rakuen | On the platform: Meet the neulings

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On the platform: Meet the neulings

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.

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Minako Arisato
Spades Slick

[Minako approaches the girl, obviously confused with the given situation.]

Um, hello?

Considering you don't like look like a Spade Slick, I'm going to guess you're Minako, but if for some reason you are Slick, I feel bad for you.

You're right, I'm Minako.

And you are...?

[bored]

Santana Lopez, Head Prefect of Conquest, I'm the lucky girl who gets to answer all of your questions.

[ Well she just couldn't be more obvious with that. ]

So, uh, why was I taken here again?

To play a game, look I'm tired of dumb questions, ask something better.

Um... [She wants to ask how she was even alive, but she simply bites her lip. So she plays it off with a smile.]

I don't think I have anything else to ask!

[oh but that's a good question!]

[she quirks an eyebrow at her]

Really, nothing? With that kind of attitude you're going to get yourself killed.

Get myself killed? [Now she's even more tempted to ask.]

Just what kind of game is this...?

What, did you think you couldn't die here? Well that would half right, you can die here but you'll come back to life over and over again. I don't know if you can die of old age, or if you would just be constantly dying.

The game is called Exaclan, it's a battle game fought with weapons pulled out of people and is some kind of embodiment of whatever.

Well, I thought -- [ Okay, that's a lie. She didn't really think that much at all. She still had her head wrapped around the matter how she didn't die.

Though she gave a simple nod on the small explanation of the game. ]

I see... why is it that they want us to fight with these "weapons", though?

Eh, it's all so we can get out of here, y'know, play by their rules and be rewarded. Trust me, I know that sounds dumb but it's the easiest way to win and leave.

Who's askin'?

[Slick walked over to the tan skinned female, looking her up and down before poking his tongue out in disgust.]

More annoying brats to deal with... What the heck do you want anyway?

[She looks over at him]

Let me guess, you're Spades Slick and you're so angry because you have a ridiculous name that got you ridiculed all throughout your childhood so now you speak like a gangster to make people respect you but they're actually just afraid of you?

[Santana: master question answerer]

[Slick's top lip twitched, his good eye too (which happened to be right hand side for now.) Listening to her babble on before he executed a rather wonderful FACEPALM COMBO X1 slapping his robotic hand over his face and growing a little out of annoyance. Who did this doll think she was?!]

Lemme guess, you're one of Doc Scratch's harem?

[Pointing a pointed sharp finger at her face, you could tell by how he trembled that he was finding it hard to restrain himself.]

You can tell him I'm not interested.

[she quirks an eyebrow at him]

There's no Doc Scratch here for me to be part of his harem, and I'm not part of anyone's harem, I practically run this place, there's no way I'm submitting to anyone, ya got that?

[No Doc Scratch? How could that be? Did that mean there was no Felt? No Lord English? YES!! No Snowman? Oh this place might not be so bad after all.

Slick made his hands pincer together, mocking her talking as he shouldered past her, wandering off and looking around before he stood still.]

See how many shits I give about. Now which way's back home?

[Oh it is on]

You just need to walk along the train tracks back where you came.

[except if he does that he'll pass out in the middle of the tracks, drown, die, and wake up in bed here. Whoops.]

[Santana, you're a bitch! D: ]

Don't expect me to thank you.

[Flipping her the bird as he hops down onto the train tracks and starts slowly walking along them, grumbling about this stupid place and the stupid kid's on the train and this stupid know it all two bit pretty girl!]

[sickly sweet voice]

Have fun, see you soon.

[He should really know this is some kind of trick... but along he struts in his growing anger.

When wakes up later even more confused than he is now, is he going to have to put up with Santana again?...]

[He'll just wake up in his new bed, feel free to go find Santana and ~~stab~~ ~~yell~~ stab her]

[Oh what a lovely sleep that was!... Not ¬_¬

Slick jumped out of bed, cursing under his breath and stormed out of the room. He headed back down towards the train station platform, looking for that stupid girl!

Upon spotting her, Slick snatched out to grab a pen from out of the other prefects, using his thumb to snap the end of into a sharp and jagged point.

Strolling right up to the girl and before she ever had a chance to notice him STAB! right in the lower back. Slick pushed in hard until his hand was pressed against her bleeding through her shirt.]

Hello again sweet heart.

[YES! Fuck yes! He actually managed to say something slightly catchphrase worthy for a change!]

[Santana was seemingly right where her left her, "helping" new students and mingling with some of the old ones, generally being social and not sending people to their death via train tracks. It's not her fault that Spades Slick was such a sucker he fell for her trap, really, the "see you soon" should have tipped him off. She wrote him off as a moron.]

[Until, you know, she was literally being stabbed in the back. Being stabbed was something that she was pretty used to, except for the fact she was used to being stabbed by somewhat fake weapons during battle. Needless to say she wasn't expecting Spades back so soon, nor was she expecting to be stabbed!]

--Hey! What-

[She falls to her knees and looks over her shoulder. If looks could kill Spades would be dead. Again. Santana takes a few steps away from him and feels on her back for the weapon. It's lodged in there pretty deeply and she can feel herself getting a bit light headed from the pain. This would definitely need to get looked at.]

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