[on the platform: attn. all characters]

[utopiamods]

For those getting off the train their first impression of Rakuen is one of dreary, overcast skies. Although it's blessedly dry, the platform is still dark from a previous rainshower. The gaggle of uniformed greeters there to meet you are armed with umbrellas and school coats: on one side, four students in black and green; on the other, four in red and white. Whilst those in green are all unremarkable humans - mostly teenagers - the red group are a tad more varied. That is to say, one of their number is tiny, a girl the size of a small child, and her wings are beating delicate patterns in the warm air.

When they notice the hiss of the train doors, one out of each group steps forward.

"Can I please have your attention," A blond youth in the red and white starts; he explains that they're all prefects of Rakuen, having arrived just like you have in the past five months. Enrolled in the two battle schools on the island, like you. Fortitude - a long-haired boy and the others dressed in green nod or wave - and Conquest, as he indicates his comrades.

"I know you have many questions, and we'll answer as many as we can. But first, we have to sort you." He looks down on his list to double check, "Yomiel."

[ modnote: more names to be added ]

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[deadmanipulator]

Yomiel hadn't seen anyone on the train. Anyone. Once or twice he'd heard voices, or he thought he had - but it had seemed entirely empty of anyone actually living. A bit eerie, and - the feeling of nausea, the sleepiness, had rather alarmed him. He hadn't felt either in - ten years, hadn't even actually slept in ten years, but whatever that had been had seemed to affect him directly, instead of the corpse he's possessing...

Not that that's important, now. He saunters onto the platform, small rucksack slung lazily over one shoulder, determined not to show any sort of emotion that could display his uneasiness. He'd get his bearings, figure out who exactly went around shoving ghosts onto trains - he certainly hadn't been kidnapped, no, just shoved - and then get out of here. He still had a revenge to execute.

He broke stride for just a moment at seeing the small, winged girl. What -

A slip back into that smooth step right after, practiced control of his own body letting him recover perhaps a touch faster than someone else would. It'd probably still been noticed, though, and he cursed in his head.

And then his name was called. A careful smirk, stepping forward with his hands casually stuck in his pockets. "That'd be me. Care to explain where I am?"

[[fffFF I didn't mean to make this this long please shout at me and I'll make it shorter next time]]