utopiamods: (The right way to fight Exaclan)
Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] 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~"
tenwholeryou: (that makes no sense at all)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's what I said," he nodded, "I want to use the gym this afternoon, and they won't let me in if I don't have one."
queenscheckmate: we are young (clear mind and thoughts; listening)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see. Is there anything specific it has to say?"
tenwholeryou: (soooo about that thing you said)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugged impatiently. That she'd never had the experience of being anything other than a Discard didn't even occur to him. "Ichi's just said I could do what I wanted. Huashi's too. Write that."
queenscheckmate: we are young (in all seriousness; well then)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't do that. I'm responsible for you, so I can't just let you do whatever you want nor am I going to assume responsibility for someone I don't know. I can write one for you and Huashi to use the gym, not to do whatever you want."
tenwholeryou: (you sure? it looks poisonous)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Drat, a responsible adult. He scowled for a moment. "What about dessert?"
queenscheckmate: we are young (softly with words that flow; sincere)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"What about it?"
tenwholeryou: (... the shit is this)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
... They should have chosen a different Player, he thinks, belatedly.

"Can we have it?"
queenscheckmate: we are young (tell you how it is; calmly)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why ask me for something like that?"
tenwholeryou: (you are making no sense at all)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have to give us permission."
queenscheckmate: we are young (i got this; believe me in)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Seriously? "I'll give you permission for that--"

Wait a second? Those who were weapons had no... right? Or at least at the luxuries.

"I'll do that for you. Is there anything else?"
tenwholeryou: (BUT I'M OLD ENOUGH NOW)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2011-02-21 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dunno. We can't get into a lot of places if you don't let us."
queenscheckmate: we are young (determination; let's talk)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-21 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you find a place outside of the ones you mentioned, you tell me okay?"