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Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-02-05 10:33 am

Round 1 [new characters and round announcement]

You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

- I remember now. It's a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her.

The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess.

No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--


The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep.

"Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. This tramline terminates here; all change. Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. All change."

Sunlight streams through the windows of the long carriage, making the seats almost uncomfortably warm beneath its waking passengers. The air is muggy and thick, the atmosphere deeply tired. Your nausea settles, slowly. The last of the dream fades.

"We have arrived at Utopia. Repeat, we have arrived at Utopia Academy. Could all passengers please leave the tram, as it is terminating here."

The tram pulls to a stop outside the academy station, and the students onboard are ushered off and directed to the front lobby of the school. They can't miss it; there are signs up pointing toward the main entrance, reading "New student orientation" in big, bright letters. If anyone should care to move off the path, try exploring somewhere else, a teacher will conveniently appear to shoo them back toward the lobby, assuring them that "all your questions will be answered inside".

The lobby is big and spacious, looking more like a university or perhaps a fancy international hotel than a high school. Stood around are any number of students in the uniform of the school. Some of them even look awake. There are several receptionists at the desk towards the back of the lobby, but for now they seem busy with paperwork.


[ Note: the round announcement will go up in a thread once you've all mingled. ♥ ]
loyal_liar: (Smiling)

[personal profile] loyal_liar 2011-02-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Lyra Silvertongue," Lyra told him, smiling a bit more broadly.

"I'd love to hear about your world too," she told him brightly.
queenscheckmate: we are young (clear mind and thoughts; listening)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
That noise. Why won't it stop? Kallen refused to look behind her because well, she feels there's a good chance there's a blood she can't block behind her. She looked down.
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose asking if something is troubling you would simply be redundant."
loyal_liar: (tenderness)

[personal profile] loyal_liar 2011-02-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah... And I'm a player this round, so I'm going to have to fight," Lyra said grimly. Unless there was some way out of it, at least.
queenscheckmate: we are young (cue falling in 3...2; um whoops)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah-- what. No, I'm fine."
bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If you prefer."
queenscheckmate: we are young (unsure of the future; what now)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I should... go." That sounded like a good idea. "Was there anything else you needed?"
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
This, Sherlock will stay to hear.

He offers Lelouch a cordial nod (and wonders why his hands have started to hurt again).
lolisandminorities: by <user name="stormcoming" site="livejournal.com"> (normal | taking a call)

[personal profile] lolisandminorities 2011-02-07 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, playing along seems to be the best option for now." He replied quietly, gaze sincere enough. If winning back his memories took tokens, he'd just have to earn them. After all, perhaps there was a reason for taking them away and if that was the case, he wasn't interested in going into a fight blindly.
Edited 2011-02-07 02:43 (UTC)
themerryway: ([?] - like a lover 2/2)

[personal profile] themerryway 2011-02-07 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," she says, and she gently goes to take his hand. "Then I, Euphemia li Britannia, promise to vow myself to your protection." She says it quite seriously, meaning it. So long as she has this man as her Weapon, she'll protect him the best she can. "And if you would like to be-- discarded feels like the wrong word to use, but I suppose it's the technical one... I'll discard you if you find someone else to be your player." Euphie releases his hand and looks up at him sheepishly. "What's your name?"
lolisandminorities: by <user name="duelist" site="livejournal.com"> (surprise | impossible)

[personal profile] lolisandminorities 2011-02-07 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
There was absolutely no way to describe the emotions that went through his body at those words.

Euphemia li Britannia.

A Britannian princess. The Massacre Princess. The dead Britannian Massacre Princess. How was such a thing even possible? How could-!? Turning clearly shocked eyes back on Euphemia, the soldier stared at her for a long moment before registering that he'd been asked a question. It took one more second to clear his throat before he could properly reply in a mostly composed tone of voice.

"Li Xingke."
Edited 2011-02-07 04:23 (UTC)
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates, then shakes his head.

"No. Thank you."
queenscheckmate: we are young (softly with words that flow; sincere)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded. She turned around and stepped over something. You can't see what she does, but her hands are in front of her now. Hiding her hands from people? Psh, you must be crazy. But she walked back in the direction of the dorms.
aureus_veritas: (seriously? you're that dumb?)

[personal profile] aureus_veritas 2011-02-07 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ed levels her with a look. Yes, he's injured. Plenty of damage to the torso area (the extent of which he had yet to actually check out), cuts all over his face and bruises everywhere else. His clothes were shredded in places and while he'd wiped most of the blood of his face, his hair was still caked with it. As always, Mei is so damn observant.

"I'LL CALL YOU WHATEVER I DAMN WELL WANT, NOW GET OFF OF ME!!!"

He goes back to shoving at her, trying to pry those grabby hands off.

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-07 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
There's a tug at his sleeve. Mei's down there, trying to get his attention.

"Hey? Have you seen Gino or Grenn?" She realizes a second later that he might not know them by name, though she has seen him around before. He was in the rounds before this one... and... where else? "You know, the really tall one with braids? And the girl in the wheelchair? I lost track of them."

With more people crowded into the main building, and most of them still being taller then her, it had been easy to lose sight...
bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"There is more than one girl in a wheelchair," he notes. "But yes, I know Gino's name, and no, I have not seen any of them thus far."

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-07 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
The look is more than enough to get her to scurry off of him. The yelling? Insult to injury there. This couldn't possibly be the boy she loved. He was loud and angry and when did he get so short, now that she's thinking about it? It didn't matter. She'll worry about that later. Even without her alkahestry, she might still be able to do something.

"Quit yelling!"

While he may have glared Mei off of him, it doesn't stop her from trying to pry his shirt up and get a look at whatever injuries she couldn't easily spot. "Now hold still and let me see!" Huff. "It can't be that bad if you're still screaming your head off at me..."

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-07 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, right." Mei has to think for a second. What other defining features does-- oh! "Grenn's the one with black hair!" But he says he hasn't seen them and she sighs. "Okay. Thanks..."

She almost turned and went on with her search, but another question came to mind before she did.

"Do you remember the last time everyone was in here?"
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not entirely sure I trust my memory at the moment," Sherlock answers, looking down at his hands. He remembers wrecking one of them irreparably, and yet there they are, good as new.

[personal profile] idkmybffxiao 2011-02-07 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Why not?" Mei really shouldn't be bugging other people over this, but that was a weird way of saying 'I don't know', if she understood that right.
aureus_veritas: (Default)

[personal profile] aureus_veritas 2011-02-07 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't say that," Ed retorts with a roll of his eyes. "There's probably a good chance that those tracks lead to nowhere and following them out the way we came from could potentially land us dead faster than any number of battles we join here. No, there's gotta be a method that our captors used to bring us in and put us on those trains. Something that could potentially explain why you all had a vivid hallucination or dream or whatever it was. Some kind of power, or advanced technology - something that can be used to fix our memories and send us all back home."

Ed is fully aware of just how ridiculous this all sounds. But it's better to have something like this to shoot for rather than being content to twiddle his thumbs while waiting for further instructions. He'd been following orders for long enough. Rebellion was far more satisfying.
dreamcandies: (◢ hm)

[personal profile] dreamcandies 2011-02-07 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
She turns her head, looking at Mai over her shoulder. "Did you say something to me?"
themerryway: ([?] - are you ok?)

[personal profile] themerryway 2011-02-07 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Her face falls at his reaction, and then she realizes. However what she realizes is much different than the reality.

"Don't worry about, ah, um-- my status," she tells him. "You can call me Euphie. I figured it was a moment of formality-- so I forgot to introduce myself as something more casual. Either way, it's very good to meet you, Li Xingke."
dreamcandies: (◢ gigglefits)

[personal profile] dreamcandies 2011-02-07 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you strong enough to protect me?" You could mistake this tone for a playful one quite easily. But nonetheless, "Alright."
lolisandminorities: by <user name="sundry_icons" site="livejournal.com"> (serious | try it for a change)

[personal profile] lolisandminorities 2011-02-07 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
For another moment, the warrior simply continued to treat her to a searching, slightly spooked stare before he forced himself calm. To compose himself and remember who he was and try and find out what he was dealing with. Was she the real thing? And if not, who would dare impersonate one of the most despicable figures in history?

A matter for another time, it seemed. For now, he would simply have to play along and see what information he could gather from this place.

"Xingke is fine, Princess." He replied, seemingly choosing to stick with formalities rather than go with her nickname. "And the honor is mine."

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