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Entry tags:
- !!round change,
- anya alstreim,
- c.c.,
- edgar roni figaro,
- edward elric,
- enki,
- fletcher tringham,
- gaara,
- haruka kuchinawa,
- kallen kozuki,
- kitty pryde,
- lloyd asplund,
- lyra silvertongue,
- mikoto minagi,
- miwako aihara,
- rafiel,
- reiko date,
- road kamelot,
- romeo,
- sakura haruno,
- shoujou,
- spencer reid,
- suzaku kururugi,
- utena tenjou,
- xingke li
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. ♥ ]
- 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. ♥ ]
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"Wonder what happens if we refuse to do jack shit," he mutters, mostly to himself.
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"Uh... I wouldn't do that. You... er, after three days of no battling, you, um, start to lose tokens. And if you want your memories back..." Grenn paused to shrug and grimaced. "That's if you're a Player, of course..." The guy was one of the new ones, so Grenn had no idea if his name was up there on the list or not.
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He runs his hand through his hair with an irritated groan. "Great. But what about going home? Does battling have anything to do with that?"
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"We don't know. We have to assume it will... But this... uhm, game of theirs may just be the beginning..." Grenn trailed off unhappily and shrugged, remembering the muddled 'dream'. "But if we don't assume that playing their game will get us home... And we get punished if we don't, and we can't leave, what to do then?"
There was nothing to do. Unless there was something else, but she wasn't about to share that with the first person she met, and especially not here in the lobby.
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"The punishment is just losing tokens? What happens if we lose all of them?"
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"Technically, nothing... But you'll continue losing them, and if you want the memories they took away, it's gonna be hard with tokens in the minus," Grenn said with a grimace. "And... I don't know. They might decide to do something else, if taking tokens isn't... uh, deterrence enough."
She really hoped he wouldn't get the idea of doing something like not participating. She shook her head.
"Trust me... Last round two of the children attempted to play an ordinary board game after having drawn the weapons to get around the fighting part..." Grenn looked up again and gave him a brief, direct stare. "There was tokens docked, and the penalty warning. On children."
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"But there's still nothing guaranteeing that. And chances are that whatever 'power' is locking our memories away or whatever will become ineffective once we find a way out of here, right? Our focus should be on all of us leaving, not on surviving."
Though even as he's saying that there's a strange, nagging feeling in the back of his head. Like there's something he's supposed to do here as well. But what...?
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Grenn shrugged. He could, of course, attempt to do what he thought best. She was, after all, contemplating doing something that could possibly bring down severe punishment on her head. She would still do it.
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He looks over at the girl with a half-shrug. "I'd rather spend my time doing that then playing their little puppet game."
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He'd just spent the last 12 hours of his life at home fighting non-stop. It wasn't bad, it was just exhausting. And it sounded like a fight here was pointless. Participating in this game was just a rouse to keep them here longer.
"Great," he muttered, annoyed. "Just great..."
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And Fletcher's brother was talking to him. This could be bad.
Fletcher quickly made his way over to where the two of them were standing and clung to his brother's sleeve. He caught that last statement -- so it was, indeed, his brother who'd been picked as a Player and not some random new arrival who just coincidentally happened to have the last name Tringham.
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Only then did Ed actually turn to look at who he was talking to, raising an eyebrow. He didn't recognize the guy at all, not even vaguely. Judging by his stature and the way he held himself, he was too young to be in any way associated with the military; the guy couldn't be much older than himself, and if someone else his age had enlisted he would've heard about it somehow.
His eyes briefly glanced toward the younger boy when he appeared, then turned back on the elder. Edward was sure he didn't recognize them. Though he supposed it was possible that they'd had a brief encounter before and the memory had just filed itself away somewhere inaccessible.
"...Do I know you?"
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He looked down at the younger boy when he spoke, brow furrowing. Alive? What was THAT supposed to mean?! "Yeah, but... How'd you know that? Have we met before?"
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"EDWAAAAARD-SAMAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
If only the room could burst into a million flowers and sparkles to go right along with that delighted shriek, but it couldn't, so his name is the only warning he has before there is a tiny pink girl barreling through the crowd. The very moment she got close enough, she threw herself at him, fully intending to flying tackle him with a great, big HUG.
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Nor is there any mistaking the way she addressed him.
One would think Ed would be more ready for a Mei attack... but he's not. He'd been under the impression that she'd developed a crush on Al. Which was... fine, he supposed. Though it did mean that he'd more or less dropped his guard around her. Which means that right at this very moment, Ed's been knocked off his feet with a yelp of shock and alarm and is now being smothered on the floor.
Which is also not good for all the cuts and bruises he's sustained from the Father fight. So, wincing all the while, Ed attempts to squirm free and pry Mei off of him.
"MEI, WHA- OW- WOULD YO- GAH! - GET OFF!! STUPID BEAN GIRL
GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!!!"
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"I can't believe it you're really HERE and alive and it was so scary and--" The girl ignored the yelling and squirming at first, but the damage to his coat eventually dawned on her. She sat up, though still on him, and blinked. "Aaah! You're hurt!"
Wait.
Waitwait. More importantly, what did he just call her?
"HEY! DON'T CALL ME A STUPID BEAN GIRL!"
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"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.
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"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..."
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"HEY!" Ed swats at her, grabbing for her wrists to keep them away from the edge of his shirt and scrambling into an position that'll make it easier to either fend her off or to get the hell away from her. "You don't need to see anything, I'm FINE!! What the hell's gotten into you?!"
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Because he really did look to be in bad shape now that she wasn't hugging him to death. Mei tried to twist her wrists out of his grip, planning to keep them to herself after that. "What are you talking about? I can't be happy to see you?!"
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Then he lets go, scooting away from her a bit just in case she decides to get clingy out of the blue. "And no, you can't! You're NEVER happy to see me!! And yet all of a sudden you're acting--" He gestures wildly at her. "-like this at me!"
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