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

[straightupzorra]

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

[xxiisfool]

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!

[straightupzorra]

[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.

[xxiisfool]

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

Just what kind of game is this...?

[straightupzorra]

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.

[xxiisfool]

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?

[straightupzorra]

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.