rakuen | [ main entrance, open to all! ]

Characters: Ieyasu Tokugawa
Format: Prose, action, whichever.
This log is: Open!
Location: Main entrance.
Summary: Ieyasu's introduction! Feel free to come bug him.
Warnings: Sengoku-era cluelessness? ETA I may be a bit slow in replying due to sickness at the moment, sorry about that!

To say Ieyasu is dazed would be an understatement.

It must be a dream, he thinks, as he starts to register his surroundings. It looks to be a carriage of some sort, a contraption he'd not even witnessed in the hands of the Saika. Before he can try to begin making sense of things, this dream, vivid as it is, ushers him off and away into even stranger territory.

A building. A grand one, at that; the architecture is astounding, Ieyasu thinks. It's unlike any place Ieyasu has ever seen, and his senses flooding back to him don't do a lot in the way of helping him rationalize it. The air and smells and sounds of this place are unfamiliar, but they are almost certainly genuine. Perhaps he had been wrong, this could be...

...No, he tells himself, it won't do him any good to panic-- so he stands in that very spot and scans the immediate grounds in search of a familiar face; Tadakatsu, one of his soldiers, anyone. And that's when it occurs to Ieyasu that he's not entirely sure what he's looking for: his mind is decidedly blank at the notion of Tadakatsu's face.

He's awake, but far from understanding.

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Euphemia heard the train pull up a short while ago; she heads there now, out of her own curiosity and out of a desire to meet the new students. There isn't anyone in the lobby for the introductory video just yet, so Euphie heads out the front doors.

She spots someone not wearing the uniform, and approaches without hesitation.

"Excuse me? Are you new here?" she says, brightly.

His posture straightens instinctively when she approaches him. While this girl does seem to be both kind and unarmed, Ieyasu still isn't entirely sure where 'here' is.

"I...suppose that I am, yes," he replies. "Might I ask for your name?"

My name? ... Ah, yes. I'm Euphie. What's yours? [ She smiles at him gently, hands folded over her chest. ]

[ He nods, relaxing somewhat. ] I am Ieyasu Tokugawa. Tell me, Euphie-- what is this place? I've never seen anything like it.

[ She pauses at that name-- it's familiar, somehow, but she can't place it. ] It's good to meet you, Ieyasu. This is Utopia Academy. You just got off of the train?

It's good to meet you, as well. [ He pauses for a moment. ] The 'train'...is that what transported me here? I can't say I've heard of these before, not where I am from.

That's right! It's what brought you here.

... You don't have trains, where you're from? Really? [ she says it with a bit of awe, curiosity, rather than anything else ]

[ He shakes his head. ] Not to my knowledge, no.

Say, you called this place 'Utopia Academy'...What is it, exactly, that you do here? Why was I brought here?

Ah, I'm sorry... You must be shaken up. [ How insensitive of her-- she remembers how confused she was upon arrival and smiles a bit sheepishly at him. ]

It's a school. I don't think any of us really know why we're here, but it seems like we've been gathered to play a game. It's... a complex game with a lot of rules and guidelines. There's a video in the main lobby that you can watch to get the gist of things.

[ He takes a moment to let that sink in, appreciative of her kindness. But there's just one thing... ]

A 'video'?

Ah, yes. A video. [ She has no idea that he has... no idea. ]

She's just passing by, mango from the dining hall in her mouth and tail swinging, when she sees him. For a moment, a brief, heart-fluttering, hopeful moment, she thinks (hopes) it's her father but---

It's not. It's all the yellow, she realizes. Daddy wears a lot of yellow too. She's almost angry enough to cry, and almost angry enough to lob the mango at the man's head, but he doesn't deserve that. So she takes a deep breath and just stares at him for a while.

He looks completely clueless, kinda like Baije.
"Hey, are you all right?" Huashi says, still unashamedly staring, half-eaten mango in one hand. She doesn't get any closer though. Just because he wears yellow like daddy doesn't mean he's okay.

He turns his head and intends to say something-- truly, he does-- but something stops him. That tail, to be exact.

So he stares mutely for a moment, weighing his options. In the end he decides to carry on as if nothing about this stranger is too out of the ordinary. "Ah, yes," he blurts out. "I am all right, but...I can't say I have been here before."

"Uh-huh," Huashi says while shaking her head. "I wasn't either until.. um... Some weeks ago?" She shrugs and takes a thoughtful bite from the mango.

"I don't think anyone is? Dunno though!" She pauses and tilts her head, then half turns and points to the big building with the impressive entrance.
"I think you're supposed to go there."

Not very much with the explanations, but then, Huashi doesn't have many of those herself.

His eyes follow her gesture, then trail back to her. So there are others like himself, brought here without much explanation at all...

"I see," Ieyasu replies, nodding. Any answer at all is one he's grateful for, and so he starts toward the entrance. "Thank you."

"No problem!" Huashi exclaims brightly and gives him a jaunty wave as he walks off. She sees no idea in walking with him; she's already seen the video, and can't really explain much of anything about the school.

Edgar had just arrived today, also. He was reeling from everything that had just happened prior to his awakening on that train; he was still working out how he should react to the situation he'd just been thrust into.

He's not quite as impressed with the architecture as the other man who'd arrived today, so he isn't fixated on that; instead, he's been flipping through the book that was in the briefcase he'd arrived with.

He glances over to the other confused-looking man. "You wouldn't have any idea what's behind this, would you?"

It's something of a relief to Ieyasu to know that he's not alone in being uninformed. While the man beside him seems far less fazed, perhaps they could figure out together what forces are at work here.

"I'm afraid I do not," he replies. He pauses for a moment. "Could I ask your name?"

So he's not alone in this, which is a relief. This other man is strangely familiar, actually; he reminds Edgar of...

...of the man with the moustache. What was his name again? How could he have forgotten? He's dizzy for a moment as he realizes he can't remember the Doman man's name, but that passes. He has to focus on the present right now.

"Edgar of Figaro," he replies, leaving off his title for now. There might not even be a Figaro to rule when he returns home. "And yourself?"

"Ieyasu Tokugawa," He answers. "It is good to meet you, Edgar."

He looks back to the building before them. There could be answers within-- or enemies. "We seem to share the same trouble. Perhaps there is someone who could help us inside?"

"It would be better than standing around and asking ourselves questions," he agreed, nodding. He shut the book -- he'd read enough to get the main picture, that they'd been brought here to fight in some sort of contest -- and started toward the main building.

Ieyasu follows suit briskly. The sooner they get their answers, the better. He cannot be drawn away from his task of uniting the country, he thinks to himself, not when so much rides on the bonds he's made.

These answers, vague as they are, present themselves in the form of yet another device that Ieyasu is unfamiliar with: a panel of sorts, one boasting sound and moving picture. Though he's puzzled, to say the least, he sets that aside as best he can to try and make sense of the words he hears.

[ main entrance, open to all! ]

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