On the platform: Meet the neulings

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform and peer through the thick fog that chills the air, you are met by five girls and six boys. One of the girls is a somewhat humanoid grey-skinned, finned alien, but the rest all seem human. All eleven are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts and trousers, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the light rain. They're all sodden and cold, and some are irritable while others look excited. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - five depicting a shield on green, the other six a sword on red.

At the first lull in the chatter, one sickly-pale, shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations with her cold, soft voice.

"Attention, please."

She explains that the eleven of them are the current prefects of Rakuen, representing the two schools on the island. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Sonic, Jade, and Lelouch of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi, Gino, Nephenee and Kevin of Conquest. She doesn't care to explain why the prefects in red and white outnumber those in green and black two to one.

Santana interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Look, come over when your name is called so we can all get inside." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names from their clipboards.

Comments

[fracturedsoul]

[ Can't this be striderchans_rp?? No??? ]

So you're okay with giving out the what, you don't know the where, and you can't tell me the why or the how. [ If that's how she's going to be, just pressing her for more information at this stage won't get him anywhere. That could be a thing he tries, but right now isn't the time for it. ]

No, I can still read. What's this about memories being taken from me? [ It would sound absurd, except he's already found that something has happened to his mental processes. What is this place...? ]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Uh-huh. ] Forgive me if I'm skeptical, but you don't exactly look like someone from the first century.

[brbdocumenting]

I am from the 21st century.

[fracturedsoul]

There was no Britannian Empire in the 21st century.

[trollofthree]

[Whoops have a hand coming to rest on your fluffy pink photographer head.]

Been a while.

[mamarosa]

[you mean it's not striderchans_rp already?]

If I could tell you more then I would, but I am bound by certain rules that hold consequences if broken.

Ten memories are taken from you as incentive to participate in Exaclan, although many choose to purchase upgrades before memories in order to perform better during battle.

[brbdocumenting]

[Stares]

Yes, there is.

[brbdocumenting]

[When she feels the hand on her head she stands up a bit straighter, the only person who does this to her is--]

Gino.

[She tilts her head back to look up at him, why are you so tall Gino?]

Where are we?

[fracturedsoul]

[ the ratio of striders to non-striders is not high enough ]

Let me guess. Elaborating on those consequences would also result in consequences?

Aha. That's pretty efficient incentive. Not to mention removing our memories is a fairly ruthless display of just how much of a gaping chasm the power differential is between us and our captors. I practically can't wait to start beating some people down.

[ He never once averts his gaze from the headmistress as she speaks and as he speaks to her. It must just be a front, but she seems so much more kindly than he'd expect from a troll. ]

[fracturedsoul]

[ What... is she a LARPer or something? On top of that, claiming to be from the 21st century in the first place... Then again, she had just said she had issues with her memory. ]

Well, it's your life. I'm sure you know better than I do.

[trollofthree]

[ anya why is your hair so fluffy. Also he's wearing a sombrero. It's a special occasion okay. ] Some foreign place called Rakuen.

[brbdocumenting]

[She looks at her phone again, she knows how unreliable her memories are but she knows for sure that she's a Britannian Knight]

Where are you from?

[brbdocumenting]

[she snaps a picture of festive!Gino]

Why are we here?

[she looks around some more]

Mordred?

[fracturedsoul]

25th century.

[ ...isn't everyone?

He doesn't remember that not everyone is. ]

[mamarosa]

[she smiles]

Perhaps.

Yes, it is a blatant display of power but there is little we can do about it. Many will try and work the system but I must say that it is efficient to go along with it, it worked for my session.

[brbdocumenting]

And there's no Britannia?

[that's unfortunate]

[trollofthree]

To fight in their games! [ of course. And then he grins and taps her collarbone ] Mordred's in there. Dunno what kind of weapon it's become, but it'll be a strong one.

[fracturedsoul]

I'll get on that, then.

One more question. You already seem to know my name, so what's yours?

[fracturedsoul]

No, there isn't.

[ Should he elaborate? ...No, for some reason he feels like it's best not to. He's not really sure why... ]

That's not so surprising, though. Empires crumble. It's happened to all of the greats in the past, and it will happen to all of them in the future.

[brbdocumenting]

Games?

[She looks down at her chest then back up at him. She's pretty sure that Mordred is much bigger than her and wouldn't fit inside of her, but at the same time she believed what he was saying]

[brbdocumenting]

Oh. What's there now?

[fracturedsoul]

I could tell you, but that might cause irreparable damage to the timeline. I'll let you find out for yourself.

[mamarosa]

I know all the names of the new arrivals, while I don't know their faces it was relatively easy to match you. You have the features of a Strider. My name is Dolorosa.

[trollofthree]

Dueling. This is our day off, though, so try not to get into any fights until tomorrow. [ He taps his own chest, too. ] Tristan's in here! She's a halberd.

[brbdocumenting]

Timeline? [headtilt]