Meet and Greet [Intro #2]

[utopiamods]

You are brought to your campus and shown to your dorm rooms before you are given permission to wander the campus and the town. Meaning Fortitude students can mingle with Conquest students, they can go visit the shop (shop post will be up later today), or speak to the headmistresses and mayor. Each student now has the Exaclan manuals, a uniform, a school bag with either a shield or a sword on it, and the glove used to pull weapons.

But make sure to come to the battle area later to see the exhibition match! 

Take advantage of the free day, the freedom won't last long. Sooner rather than the later the round will start, Players will be named, Weapons will lose their privileges, and the battles will begin. So you might as well go out and make friend or start rivalries, anything to help you along later in the round.

Comments

[independencesong]

I like the 'magic' answer, personally.

[But she has her lips pursed together, worrying over things. She may not be one to show it too frequently, but Ukraine may just be the type to pick up on it.]

Are you at Conquest? I haven't seen you there.

[pysankya]

No, sadly em at Fortitude, other school.

[He'll shrug and watch her face again, putting his hand back on her shoulder as a small measure of comfort.]

Magic? Is silly answer. Nothing happens by magic.

[independencesong]

[Raising her hand, she sets it over top of his in a decidedly tactile gesture, as she gives him a weary, uncertain grin.]

There aren't many better ones. The things they tell us, certainly, but... Well, I'll have to make a point of learning my way over to the other one.

[pysankya]

[Once her hand touched his he nearly jumped. It surprised him that she'd come into any kind of contact at all and immediately his face flushed and he tried his best not to stammer too badly.]

N-no... Guess there is not, we will heff to look for answers on our own. But I would like to see you around... even if we are at different schools. Are you teaching?

[independencesong]

[She shakes her head, confused by his reaction. She's not the most touchy person, by any means, but surely a simple touch isn't completely out of character for her. Uncertainly, she raises her hand, only to set it on his again, holding it to her shoulder.]

I'm a student, supposedly. Are you sure everything is okay?

[pysankya]

Ah yes... everything is okie. But are you? Is... unusual that you would touch me...at all...

[It's an awkward moment in which he'll shift his weight before latching onto the original statement she'd made about being a student.]

A student? But... you do not need to be taught like most children do now...

[independencesong]

Evidentally not, but I've got no say in the matter.

[After a moment, she raises her hand again, this time dropping it back down to her side, and murmuring a brief apology.]

[pysankya]

No, is okie. Em glad that you are comfortable enough to do that... is just... different? Em sorry, things are very stressful at home and em feeling like I em being pulled six ways at once.

[He'll give her shoulder a gentle squeeze and smile softly again. He'd missed her and talking with her, even however brief the conversation might be.]

[independencesong]

Different? [Just the slightest hint of concern there, although she's obviously doing her best to avoid any overt emotional reactions. The touching was apparently bad enough.]

What year was it?

[pysankya]

Yes... is 1920. Why do you ask?

[He'll blink several times at her.]

[independencesong]

There seems to be an unfortunate variation between points of origin among those I've met thus far here.

[She fidgets.] I'm from 1998?

[pysankya]

....1998? But that's... how? I mean 78 years is not very long for nations but how is it that we are from so far apart?

[His hand will tighten a little on her shoulder as his anxiety rises. He's not too sure what to make of it, but it distresses him that she's not the same Estonia as he knew but one from the future. There was too much and too many new things coming at him at once and the stress of everything was starting to get to him as his eyes teared up.]

[independencesong]

... No. No. Don't cry, it's alright! [Raising her hand again, she wraps her hand around his wrist in a gesture that she can only hope is comforting. It may not be. At all.]

I don't know what's going on yet, but I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation and we needn't worry.

[pysankya]

[Her hand on his wrist only confirms his suspicions and he moves away slightly. He's not used to her being at all compassionate or wanting to be touched. It's too strange and Ukraine can't help but start sobbing and wiping at his eyes.]

Em sorry but this is... it does not make sense...

[Ukraine will sit down on the curb of the sidewalk and put his face in his hands.]

[independencesong]

Ukraine!

[That is not not crying and now Estonia is in the all too familiar state of not knowing what in the world she should do. When he sits, she flails, looking around as if to gauge who in the vacinity might be more appropriate for dealing with this, then awkwardly goes to kneel in front of him, patting his leg once before withdrawing her hand and simply staring at him, waiting for him to calm down.]

[pysankya]

[It is crying and after a few moments it'll taper off and he'll just sit there for a few moments before wiping his eyes on his sleeve. He feels embarrassed at suddenly breaking into tears but feels slightly better for it. He'll sigh and fiddle with the end of his scarf once he's stopped crying and watch her for a moment.]

Sorry... Things heff been bad and is not getting better back home.

[independencesong]

I... I know. [Busy though she may have been at the time, she always made a point of looking for news from Ukraine's.] But you're strong and you're not alone and you just need to keep your wit about you and everything will be fine.

[pysankya]

Yes, I suppose so. I do not think I can keep fighting off Poland too much longer back home. As for here... I don't even know why we're here. I guess is nice change to not heff to worry about such things but...Ah is hard.

[He'll sigh and give her a faint smile.]

I hope you are right about everything being fine.

[independencesong]

When have you known me to be wrong?

[pysankya]

[Ukraine will blink then look away, he really doesn't want to bring her down but she's being a bit catty.]

Well... there was that one time...

[independencesong]

Ukraina.

[She's frowning. An awful lot.]

Just trust me.

[pysankya]

[He'll nod and lean his elbows on his knees.]

I guess I heff to, you know what happens in the next 78 years, yes?

[independencesong]

I lived through them. I'd like to think I know what happened.

[pysankya]

There is not reason to be snippy, Reeta. I em just saying I will heff to trust you to know what I should do.

[independencesong]

Yes. Of course. Sorry.

[After an awkward pause, she stands again, still looking at him. Another pause, and then she offers him her hand to help stand.]