone knows..." It was that old dream again, lulling you in and you find your eyes dropping against your will...

When you wake up the train is slowing and the countryside looks different, mountainous, rougher; a little more wild.

"Attention everyone, the train is approaching it's final destination. Please be ready to leave the train in half an hour." As people shake off the last of the sleep this message continues.

Then it changes, "You will notice that some of your now possess a coloured exaclan glove on your chair, others will notice a coloured ring. Please put them on now. Your first task is to find your Player if you are a Weapon, or your Weapon if you are a Player. Find the person whose colour matches yours."

((The information post that has the colours and pairs is here!))
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As Sunday dawned students would once again be informed via screens that all students were to report to the battle arena for a joint assembly. Worrying considering the events of last week.

However once the prefects had escorted the last of the students into the battle arena and Dunleavy came to the stage she smiled.

"Greetings, I hope everyone had a good round. I am pleased to announce that Conquest won this round, I hope you spend your extra raks wisely. Congratulations to those who won battles both within their schools; Suzaku Kururugi, Ein and Jack Noir of Conquest and Rebecca Harcourt, Nanami Asagi and Merlin of Fortitude."

She smiled again glad to be reporting good news for once instead of bad, "Also to those who won interschool battles; Arthur Pendragon and Yuka Kazami both of Conquest. No one won the round but do not be dismayed, the winning conditions are meant to challenge you and I am sure you will all do even better in future."

So far there seemed to be no reason why this assembly was here and not in the schools as usual but Dunleavy continued.

"This next week shall be the fourteenth round since you began to arrive, you have all worked very hard regardless of whether you arrived fourteen weeks ago or just last week. This next week is therefore a chance for you to relax and have fun, catch up on school work and let your hair down. There shall be no school and no required battling. I do however expect you to behave yourselves." Certain members of the audience got a level look at that.

"Some of you have been selected to go on a school trip, I am sure you will have a lot of fun, and make many new friends whilst reforging old bonds." Again as sometimes happened with Dunleavy she spoke as if she were reading, her voice flat. Names came up on the screen and she read them aloud.

Suzaku Kururugi
Flynn Scifo
Arthur Pendragon
Cheshire Cat
Vanezio Lykastis
Yuka Kazami
Hikaru Hitachiin
Kaoru Kitachiin
Yosuke Hanamura

Rebecca Harcourt
Yuri Lowell
The Holy Empire of Britannia
Sora Himoto
Alex Furest
Komachi Onozuka
Nanami Asagi
Brittany Speares
Jules de Ferrier
Sora Himoto
Juri Arisugawa"

The list was longer than a usual player list and when she was finished Dunleavy turned back to the audience. "If your name has been called out you have one hour to gather your things, clothes suitable for traveling will be on your bed and there is a packed lunch for everyone in the common rooms of your dorms to eat on the train. If your have extra warm clothes or coats please bring them as it may get cool especially at night. Once you are ready please report to the train station."
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Rakuen is warm in the noon sun, not humid enough to be uncomfortable but bright enough to make the transition from train to platform momentarily disorienting. There is a group there to meet you: on one side, four students in black and green; on the other, four in red and white. Whilst the green group are all fairly average; all teenagers, the red group are a tad more varied. One of their girls is tiny, the size of a small child, and her wings are beating patterns in the warm air.

When they notice the arrivals, one out of each group steps forward. A young man in red and white looking serious steps forward

"Excuse me." A second boy, with long hair dressed in green and black is just behind him. He explains that they're all prefects of Rakuen, from the two battle schools on the island. Fortitude - the long haired boy and the others dressed in green - and Conquest. They all arrived just like you did, weeks or months before this.

"I know you have many questions but first please come to the person who calls your name."

He looks down on his list to double check "For Conquest Kaoru Hitachiin and Yosuke Hanamura."

"If I call your name," the green-clad boy had stepped forward again, "it means you're with Fortitude: Rose Lalonde and Sora Himoto."
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Characters: Shion, Becca, Alex and Sora (If anyone else wants to join them just ask!)
Format: All the formats
This log is: Closed but if you want to join let one of us know!
Location: Lakeside at sunser
Summary: A bunch of derps take a picnic to the lakeside and then let off their bottles into the ocean
Warnings: The cute might rot your teeth
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Rebecca Harcourt vs. Shion

Weapons: Sakuya & Sora
Location: In Front of Fortitude Dorms
Time of day: Afternoon

[Becca reaches forward to tap Shion on the arm with the flat side of the knife, not even bothering to pretend to be fighting him.]
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Characters: Everyone
Format: Whatever your heart desires
This log is: open
Location: Everywhere (for this day only all may leave campus, including discards! As long as they are back by 9pm!)
Summary: RED DAY
Warnings: Red Day Shenanigans


1. Giving someone food made with love
2. Giving someone flowers
3. Giving someone a gift
4. Going on a date
5. Giving an apple to your esteemed rival!
6. Throwing an apple at your esteemed rival! With all the force of your youth!
7. Reciting beautiful poetry to your esteemed rival!
8. Ditto ballads
9. Ditto rock anthems from the roof of the gym
10. Presenting your rival with a candy heart, lovingly rendered in full size sugar and syrup, and apparently modeled after the heart of a great warrior from ages past. It beats! Now available from Rakettear.
11. Apologizing to your rival profusely for the handmade abomination they are unwrapping
12. Boggling vacantly at the above.

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[The image is a big blurry, Kotaro is a bit close, he pretty much pressed all the buttons until he got this to work]

Can everybody see me? And hear me? [He smiles showing fangs, still far too close to the camera]

My name is Kotaro Mochizuki, I'm a Black blood, which you might also know as a vampire. If you don't know what a vampire is [Because Nephenee hadn't] we have powers, like being able to fly and we have to drink blood. It's more complicated than that but If you come and find me I'll explain more!

But why I am talking on the computer is because vampires need blood, well Sam does anyways...

But we don't want to hurt anyone! [Read as he doesn't want to hurt anyone, Sam can't remember he's a vampire] Sam is a doctor though so can take the blood out of you with a needle, just a bit of it and that way he wont need to bite you. But I need volunteers.

There might be other black bloods here as well. [He knows of one who might be, but he isn't sure] And I'm sure they need help too. So if you want to volunteer let me know. And if you are a black blood then answer as well!

[And then he spends a while trying to end the message, pressing buttons again]
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Characters: Everyone!
Format: ANY
This log is: open beyond all belief.
Location: The gym on Fortitude campus.
Summary: So there's a massive room carpeted in mattresses and covers and pillows and people are bringing food and there will probably be pillow fights.
Warnings: to be added
get no sleep tonight )
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[ there's a voice post on the network that is basically just Sora reading this poster out loud. ]
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Characters: Dave Strider, Oichi, Marisa Kirisame, John Egbert, Shion, Vriska Serket, Aisha Clanclan, Sora Himoto, Yuki Yagizawa, any of Dave's Weapons not being transferred
Format: Any/Either
This log is: Closed
Location: Fortitude Gates
Summary: In two days, Dave has literally gotten bad to worst. Now he's transferring friends and people he's acquainted himself to in an attempt to avoid them.
Warnings: Probably more sad shit will happen. ALL THE WARNINGS.
Go, It's Over )
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[Tacked on the inside entry doors of both dorm buildings for both schools. Typed, with what some might recognize as the flag of the Black Knights behind the words.]

Prisoners of Rakuen:

I am Zero. Some of you may know me, and would ally yourselves with me. Others would seek me out and have me unmasked. What I bring to you today, however, is unity. There is one unalienable truth that unites us all in ways we need only open our eyes to see.

That one truth is that we are all united in is that we are all prisoners of the Rakuen system. We are all forced to fight our friends, family, and loved ones, to unknown ends. We are all marionettes on the strings of a faceless puppeteer that uses his power over others to enslave them and force them to do his bidding.

But this has not always been the case. There are whispers about how the last session of this game ended. Freedom is possible for those that would stand and take it for themselves. The Prefects, the Headmistresses, and indeed, even the Mayor herself are all merely cogs in this machine.

And this machine is one I will tear down piece by piece and gear by gear until nothing remains. None will be left behind, and none that oppose me will find mercy. If you would join me, seek me out. If you would oppose me, then you endeavor to continue your own incarceration.

- 0

((Read Me First!:Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves as characters begin their days with this lovely treatise! Look for your school and dorm color and tag under there!))
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Dave Strider vs. Estonia

Weapons: Sora Himoto and Sis Strider
Location: Battle Arena
Time of day: Afternoon; After School

Dave didn't know what to expect. He didn't know who had Sis, so he couldn't assume whether this would be a hard match up or not. He was going to assume it would be troublesome. It was safer to assume the worst in this place, considering some of the matches he had went through.

But he was determined to get Sis. It was stupid, now that he thought about it. Almost kind of clingy. But he wanted her around and god damn it, it's pretty messed up when you can't even touch your own sibling. It was easy to convince Sora to be his weapon for the match. The girl was easily excited about most things, and he guessed the chance to meet Sis was a pretty good incentive for the other.

He stood in the Battle Arena, fidgeting with the glove in his hand idly, ready (or hoping he was ready) for his opponent. But at the same time, he didn't feel too tense. It was almost like strifing with Sis. And that was a familiar feel in a place that wasn't familiar at all.
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[personal profile] knightime
Characters: Dave Strider and Sora Himoto
Format: Anything goes aww yissss
This log is: closed
Location: Fortitude Dorms; Black; 2-A
Summary: Dave isn't all that used to roommates. Suddenly he has one that acts like ten.
Warnings: Sora is too friendly for her own good, friend touching, Dave freaking out, stupidity, probably crack was involved, these warnings are terrible, chaos
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends )
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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 as it winds its way through white drifts of snow. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.

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.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
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