rakuen | Round One start: Conquest School

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Round One start: Conquest School

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 Conquest Lobby they will see the woman they saw battling yesterday, and perhaps talked to before that, on the small raised podium. she is eating a piece of bread. Santana is next to her.

"I hope you slept well," she says when she finishes her bite. "Today the first battle round of your time in Rakuen begins, please listen carefully because I am not going to repeat myself.

I have here the list of students chosen to be Players for this round. Listen carefully, these are the people who have rights this week. The rest of you have no rights, the rest of you can be granted rights by these people if you agree to be their weapon.

Now I am going to assume that none of you bothered to read the manual so apologies if you actually did. There are rules to be followed and they are on page nine, failure to follow them will result in consequences and I'm sure no one likes consequences." She pauses to eat some more.

"The most important rule is that if you are a Player battling is not optional. You will not like the consequences of ignoring that rule at all," yes you should be very afraid of the smile that crosses her face.

"To own a Weapon you must vow to them. Vowing to own and protect them, when the Weapon has given their consent a mark appears on their hand." Here she held her own hand up to show the sword that marked her own hand.

"Players may give their Weapons permission to access the school facilities, and to eat from the full cafeteria menu among other things. If you haven't got a Player then you are a Discard, make sure you know all the rules and do exactly what Santana tells you to."

She paused to eat more bread, really these lot looked like they wouldn't even understand what she was saying. She paused to see if Santana wanted to add anything there. Santana for her part just scoffed and sarcastically wished everyone good luck.

"Today is Sunday, every round starts on a Sunday, Saturday is your free day, no one is a Weapon or a Player on Saturday so I suggest taking advantage of it. Anyone who wants to take on a Saturday job for extra Raks is allowed to. There is no school on Sunday but I suggest you take the time to vow to Weapons if you are a Player, or find a Player if you are a Weapon. School starts tomorrow 8am sharp, breakfast is from 7 until 8."

She grins again, "So since I am sure you are all desperately excited to find out who is a Player, they are as follows.

1. Lithuania
2. Homura
3. Golbez
4. Aqua
5. Feferi
6. Aisha

If you have any questions please come and ask them. If not, follow the rules, don't get into trouble and Battle well!"

She grins again.

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Homura would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised to hear her name being called out. But she doesn't let that show on her face. She's read the rulebook and understands the game well enough. The only thing left to do is to fight.

She doesn't approach anyone, but stands on her own quietly, looking around.

Aisha is glowing with happiness, a funny thing to see. But she gets to fight, and she gets to eat well? Besides being stuck fighting for some invisible group she had no idea about, she was failing to see what the problem was here.

Especially since she didn't have to get bossed around by that Santana girl. That's a bonus if she's ever heard of one.

Gino wasn't particular bothered to see his name missing from the list - he didn't recognise any of the names, apart from one, so that meant life was fine. If Suzaku's name had been up there, there would've been an encounter.

But for now, he concentrated on finding the person whose name he did know. Being taller than most of the crowd meant this was almost absurdly easy when she looked that happy, and he made a beeline for her.

"Yo, Aisha!"

Suzaku listened to the woman carefully. He was not planning on staying here any longer than needed, but Lelouch was here and he wouldn't leave without him. He doubted Lelouch would leave without Nunnally, so he couldn't just attempt to escape on his own.

He had flicked through the manual the night before, and was not impressed by what he saw. The lack of rights didn't bother him that much, after all having to fight for someone in order to earn basic human rights was a system he was used to.

He looked around, looking for anyone familiar.

"Hey! I guess they weren't kidding about the battling, right?"

Well, not really for her. None of these people were trying to kill her, so a fight was just a fight. Aisha wasn't the type to take them personally unless she'd been upset (which wasn't really that hard to do), so she was pretty excited about it. It was a Ctarl-Ctarl thing, she guessed.

Everyone else seemed like they thought it was serious business.

[He's not a Player. Admittedly there was little chance of it, but Red can't help feeling both disappointed and spurned. Even if he won't admit it to himself, being thrust into a competition makes him want to, well, compete. That and now he'll need to find a Player... someone to take pity on him. He isn't looking forward to that.]

[As reluctant as he is to approach anyone, Red opts to stand against the wall and look around the group. Someone could always come ask him. Someone usually does.]

"Nope!" He didn't sound particularly serious, either. Presumably at some point in the time between the exhibition battle and breakfast he'd decided to treat the whole thing like a holiday. A holiday full of fighting people for fun. It was great. Life was great.

"Speaking of, you wanna fight with me?" He at least remembered enough of the dream to know that his weapon was something useful, and he'd gotten a ring from the cute little shop the day before. He was feelin' pretty confident, all things considered. "You seem like the right bet."

[ he doesn't have long to wait. It only takes a minute or so for Gino to hunt down a Player of his own, and then he's firmly on the job of finding Aisha more Weapons. ]

[ for example, this guy. Amble amble amble mock-salute. ]

Yo. You got a Player yet?

[Red hears someone approaching, and is a little disappointed to see that it's not one of the announced Players. He turns to Gino anyway and shakes his head once. Then, as more of an afterthought than anything, he gestures to Gino, hoping that conveys the 'you?' he'd like it to. Hunting for pencil and paper can be such a pain, he's learned already.]

Me? Yeah, no problem at all. That chick over there. [ he gestures to Aisha, who's standing a little way off talking to someone. ]

She's lookin' pretty good, so, hey. You wanna join up with the winning team?

She watched the battle too, all those tricks they pulled. It was sort of a joke, she didn't think any of them were real fighters except for maybe that Dolorosa lady. It was rather pathetic, and she knew she'd have lots of fun showing these people a real fight.

"Of course I'm the right bet! You've got yourself a Player then, nyah. I'll protect you and . . . well, own you too even though that's kind of a stupid way to put it, and you can have any privileges I do." She might have a superiority complex, but she wasn't the type to keep anyone from, you know, eating.

So she holds out her hand for another handshake, but it's different than the one they exchanged before. More of a promise than a greeting. "And we'll win~"

[Well. That's surprising; Red isn't sure how Gino got a Player so fast, but apparently he could learn something from that for next time. He weighs the options; to be honest, Gino doesn't seem the most focused person, and Red doesn't know the girl, but an offer is an offer...]

[He's been standing there thinking for a few moments before looking back at Gino and nodding. He doesn't know that he'll find someone else, so this will do for learning the ropes.]

"'Course we will." He took the proferred hand, and shook it in the manner of someone settling an international treaty. If they were grinning like a cat whilst doing so, anyway. The moment they shook on it, the sword mark of Conquest faded onto his hand.

Awesome. "That's that, then."

That's the right choice. [ he grins, an entirely friendly expression, then turns to call their Player over. ] Aisha! Come and make the vow!

[She trots over, looking a tad bit confused.]

"What? But we just made . . . oh, he wants to play too? Aisha feels rather popular today! Alright then, let's shake on it. [And she grabs his hand without warning. Hope you don't mind it, Red.]

Let's shake on it then. I'll protect you and own you, and you can do anything I can do, here. And we'll fight and win and all that stuff, alright?

[Admittedly, Marik was slightly disappointed on his name not being called. But, he didn't dwell on it for long, upon hearing the other alternative.]

A job, eh...

"Wow, that's pretty cool! Wonder how they do that . . ."

She gives a curious expression, and then snaps. Here's something to try, right? Man, she's a genius and no one can tell her different. "Hey, you wanna see if I can try out your ~mysterious~ weapon? We should at least be able to see what it is, right?"

"Ha, sure!" He was as curious as her, if he was honest. "Go right ahead."

...So how likely was it that Lithuania would be able to use a musket?

The boy's eyes flitted around, trying to see from the reactions of the people in the room who had been choosen a player. He hated to have to contract like that, it was similar to what he had back home and he hated that too, but that Santana girl looked scary. So he at least wanted to see the alternatives.

She nods, putting the glove on. Aisha wasn't sure if she needed fancy words or anything, so she just shook her hand off before reaching upward for Gino's chest. Really, he was so freaking tall!

"Well, here we go. Weapon, you can come out now." She wasn't sure if that's what she was supposed to say, but here went nothing. Hopefully it would work?

It seems to work, whatever she's done. Gino blinks down at her bemusedly for almost a second before the lightshow starts, his chest flaring with white light as it disgorges the first foot or three of polearm. He'd look like he's being impaled, if there was a matching section coming out of his back. As it is, he just looks bizarre.

"Looks like it heard you. Mind pulling it out, though? Feels kinda weird just standing here like this."

For a second she just stares. Now that was new, even for her.

"Well, either your weapon is a giant stick, or there's something on the end of it." Brilliant observation. Really. "You know, this looks really creepy, let's do something about that."

And she smiles and yanks at the pole, hoping she doesn't end up killing him or something.

Nope, no killing. The weapon comes out easily at her touch, and Gino steps back to free the large axe blade completely. The moment it's drawn, the light fades and they're separate things again.

He still taps his chest experimentally, though.

"That sure is something..."

Suzaku had seen the commotion, it was impossible not to, and he looked at Gino when he walked past. "You always liked to show off," he didn't stop though, just kept walking.

Feferi's first reaction? Utter shock. Her second: a feeling of disgust that something like this was reality. It was one thing, fighting random imps in a game. This was something different.

She had also taken a moment to scan the manual, and she didn't like it at all. The system needed a change, that's for sure. It was a hemospectrum all over again.

It was then that she caught the glimpse out of the corner of her eye, and walked over. "Are you okay? It's a shock to me, too."

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