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

[brbdocumenting]

[Hope you wanted to get your picture taken, because this pink haired loli is taking all of your pictures to document them in her blog]

[trollofthree]

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

Been a while.

[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?

[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 snaps a picture of festive!Gino]

Why are we here?

[she looks around some more]

Mordred?

[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.

[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]

[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.