rakuen | 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.

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She watches the screen with her head tilting to the side. She's not listed as one of the Players this round... leaving her as one of the 'Weapons'?

"This is weird." Her disapproval, do you hear it.

"I know... They dragged us all the way here to fight fake battles?" Lyra said, glancing down at her gloved hand suspiciously.

"Wonder if the Magisterium's behind this somehow." She made a face at the thought.

"Magisterium?" She echoes, looking at Lyra curiously. "What's that?"

"The Church," Lyra said quietly, looking at her glove, "And all the organizations that make it up. But... If it is them, then why grab me but not my daemon? And what are they doing in this place?"

"You have a... daemon?" She asks curiously as she links her arms behind her back, looking Lyra over while rocking on the heels of her shoes. She looked ordinary enough.

"Since I was born. Everyone in my world does," Lyra told her, "But I- I can't remember his name, or his shape."

Lyra raised a hand to her temple, "I guess I know at least some of what they took from me, then."

Ten memories. She really didn't like that, especially not knowing what they were. Her expression briefly hardens.

"So, are you a Player?" She asks, mulling over how she'll need to get those memories back.

"Yeah. For this round, anyway," Lyra said, "What about you?"

"Weapon." She replied. "Have you found yourself a partner yet?"

She hadn't seen anyone familiar here, but at least this girl was sounding interesting. "I'm Road Kamelot, by the way."

"One. But apparently we can have several?" Lyra told her, shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm Lyra Silvertongue."

"Lyra... what a pretty name." She smiles. "Want to be friends?"

This game is all about making alliances, right? Best to start soon.

"Sure! It en't like I know anyone here, anyway. Do you want me to make that oath?"

Well, Lyra's thinking along similar lines anyway.

"Are you strong enough to protect me?" You could mistake this tone for a playful one quite easily. But nonetheless, "Alright."

"I swear I'll protect you then!" Lyra's got confidence, at least.

"Also, you want to buy upgrades? Apparently it's a way to make the weapons you have stronger."

"Let's win a lot together." Because losing will get them nowhere.

"I suppose," She said while adjusting the bookbag on her shoulder. "I don't know much about that, though. Should we look at my weapon first?"

"Well, the other Weapon who let me have him told me about that- he has two. One that makes whoever has him stronger, and another that lets him fly. But let's find out what your weapon is first."

Lyra put her gloved hand in front of Roads chest. Suddenly, words from a mostly-forgotten dream floated into her head, but she didn't say them.

"Want me to do it now?" she asked.

Looking down, unperturbed. "Go ahead."

She was curious as to what would come out.

"Utopia is here!"

And nothing happened, because that day was a rest rest day and they're not technically playing yet. Lyra just looked confused.

"What?"

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Searching to see if the Mikoto she knew was the one on the monitors, Mai spotted a short, dark-haired girl through the sea of bodies. Was it her? This girl certainly looked about the right size. Moving as quickly as she could through the crowd, she approached the girl from behind. "Mikoto?" she asked, coming closer.

She turns her head, looking at Mai over her shoulder. "Did you say something to me?"

Seeing the different face and certainly hearing a different voice, Mai stopped in her tracks. "Oh...I did, but I thought you were someone else," she replied sheepishly. "Sorry to disturb you."

"Is a friend of yours here?" She asks, turning the rest of the way to face Mai.

"I don't know, actually," the redhead replied, lowering her eyes a bit. "She might be, but I don't know for sure." Admitting she couldn't remember Mikoto's family name would feel weird, even if others have lost their memories.

"What does she look like? If I see her I'll tell you."

"Well, um," Mai started, then holds a hand up to her nose's level. "She's about this tall, has short black hair with braids, yellow eyes, and sometimes runs around on all four like a cat."