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rakuen2011-02-20 01:24 am
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-02-20 01:24 am
Round 2 [all 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 anyone onboard is ushered off and directed to the front lobby of the school. You 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.
Anyway, the many screens are far more interesting. Once a good number of students are gathered inside the building, they all activate at once to show a cheerful, almost cavity-inducing woman in the school uniform. She smiles, waves, and launches into her speech without further ado.
"Good afternoon to our new students here at Utopia Academy! Thank you for choosing to enroll with us for this, our first semester of the new year. Our battle system is the best in the world, set up for you, our students! I hope that you all had a fun journey here, and that you've all made some new friends! You're going to need them soon, so keep them close, okay?
"Unfortunately, some of you have had to leave unexpectedly... This is a little upsetting, because they didn't finish paying their fees. So they've left a few things behind. Their friends should collect those to remember them by! After all, they might not come back, or they might be back next round! You never know.
"Now, I'm going to explain the rules for you. Make sure to listen carefully, and remember, you can find all of this and more in the Exaclan manual!"
She outlines the battle system for the newbies as she has every round previous, then claps her hands. The screen goes blank for a second, and then shows a blue screen with FIRST ANNUAL EXACLAN TOURNAMENT in scrolling white text. The girl appears again in a smaller window in one corner of the screen, and resumes talking.
"This is a special round! Exciting, isn't it? Of course, you can keep fighting as you normally do, too, but we'll also be running a tournament! Every Player has to take part, even if you don't make it through the preliminaries, but you should try hard! There's a big prize for those of you who make it to the last rounds. Now, there are twelve of you this time, and you'll all be fighting in the preliminaries."
The screen changes, to show first the list of Players, then a tree-style tournament diagram. The matches for Day 1 are as follows:
Rafiel vs. Hikaru Sulu
Lloyd Asplund vs. Montblanc
Mai Tokiha vs. Yuka Osada
The matches for Day 2 are:
Shoryu vs. Kallen Stadtfeld
Road Kamelot vs. Grenn Atair
Molly Hayes vs. Miwako Ihara
"After you all fight, we'll have six Players left. That means the third day will have three fights again! Ah, the last three days are for finalists only, but we'll talk about that later! If you have any more questions, ask at the desk, okay? Bye for now, and work hard! The fights start tomorrow~"
- 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 anyone onboard is ushered off and directed to the front lobby of the school. You 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.
Anyway, the many screens are far more interesting. Once a good number of students are gathered inside the building, they all activate at once to show a cheerful, almost cavity-inducing woman in the school uniform. She smiles, waves, and launches into her speech without further ado.
"Good afternoon to our new students here at Utopia Academy! Thank you for choosing to enroll with us for this, our first semester of the new year. Our battle system is the best in the world, set up for you, our students! I hope that you all had a fun journey here, and that you've all made some new friends! You're going to need them soon, so keep them close, okay?
"Unfortunately, some of you have had to leave unexpectedly... This is a little upsetting, because they didn't finish paying their fees. So they've left a few things behind. Their friends should collect those to remember them by! After all, they might not come back, or they might be back next round! You never know.
"Now, I'm going to explain the rules for you. Make sure to listen carefully, and remember, you can find all of this and more in the Exaclan manual!"
She outlines the battle system for the newbies as she has every round previous, then claps her hands. The screen goes blank for a second, and then shows a blue screen with FIRST ANNUAL EXACLAN TOURNAMENT in scrolling white text. The girl appears again in a smaller window in one corner of the screen, and resumes talking.
"This is a special round! Exciting, isn't it? Of course, you can keep fighting as you normally do, too, but we'll also be running a tournament! Every Player has to take part, even if you don't make it through the preliminaries, but you should try hard! There's a big prize for those of you who make it to the last rounds. Now, there are twelve of you this time, and you'll all be fighting in the preliminaries."
The screen changes, to show first the list of Players, then a tree-style tournament diagram. The matches for Day 1 are as follows:
Lloyd Asplund vs. Montblanc
Mai Tokiha vs. Yuka Osada
The matches for Day 2 are:
Road Kamelot vs. Grenn Atair
Molly Hayes vs. Miwako Ihara
"After you all fight, we'll have six Players left. That means the third day will have three fights again! Ah, the last three days are for finalists only, but we'll talk about that later! If you have any more questions, ask at the desk, okay? Bye for now, and work hard! The fights start tomorrow~"
*is totally here way too early*
Enki gave the receptionists an angry glare as he stormed into the lobby. He wasn't sure why he was here, exactly. Some would maybe have said it was because it was one of the places unrestricted to the 'discards', but what did he care? The forests were free to walk through, for example. He didn't really mind the discard position; there was more than enough to eat, and most of the desserts he neither cared for, nor could have, anyway. It could also have been, for some, that apparently a new round started today (or tomorrow, rather), and possibly new students arriving. But he really didn't want to know who would have to fight, and new 'students'? What a joke.
Besides all that, he still had no plans of participating, and anyway, his weapon, he knew, wasn't very strong. That his weapon actually looked like a weapon made his insides curl up on themselves; he'd have been much happier with something that did not look like an actual weapon.
Standing some way past the now-closed doors behind him, Enki scowled and scratched his neck. Why had he wandered into here, anyway? The announcement wouldn't be for a bit yet. There was something... If he had been home, he'd have said it felt like when he was getting closer to the king after having been in Hourai for a few days, but that couldn't be it, because the king wasn't here. Couldn't be here.
He'd even take Shōryū's precense!
Anything!
And he really wished that strange, faint elated sensation would go away.
hi there
But he digressed. This was, as previously mentioned, a perfectly ridiculous situation, and that was precisely why he was sporting a smirk wide enough to make his other half yell at him for a year for even thinking of enjoying it.
Given that his mind was hazed over and dull as he was hurried off the tram and towards the building, he managed to stride into the lobby with infuriating casualness. His head cleared even as he entered through the doors, and he looked around with fresh eyes and a renewed smile. Best to determine where he was, before he made any decisive moves.
ffff-get out you!
So when the door opened again, Enki paid it no mind. Until he was stabbed in the skull by warmth that could mean only one thing, and his whole body quivering with joy.
What.
That...
Really?
Enki whirled around (finally able to do so), and for a second, he was confused. That was---
"Shōryū--!" His shout had begun in annoyance, because what was he thinking smirking like that in a situation like this! It ended in a strangled gasp as the knowledge suffused him. As the precense of the brighter light around the man suddenly made sense.
Of course.
How could he have forgotten? Shōryū was the king. It was so painfully obvious, and they had taken that from him. Enki slammed to his knees where he was, heedless of the whispers around (wouldn't have been able to heed them even if he'd had some sort of choice in the matter), going from a kneel into a full prostration.
Only for the king.
"What are you doing here, you idiot!"
Not that he wouldn't insult the king.
never. 8)
That was highly convenient. Shōryū paused on his vague path towards the desks at the first flash of gold hair, and managed to do nothing but raise an eyebrow as Enki fell into a bow so suddenly. So convenient as to be suspicious, but he couldn't deny he was glad to see the small kirin. He made his way past the other inhabitants of the Academy, unnecessarily amused at their whispers, and knelt down in front of Enki.
"Did you get yourself caught again? How careless of you." It was a rather blithe dismissal of his question, but when he had no real idea of what he was doing, he couldn't exactly answer anyway. The fog had only just cleared, after all.
Re: never. 8)
Honestly, he was standing (or kneeling, in this case) right here before Enki, and he talked about how careless he was?
"No wonder I walked over here..." The mutter trailed away as Enki straightened more and gave Shōryū a once-over, while interlacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't move from sitting, because at the moment, he wasn't sure he could convince his legs to move. It usually wasn't this bad, but maybe stealing that memory made some parts of him more kirin-instinct than usual..?
"I never thought I'd be quite so happy to see your insufferable face, Shōryū, but you really ought to know better," Enki chided his king, because really, he oughtn't be here too. How had they also got Shōryū, anyway? Because even if En could do well without the two of them for a while, the ministers couldn't do all the work for too long.
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"Anyone would think you'd missed me," he shifted onto one foot, so he could lift the kirin back onto his feet. "And that would be Fuukan, if you please."
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"I've no idea what you're talking about, Fuukan." Was this really necessary? He wasn't even sure this was Hourai, at least as they knew it, so there really was no reason... But he'd do as Shōryū wished (for the moment). But, of course, it wouldn't do to simply leave it at that.
"Why would I be missing some drifter drunk off the street? Maybe I should go ask the King to put you to work in the horse stables." Contrary to his words, though, Enki was holding fast to the cloth of Shōryū's hoh as they gained an upright and on-their-feet position.
It had only been one week, but that week hadn't been spent somewhere in the twelve kingdoms, or in Hourai, of his own free will. It had been spent in this place, where a threat of violence was quite often (too often for him) realized into actuality. It was a wonder he could sleep, even with there being no blood.
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His voice, however, didn't change one jot. Even when he noticed the vice-like grip on his robe.
"You're too kind, Taiho, but he wouldn't want a layabout like me near his horses."
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"No, I suppose he wouldn't. But maybe I can convince him to let you into my service, considering he's always reminding me what a benevolent and just creature I am." Enki's face then smoothed out from its sharp grin into something more serious.
They couldn't talk much out here, but Shōryū needed some idea of the situation, because who knew how long it would be until that introduction was run.
"Our hosts ain't as benevolent as I am, though. You should perhaps at least pretend to not be useless, Fuukan... Or at least not as useless as you usually are. I won't ask the impossible." One eyebrow rose higher on his forehead, but there was still a shade of seriousness left.
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With a grunt, Enki stepped away and looked out over the lobby, turning around so he could see if Gaara was here, yet; while Enki wasn't sure he appreciated the view of him as 'fragile', the Kazekage had done quite a lot for him, and his... Eyes unfocused for a moment, Enki's thoughts ground to a halt. His what? That was only Shōryū behind him.
And while Shōryū was special, in his own, annoying way, he wasn't the king and so wouldn't--- He was forgetting something. Tingle in his fingers where he'd just been grabbing the hoh, and the light behind him seemed stronger and warmer than in the rest of the hall.
"Sh--Fuukan---" Enki wasn't sure what he'd been about to say, because he'd lost his train of thought due to the distraction earlier and turned back to Shōryū. And was nearly blinded by that special presence that was Shōryū/the king's, and no one else's.
Enki almost went down to his knees again, only stopped by grabbing onto Shōryū's hoh (he'd need to change, considering it really was too 'dressed up' for this place. At least if he wanted to blend in). As it was, his knees buckled and almost touched the floor.
"I--- They made me..!" Enki hissed, hands fisting in Shōryū's hoh as he finally made the connection between 'they took the memory of who I chose as king of En' to what was going on.
He had forgotten Shōryū was King. It hadn't mattered when he wasn't here, but now that he was, Enki realized, he'd remember each and every single time he saw Shōryū and then looked away. It apparently also meant a revelation each time, because they'd made him forget it so thoroughly, and what wasn't bound of his kirin nature was simply overwhelmed, or something.
...
Was it too late to keep it from Shōryū?
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"How impolite of them," he murmured, giving the attendants at the other end of the hall an appraising look. "Allow me to spare you the trouble."
At least the heavy fabrics of the hoh were good padding for Enki's sudden perch, though he was thinking much the same as his kirin. Judging by the uniforms worn by the rest of the crowd, he needed to change immediately.
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"Just wait until you find out what memories they've taken from you!" Enki snapped, and then snapped his mouth closed, because Shōryū wasn't stupid, and while he'd obviosuly thought 'they' had simply made Enki kneel, Enki had now, against his resolve, managed to reveal that wasn't it.
Because, unfortunately, Shōryū just wasn't the idiot Enki sometimes would prefer his king to be. Because calling someone an idiot didn't make them so. Also unfortunately, Shōryū wasn't the sort of person who wouldn't play with this after he got over the 'they have manipulated us' thing.
He needed a memory charm immediately and to hope it contained the right memory. Unfortunately, Shōryū might insist on other things first. Things connected to the battling. He'd just have to... well, hope he could convince him there was no need for the battle-related things. Unless... He'd also just have to hope neither him nor Shōryū were chosen as Players.
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The king hummed to himself, a low, thoughtful sound, and shifted his grip to let Enki settle himself more comfortably. He wasn't a table, but with ample padding and equally ample patience, he'd do. That done, he set off for the desks at a reasonably sedate pace. "And that in particular? What would they gain from that, I wonder."
To be honest, he was slightly surprised at the severity of Enki's reaction. Amused, yes, but there was something unsettling about the kirin being essentially knocked to his feet that often. Clearly he'd been holding out on Shōryū all these years regarding the Ouki.
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But then, Enki remembered not all kirin and king pairs were as matched as they were.
"To fight," Enki spat, bile rising up in his throat again. He'd observed two battles; the first one to see how they worked, the second only accidentally.
"But there's no logic to what memories are taken. Like the fact that I have to rediscover the taste of peaches each time I eat them. That ain't so bad, though." Enki scratched his scalp before continuing.
"There will be an introduction later, if they do it like last time, for the new ones... or for people who're just stupid." Enki couldn't help it, really, but having to consider the battles were unsettling him, and he had to make up for that somehow. And that somehow was implicitely insulting his king.
"But, simply... They've taken memories, and somehow allow a select few to draw weapons from the chests of the others. The weapons inflict pain but no 'real' injuries. The pain though... is real enough. Those able to draw weapons are supposed to fight each other," Enki said, face drawn and voice sharp, and a glare at nothing in particular thrown out in front of him.
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"What an elaborate prison. Have you been amusing them, then? Or have you been misbehaving enough that I'm here to secure your cooperation?" The king was, after all, the only being in existence who could order their kirin to fight. It made sense that he would make the best hostage. Apparently their powers were limited to memory loss. Removing the essential nature of a kirin was apparently beyond them, except... He hummed again. "It must be a powerful spell, if you haven't called your shirei."
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"Don't you dare," Enki hissed, hoping that the idiot wouldn't do as they obviously wanted him to. But there were penalties for not participating... But as far as he knew, they were all connected to the Player who refused to participate, not anyone else. But, unfortunately, Shōryū wouldn't see it like that, and of course Shōryū would 'dare' to order him to fight.
"I wasn't chosen this round." He hoped he'd never be, but what would the odds be of that? "And if you're the one they brought in to secure any future cooperation... They don't know much, do they?" Enki said with his nose in the air, but it was all hot air. Because Shōryū was exactly the person they'd want to bring in...
Then Shōryū had to bring that up, and Enki swallowed and grabbed the ponytail Shōryū's hair was in, needlessly tugging on it, and a bit too harshly, perhaps.
"I can't. There's... Nothing. They must have sealed my horn, but I feel nothing."
Frankly, even if it was exceedingly annoying to have the revelation each time he'd look back at Shōryū, at least it was there. Something that hadn't been taken away. There was of course also the weakness to blood, which he'd noticed when he came here, but still...
He wasn't going to mention they had taken his nyokai's name, too. Shōryū knew what it was, but if he'd just forget it again? That'd just hurt.
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He twitched again as his hair was yanked on. He let the tug pull his head back, and watched the parade of emotions across Enki's face with half-closed eyes.
"Nothing?" Well then. He reached up to Enki's forehead, and deliberately placed the palm of his hand against where his horn would be. The touch was solid enough to be uncomfortable, but light enough that the hand could be shoved or slapped away without Enki losing his balance. He would have warned him, but that yank had hurt a little.
*Worst* King ever. Ever! Call the kirin abuse hotline!
He shoved the huge hand off his forehead and then planted his fist onto the top of Shōryū's head.
"What the--! You---! Idiot!" Enki had been shouting, but now took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. His forehead tingled uncomfortably, and a chill was still clinging to his spine. Did the idiot even understand how unpleasant that was?!
"What was that even supposed to prove?" Enki leaned down to hiss, using the hand he'd earlier slapped away to steady his awkward tilt.
cry me a river and build some levees on it, kirin.
Shōryū ducked away from any follow-up blows, though he kept his hand up as a support. If Enki fell off after that, he'd probably set about making his king's life a total misery with a zeal reserved for wronged women and this particular tiny kirin. "A seal isn't permanent," he finished, when it was safe again. The idea that someone would remove Enki's horn had been, for a few seconds, a horrible possibility, and as far as he could see, the instinctive, horrified reaction he'd just been on the receiving end of had instantly disproved it.
There'll not be any rivers, but I may flood your bedroom. You can't build levees there!
"You. Are a horrible example of royalty. No respect at all! Perhaps I should try and return you. Claim you're faulty." That said (and quietly enough no one else would have heard, because if he didn't want to shout out who he was here, Enki would do his best), Enki sat up straight again on his perch.
And yes, a seal wasn't permanent. Enki had been clinging to that thought for the past week, hoping that was what it was. And also clinging to the hope that he wouldn't get chosen to be a Player, because while there was a way for him to participate and not fight, this simply meant someone else would get injured instead.
That was just not acceptable.
challenge accepted.
[AND THEN THE ANNOUNCEMENT HAPPENED AND HIS PLAYER IS LAZY. SEE POST.]
He had listened to the lady's talk with brow slightly furrowed and more concentration than one would expect, until the last section. When the tournament was announced, his face smoothed back into a slow, pleased smile.
*sabotages the staging grounds FOREVER*
"That's not---"
Oh.
No.
No. Way.
There went any hope of just attempting to hide somewhere. Not that Shōryū would use his weapon, he knew (unless there was no choice, and then his master would lose... He didn't want to see that), but he'd hoped that he could drag out the inevitable about this whole battling thing. But now it was only a matter of time before Shōryū not only got the info out of the system, but also made Enki transfer the tokens.
Of course, Shōryū's laziness might, might work in his favour, but he may also be in one of his rare 'secret action' modes and Enki's just be steamrolled.
"Fuukan. Stop smiling. This ain't funny," Enki hissed, feeling the need to say something, even though this would drag Shōryū's attention back to him.
gasp the ministers will have a fit. You awful child.
"Room, please," he smiled at the assistant, one of his charming expressions. It apparently worked, she returned the smile. "And one of the manuals you mentioned."
"Shōryū? Black dormitories, room 1-B."
One manual, map and set of keys later, and they were walking away again without giving Enki a chance to snap at the receptionists.
a bit more paperwork won't kill them. Besides, they'll blame *you*.
This time, Shōryū gaining five Weapons wouldn't take him out of the fight, necessarily. Not with the tournament, and Shōryū would hardly lose on purpose. Having been robbed of the opportunity to say something sharp to the receptionists, Enki just turned his head and gave them another glare before turning back again.
"What do we do now?"
There would, of course, be a vow at some point. The idea that it wouldn happen was absurd. But since Shōryū seemed to have deemed it better to go find his room first, Enki was uncertain what the man had planned after that, considering the vow could just as well have been made in the lobby.
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