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utopiamods) wrote in
rakuen2011-02-05 10:33 am
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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Lloyd did a turn around, scanning the building they were in for what he would assume were projectors. He couldn't spot anything obvious. Aha, these people were good at hiding them. That had to be it. "...now how would a glove trigger a tactile hologram? Hmmm." Better question. "How did they even construct a tactile hologram?"
Forget all this nonsense about some game. The man in the labcoat was going to wonder about the tech even needed for this silliness. Surely it could be put to a better use.
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"What is it? Well, holograms are 3D projections. Normally it's just light, but if these ones really are tactile, it means you can handle them as if they were real solid objects!"
Isn't that exciting? He sure thought so.
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Somehow, Miwako does not share in his excitement.
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And this was where he went on in-depth about how something like tangible light could be possible. It involved a lot of strange words and equations and a dozen tangents that were vaguely connected to the topic. Lloyd wasn't actually trying to explain any of it to Miwako anymore, he was just thinking aloud as he tried to puzzle it out himself. He couldn't care less if it made no sense to her.
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She wondered if any of her cats were here too. Or Mordred. How was she supposed to fight without Mordred again?
Instead of worrying about it like normal people would, she took out her phone and took a picture of the names on the screen and started looking around. The guy in the lab coat looked familiar.
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A something of the Rounds. A Knightmare Frame pilot, in any case.
The scientist raised a hand up in the air and waved at her. "Anya~! What are you doing here?"
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A Players list? He skimmed it, blinked, went back to the top and skimmed it again. "C.C is here...?" His gaze shifted down a few more names. "Euphemia li Britannia?!" That wasn't possible. "Heh. Bit of a cruel joke there, eh, Anya?"
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Now if he could just remember her name... But he was sure she'd answer to a nickname if he came up with one. It was fine!
"Yo!" He almost ran over, beaming down at the pink-haired knight. "Just got here?"
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Then Gino came lumbering towards her. She looked up at him, he was still really tall, and answered "Yes" to him as well.
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"She just won't stop talking today," the Earl joked. He looked back at the screen with the names. So there was C.C., supposedly Euphemia, Anya, and now Gino. "Say, Gino, what are all of you really doing here? They don't actually expect anyone to fight, do they?"
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"Hmm?"
It was the familiarity of the voice that drew his attention away from his own thoughts rather than the name. He turned to look. By now, Lelouch was probably used to the staring, though Lloyd didn't stare for too long.
"Well, well, just how many lives do you have?"
It may have freaked the others out, but he found it funny.
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Yeah. He still thought this was all one big, silly dream. People didn't just get stuck in a school with those who are either dead or missing. That it could be real was beyond belief for him.
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"Your death looked very convincing to me!" If he had been worried about how this wasn't a dream before, it didn't last long. He was smiling again. Lloyd nodded towards the screen with the Player names. "Does that make the reports of your sister's death just as inaccurate?"
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"At any rate, I have a source for you to look in to," he began. "Tsuki Aoi. She seems to know more intimately than the rest the program at hand."
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