rakuen | Fortitude: Round 1

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Fortitude: Round 1

When characters wake up the next morning there will be an announcement on all the screens. "Please report to the lobby at 12 noon for important information about this round." Anyone who is not in the lobby by twelve noon will most likely be found by the prefects and taken there by force.

When the characters turn up in Fortitude Lobby they will see the woman they saw battling yesterday, they may recall her weapon to be a shield, fitting for Fortitude. She is standing on a raised podium, looking relaxed, with Nanami by her side. "I hope you slept well," she says with a friendly smile, "Today marks the beginning of the first battle round. If your name is called you have been chosen to be a Player for this round. Those chosen as Players are given all of their rights and can grant rights to the Weapons they vow to. Unvowed Weapons, known as Discards, do not have rights and have to do whatever the prefect," she motions to Nanami, "tells them to do. This may not seem fair to many of you, but these are the rules of Rakuen and they must be obeyed.

I'm sure you've all read the rule book and are familiar with the vowing process, but for those who are confused, I will briefly go over it. Vowing means to promise to protect then, when vowed the Weapon will have a possession mark appear on their hand. As Fortitude students, your mark will be a shield. Only when vowed are Players allowed to give Weapons rights."

Throughout her speech, her forever peaceful smile never left her face, "I believe you will all be good Players to your Weapons, even if it is not required of you. We will be watching what you do and any disregard for the rules will be taken care of.

"Today, if you are unaware, is Sunday. Rounds will always start on Sunday and as there is no school I would suggest vowing today. The day before round start, Saturday, is your free day. There are no Players or Weapons on Saturday and therefore everyone has equal rights. You are allowed to work for extra Raks on Saturday as well. School starts tomorrow 8am sharp, breakfast is from 7 until 8, Players have access to the full menu, Weapons need permission, and Discards do not have that access"

She pauses to take out the piece of paper with the list of Players on it, "The following students have been chosen for the first round:
1. Kotarou
2. Dave
3. Shion
4. Lelouch
5. Spain
6. Vriska

I, as well as Nanami, are here to answer any questions you may have about the school or battle system, so do not hesitate to ask. Good luck in battling and remember that not battling comes with its own price."

With that last ominous note, Dolorosa finishes her speech.

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( It's not so much Britannia's reaction he's worried about but someone walking by and getting the completely wrong idea. Again. Because being Spain is about being a misunderstanding. )

The glo-- ( He has it on him. Some. . . where. . . Not this pocket or that one or. . . ah, here we go. ) Do you think so? You could just be broken.

( Teasing, teasing, putting the glove on. OKAY LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN. )

[Now what sort of misunderstanding could possibly come from a guy placing his hand on the chest of what (to all outside parties looking in) looks like another guy? I can't even fathom the possibilities.

Also, small laugh at that. OH SPAIN YOU KIDDER YOU.]

I hope not, it's only the first da- [And then she cuts off and staggers because holy Jesus that actually did sort of hurt. Don't mind her suddenly placing her hand against a nearby wall to steady herself now.]

( Life is full of tough choices and some times, you have to make them. Here's one of those times and he has to decide between catching Britannia in case she falls or holding onto the sword so it doesn't drop to the ground.

In the end, he tries to do both because hey, he can do it. He has two hands and-- oh, gosh, no, this isn't going to work out. First, there's a sword coming out of someone's chest and it both is and isn't what he was expecting. In surprise, he drops it, sword clattering to the ground. And wow, she doesn't even need to be caught in the end so he's just standing awkwardly in a half-reaching out position. )

Ay, are you okay?!

[Give her a minute to recover. It wasn't so bad, just... disorienting, nothing she can't handle. At least that's what she thinks until an unearthly jarring sensation shakes her to the very core as the blade bounces off the hard floor with a metallic clang and bounces one more time before stopping.

At least this time with her guard up, it only causes a light wince and a twitch of her brow.

For the longest minute she's quiet, adjusting... then she puts a smile on her face and gives a shaky laugh. Keep it together, adapt and stay ahead...] Yeah, I'm okay. That surprised me!

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But you don't look well. . . ( He's convinced drawing the sword hurt her and it's something he hadn't intended to do. His smile is gone and now, replaced with a frown and honest concern. ) Look at me, are you hurt?

I didn't mean to. . .

[At the order for eye contact, Britannia turns her gaze on him and brightens her smile though like always, her eyes don't quite match up. Someday she'll get the hang of that trick, but for now they're steely cold and just a little bit troubled.

The fact that he didn't mean to hurt her or that he's actually sorry about it? Yeah, pretty obvious she doesn't believe him. Strangely though, she also doesn't seem to hold that against him.]

I'll be fine, I'm pretty tough.

( Spain is a master at that so called trick but that doesn't mean he can spot it easily. In fact, he doesn't really notice at all. As for her disbelief? Well! Spain is used to others not taking him seriously. It's something he can accept and run with, hoping they'll realize the truth later.

So Spain frowns a moment longer before kneeling down to pick up the sword. Back on his feet, he gives it a few swings. )

It's a good sword. ( Another swing and then he turns it over in his hands. Not too heavy. Not too light. ) Sí, I think this can work.

[Britannia watches Spain get a feel for her weapon, watching him with that perfectly content smile on her lips. Only when he's finished his few moves, she decides she has to know. A hunch from the exhibition match yesterday, that jarring sensation just now...

She has to know. Because if that happens during battle and she's unprepared for it...]

That's good. Can I ask you a quick favor?

Hm? ( He looks up from the blade at Britannia, ) What do you want?

This wall? [She pats the wall she had been leaning against only a few minutes ago. It's sturdy, brick perhaps. Strong and unmovable. Giving it a brief glance, she transfers her gaze back to Spain and says in perfectly even tones:] Can you swing my sword against this as hard as you can? I'm curious about something.

. . . ( It's a strange request and he doesn't even recall the exhibition match from earlier. He's never really been one to think of yesterday-- always today or tomorrow. ) Sure.

( First, he looks around to make sure no one else is looking. Seeing no one, he takes a step back. Gripping the sword, he swings at the wall. It isn't as hard as he can-- he doesn't want to damage the sword or wall too much-- but it's still a good swing. )

[There it is again, that sharp- jarring pain deep inside her chest. Like something has taken a hold of her heart and is squeezing it tightly, rather than Spain just swinging a fake weapon against a wall. Bringing a hand up and placing it over the pained spot, the empire takes a deep breath... then smiles.

At least she was prepared for it this time. At least now she knows.] Hmm... whoever designed this game is pretty mean. Anyway, thank you. I understand now.

( He isn't sure what that was supposed to accomplish but once done, the sword is back by his side and he turns to Britannia. Something isn't right. Even Spain can see that. )

Huh? What do you mean? Ay, if we're going to be allies, you have to tell me.

[It makes her worried how much a little jarring hurt her. If just a little jarring makes it hard to breathe, how much pain would she take if her blade was chipped, cracked or even broken?]

Just be careful with the sword, okay?

( Obviously this just means Britannia isn't allowed to break. Or any of his weapons. E v e r . )

Of course. But. . . it's been awhile since I've used one. I'll have to practice later if that's all right.

[FEEELINGS, WOE WOE WOOOOOE...]

Sure, do you want me to help?

Can you?

Of course, I'm teaching fencing.

Ah, that makes sense! ( Sword form. Fencing teacher. Yup. ) Sí, I would like that.

[In before he completely kicks her ass in a duel.]

Okay, then why don't you come by the place where I'll be teaching later? They should have practice swords for us to use.

( Spain used to be pretty famous for swordsmanship, yeah. But at least he's rusty!? )

It sounds like a plan! And ah, before I forget: About your rights. . .

[He's still got a couple centuries on this babby.]

Oh yeah. Maybe you can write me a note or something?

I don't see why. . . ( Because who ever said he was going to give you your rights, huh? WAY TO ASSUME, BRITANNIA. Okay, no. ) You can do as you please.

[Because you promiiiiisssed! ... in the future, but stillll! D:] Hmm, do you think they'll accept that?

If they don't, we'll have to fight them, no? ( not sure if he's being serious or not here. ) But if you want, I don't have anything to write with right now. I'll bring a note later?

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