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[on the platform: attn. all characters]
Rakuen is warm in the noon sun, not humid enough to be uncomfortable but bright enough to make the transition from train to platform momentarily disorienting. The group greeting you is rather large, but also rather uneven - on one side, ten students in black and green; on the other, five in red and white. Whilst the green group are all fairly average, all teenagers other than the tiny, frail woman leading them, the red group are a tad more varied. One of their girls is tiny, the size of a small child, and her wings are beating patterns in the warm air. At the other side of the group, a warlike man looms over his comrades.
When they notice the arrivals, one out of each group steps forward. A lively teenager with ridiculously long red hair is the first to speak.
"Excuse me! Over here!" That's all she's contributing for now, her counterpart steps forward from the red group to continue. He explains, more calmly, that they're all prefects of Rakuen, from the two battle schools on the island. Fortitude - the girl in green waves - and Conquest. They all arrived just like you did, weeks or months before this.
"Please," he finishes, holding up a clipboard. Which seems rather unnecessary given how few names he has to read, "Come forward when we call your name, and we can answer your questions. I'm sure you have many."
As the Conquest prefect, he reads, "For Conquest school: Yuka Kazami," and leaves it at that.
"I'm Sora," the girl adds, "We're from Fortitude. Come ask us anything, even if I don't read your name! Let's see... Asagi, Juri Arisugawa, and Shion."
When they notice the arrivals, one out of each group steps forward. A lively teenager with ridiculously long red hair is the first to speak.
"Excuse me! Over here!" That's all she's contributing for now, her counterpart steps forward from the red group to continue. He explains, more calmly, that they're all prefects of Rakuen, from the two battle schools on the island. Fortitude - the girl in green waves - and Conquest. They all arrived just like you did, weeks or months before this.
"Please," he finishes, holding up a clipboard. Which seems rather unnecessary given how few names he has to read, "Come forward when we call your name, and we can answer your questions. I'm sure you have many."
As the Conquest prefect, he reads, "For Conquest school: Yuka Kazami," and leaves it at that.
"I'm Sora," the girl adds, "We're from Fortitude. Come ask us anything, even if I don't read your name! Let's see... Asagi, Juri Arisugawa, and Shion."
FORTITUDE
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He hadn't found Nezumi; he still didn't know where he was but there were people here and despite the uniforms they did not seem like military or officials. Instead they looked like... school children.
He listened to the blonde man, taking in the information even if it made little sense. Battle schools, an island, a city that was not No. 6 or any of the other cities.
There was no such place as Rakuen city...
But he was here and the red haired girl was calling his name so Shion stepped forward feeling self conscious of his bruised face and the blood on his shirt. "Hello, I am Shion."
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He had noticed the hat, he still had no idea what was going on but he understood that those with the hats were in charge. "Please don't cry miss."
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I thought I replied to this ages ago~
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Why would you even make Dave a prefect?
Regardless, Dave spots Shion and approaches him. He's wary though. Shion didn't look like he knew what was going on. Dave wasn't going to get his hopes up either. He's gotten used to his friends coming and going and coming back with no memories.
He stands in front of Shion, hand held out to shake Shion's in greeting.]
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[He might already know that, Shion was very confused about how people knew him here.]
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"A sub-dimension. I think that's it!"
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shamelessly flings at
*CLINGS*
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Re: FORTITUDE
"I'm Juri Arisugawa," she told the girl. "But your list must be mistaken—I don't attend this 'Fortitude school.'"
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'You've been enrolled whether you like it or not. It's better to just read the manual you were given and at least participate classes. If you need an explanation on how this place works, most of the prefects, like myself, are qualified to inform you. You can't leave this place even if you tried.'
His handwriting was easy to read at the very least. He preferred his PDA, but not everyone seemed to understand what they were.
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CONQUEST
[Picking up from the end of the conversation below...]
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Ignoring the waiting group of people for the moment, she took in the landscape. A wall to the north, with unfamiliar buildings behind. More to the northwest, not to mention the structure she was standing in. And there was a certain strange feeling in the air. Suspicion turned into confidence.
She was no longer in Gensokyo.
Before she could contemplate this further, her subconscious began to nag at her. Like she'd seen something familiar, when she'd glanced at the apparent welcoming committee. But that was ridiculous. She didn't know anyone in the outside world.
There it was again. A flash of light? She stepped forward to get a better look... and stopped dead in her tracks. The flash was revealed as sunlight reflecting off wings made of ice, the wings of someone she hadn't imagined she would see here, had never seen like this at all.
Rucksack and parasol fell to the ground unnoticed. Yuka's entire attention was riveted on this sudden sight.
"Cir... no?"
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"Yes...?"
She took a step forward, quickly spotting the woman who called her name. She thought hard for a moment and the resulting headache from trying to remember the woman's name or how she knew her made her wince and place her hand to her forehead.
"I'm sorry...I don't remember you....Who are you?"
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Hey! [She noticed her for a split second; that hairdo and bow combo gave her away fairly well. It was odd, but Sanae felt like for some reason this was one of the only memories she had.]
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...Can I help you?
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