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]

[She laughs but then groans again, why does this hurt so much]

He landed me here before the others could get a chance.

[whitestknight]

[ ... and wow doesn't that just remind you uncomfortably of Yuri and Zaude and weeks of trawling the coastline between missions. He's halfway to tracing a First Aid spell before he remembers the blastia don't work any more, so he just concentrates on supporting her without jostling her. ]

How fortunate for them. [ he briefly considers asking if he should apprehend the person responsible, but he doubts she hasn't already thought of that. ]

[straightupzorra]

[Oh god she wishes he could have a healing spell used on her]

Don't tell anyone I needed help, okay?

[whitestknight]

[ alas. ]

Asking for help from a friend isn't weakness, Santana.

[straightupzorra]

[she snorts and, ow, she needs to stop doing that]

[mumbling] Friends, yeah. [Making friends is hard and no one understands]