Meet and Greet [intro #1]

[utopiamods]

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.

Comments

[herplaceinthesun]

Please, fighting was what Aisha was born to do. [And that, despite being buried under all her childishness? Was the absolute truth.] The being stuck here part's what bothers me.

Anything in particular I need to know?

[straightupzorra]

Have you heard anything yet about Players and Weapons and Raks?

[herplaceinthesun]

Nope, but I'm guess you're going to tell me about that right now~

[straightupzorra]

Not if you give me that kind of attitude, I'm the one with the knowledge here and I can hold back whatever I want.

[herplaceinthesun]

I was just assuming, nyah. But really, I want know about all this stuff, it sounds pretty damn interesting.

[You Terrans are so huffy about everything.]

So can you tell me about the weapons and raks and all that?

[straightupzorra]

[After a long, hard, look she gives in]

Fine. Players are those chosen to fight, Weapons are those who provide the weapons from their body. Battles happen, yadda, yadda. You get Raks for fighting or going to class and you can use them to but upgrades or memories or whatever Recette is selling in her shop.

[herplaceinthesun]

Alright! Cool, thanks Santana~

[She is grinning like the Cheshire she sort of resembles. No questioning about the weapons from the body bit, she'll cross that bridge when she gets there.]

[straightupzorra]

Do you ever stop smiling?

[herplaceinthesun]

You don't really want me to stop smiling~

[straightupzorra]

[most bored tone ever] Will you snap and kill everyone if you do?

[herplaceinthesun]

No, that's just dumb. I might cause enough property damage that you'll wish I did though!

[Thing she remembers: how she got fired from all her jobs.]

[straightupzorra]

Break whatever you want, as long as it's not in my school.

[herplaceinthesun]

Your school, huh? You've got it, miss prefect~

[straightupzorra]

Yup, it's my school. Have a problem with that?

[herplaceinthesun]

It's your school. Would it matter if I had a problem with it?