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.

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[brbdocumenting]

[Interested in what he's wearing, Anya comes up to him and snaps his picture]

Recorded.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He turns toward her, a little surprised. ]

Keeping track of things, are you?

[brbdocumenting]

[she nods]

For my memories.

[fracturedsoul]

Are they usually a problem for you?

[brbdocumenting]

They're unreliable.

[fracturedsoul]

Then that's a clever way of keeping track of things. Did you get my good side?

[brbdocumenting]

[She glances at the picture then turns the phone to show him. Is this your good side Dirk?]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Good enough. ]

You've got some talent. You should take that up as a career.

Mind telling me your name? Mine is Dirk Strider. [ He did want to keep a low profile -- who knew who was behind this -- but it looked like whoever had brought him here already knew who he was. ]

[brbdocumenting]

Career?

[You mean do something other than pilot Mordred D8?]

[She types his name next to his picture, it always helps when you can connect names and faces]

Anya Alstreim, Knight of [She pauses, what's her number again? Also she chose to disclose her title to cover the take up photography as a career thing]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He would elaborate on that, but he's distracted by her not finishing her next statement. ]

Knight of...?

[brbdocumenting]

Knight of the Britannian Empire [there, that sounds nice].

[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.

[brbdocumenting]

[Stares]

Yes, there is.

[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.

[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?

[fracturedsoul]

25th century.

[ ...isn't everyone?

He doesn't remember that not everyone is. ]

[brbdocumenting]

And there's no Britannia?

[that's unfortunate]

[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]

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.

[brbdocumenting]

Timeline? [headtilt]

[fracturedsoul]

You know -- I tell you something, and you use that information to change the future. You might make things better, but then again, you might make them worse. There's no telling. [ Not that time travel is a thing he is aware of, but he's seen enough movies. ]

[brbdocumenting]

[Blankest. Of. Stares.]