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rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-01-07 08:00 pm
Entry tags:
- aisha clanclan,
- aqua,
- britannia,
- britanny piece,
- dahlia hawthorne,
- dave strider [au],
- dr. samuel henderson,
- feferi peixes,
- golbez,
- kevin smith,
- lithuania,
- marisa kirisame,
- nanami yasuri [au],
- rebecca harcourt,
- red,
- road kamelot,
- roxie richter,
- ruka urushibara,
- saix,
- santana lopez [au],
- shion,
- sollux captor,
- spain,
- teddy altman,
- utena tenjou,
- vriska serket,
- yuri lowell
Meet and Greet [intro #1]
As you all crowd onto the platform with your bizarre mix of faces, expressions, clothing and wild theories, you are met by two girls. Both are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirt, waistcoat, and a light summer shirt that seems totally inappropriate for the thin layer of snow coating the station platform. Both have a beret with a crest - one's shows a sword, the other's a shield.
At the first lull in the chatter, the taller girl, her uniform red and white, speaks out over the crowd.
"Hey, losers!"
She explains, in short, irritated sentences, that they're prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Santana, Conquest, she says, gesturing to herself with a smile that would be smug if she didn't look so annoyed to be out here. Nanami here is Fortitude, she adds, pointing to the pale girl half-leaning on her other arm. The girl nods.
"We're here to get you sorted and back to campus. If you wanna ask stupid questions, do it on the way. It's freezing out here."
The girl introduced as Nanami interrupts. "When we say your name, please move quickly and quietly to us."
"Yeah, then we can go back to the dorms."
They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both pull a list from their waistcoat pocket. Alternating, they start to read out your names.
At the first lull in the chatter, the taller girl, her uniform red and white, speaks out over the crowd.
"Hey, losers!"
She explains, in short, irritated sentences, that they're prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Santana, Conquest, she says, gesturing to herself with a smile that would be smug if she didn't look so annoyed to be out here. Nanami here is Fortitude, she adds, pointing to the pale girl half-leaning on her other arm. The girl nods.
"We're here to get you sorted and back to campus. If you wanna ask stupid questions, do it on the way. It's freezing out here."
The girl introduced as Nanami interrupts. "When we say your name, please move quickly and quietly to us."
"Yeah, then we can go back to the dorms."
They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both pull a list from their waistcoat pocket. Alternating, they start to read out your names.
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[Though not much of this does. Lithuania isn't entirely unconvinced he's dreaming.]
How do we earn enough to buy them back? Going to school?
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How many to get a memory back?
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[He frowns, looking very serious for an eight-year-old.]
How many raks for winning a fight?
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Vowing?
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If you don't take care of your weapon, you'll get killed by someone who did.
[Someone told him that--one of his Dukes... But his name...
Must be something else he forgot.]
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[He frowns at that, thinking it over and waiting for more information.]
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I think it would be better to treat them respectfully, if you have to use them as weapons. I wouldn't turn my back on someone who hated me in a fight.
[...Eight? 8D?]
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Treat your weapons how ever you want. There are two ways to win, be nice or play hard. Personally, I find being nice to be way too boring.
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[That could encompass a lot of options...]
What do you do if you get something useless?
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