On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform with your new and still 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 - skirts, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the thin layer of snow and ice coating the station platform. Both have a beret with a crest - one shows a sword, the other a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the shorter girl speaks up, her soft voice somehow cutting over you.

"Excuse me,"

She explains, in precise, quiet sentences, that they're prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored.

"We will be sorting you now. When we say your name, please move quickly and quietly to whoever called you."

"Yeah," Santana interrupts, "Then we can go back to the dorms. It's not getting any warmer however many times they make us do this."

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

[heroiccia]

"'Cause it's nice to not always be called by your nation name?" He doesn't know why actually. He always just figured it made him a bit closer to his human counterparts, if nothing else.

[effortless]

I wouldn't know. After all, it was you who enrolled. We all must have had our reasons... Oh, or perhaps you were stamped out, and fell here. Either works.

[keepscalm]

[Instant look of confusion.]

...I don't recall enrolling. [He doesn't even want to know what she means by "stamped out".]

So you're enrolled here as well, then? Do you remember choosing to come here? [Don't mind him, waking up in mysterious places usually involves alcohol or being a prisoner of war, and he's not in enough pain for either of those right now. He wants to know what alternatives there could possibly be.]

[effortless]

Your memories aren't all there at the moment, I'm afraid-- Ah, me? Of course not. [ silly England. ] I arrived here after my dear brother finally managed to murder me. How would I have consented?

[keepscalm]

[Squint.] What do you mean my memories aren't--

[Oh god what? The opposite of a squint, which is eyes going wide as plates.] So-- you're... [Oh squint again.] ...undead? [That would be it, right? Though she doesn't really resemble the undead...though that's less concerning than her brother killing her, but that really doesn't seem like something it's his place to ask about.]

[effortless]

According to the Exaclan rules, I am 'undead'... More importantly, you have lost several of your memories. I suppose ten or so would be the specific amount, but it can vary. I suppose your mind is currently adjusting to that.

[keepscalm]

[Exaclan? What the hell is--]

What? [Yeah no losing memories is sort of very important. He doesn't take this revelation well. Immediately he starts searching his mind, but there's so much history to go through, and-- and he wouldn't realize if something was missing, because he'd have forgotten it altogether...]

You can't be serious.

[effortless]

As a method of control, it is rather convenient. Ah, that is, convenient for the system, not for you.

[shootingforpeace]

...[Okay wow neither of you are dressed normally. That's.

New. OKAY WE CAN DO THIS. BE THE FRIENDLEADER--No wait, be the friendleader's assistant. Yes. We can do this]

Sora! Ah--Yuki. [She beams at Sora and spares a little uncertain smile for Yuki, not sure if the girl really wants to talk to her] I'm glad...yet somewhat sorry to see you. Welcome to Rakuen. I'm sorry to say, none of us will have powers here.

[keepscalm]

There are ways to retrieve them, I sincerely hope?

Re: CONQUEST

[frozenmemories]

When she hears her name, she walks forward with a grin, happly stomping her bare feet into snow as she walks, "I'm Cirno and this isn't THAT bad!"

[countryofassholes]

[Britannia's killing time around the platform, checking out the newcomers and wondering if anyone she recognizes has arrived. As she's walking through the crowds in her school uniform, her eyes go right past England because she doesn't recognize him thanks to laser-guided-amnesia.

She does pause when she hears the word "England" though, causing her to stop right beside the other nation and look around.]

England?

[allurprincess]

Really? I guess we can... [ wait.




oh wow what are their NAMES what are their AWESOME HERO NAMES. She can't remember at all. ]

Koharu, we're confused...

[effortless]

There are. [ and they're a massive money sink but hey. Your memories. ]

[keepscalm]

[His name again. Christ, who is it this t--

He turns and his jaw almost completely disconnects from his face. America? But...no, that's not quite right, though the resemblance is striking enough that he feels anger well up anyways. He quickly fixes his expression to a more normal grumpy one, folding his arms over his chest.]

Speaking. Do you require something of me?

[countryofassholes]

[When the speaker is surprisingly to her immediate left, Britannia looks down and- ... hello... unfamiliar face...]

You mean you're from England, right?

[isur2ndprincess]

[blankest of stares. everyone is crazy. everyone but her went crazy. Koharu thinks that they're super heroes and Sora thinks that they're idols and isn't the least bit fazed by the powers comment. everyone is crazy]

...We don't have powers?

[keepscalm]

[He huffs a little, because that's what he does. Especially to strangers that look like stupid traitorous upstart tossers.]

Well, that comes with the package, yes. Being the country generally requires that one be from the land that they represent.

[keepscalm]

[Thank goodness. He calms a little, but he still looks notably uncomfortable.]

So everyone here has had memories taken from them?

[countryofassholes]

But you can't be England because- [Because he looks like... a big... fuzzy... slightly painful and missing memory. ... oh. Goddamn this school.

Britannia gives a small laugh and shakes her head.] Oops.

[shootingforpeace]

...What? [Blankest of stares back] Of course you do Yuki. We're magical girls, you and I! You have the power--wait--you...um...

[Shoot what is Yuki's power]

[keepscalm]

[He narrows his eyes. This person may be the spitting image of America, but he definitely doesn't know them. It's not...there's just something off.]

Have I previously made your acquaintance? You're certainly not that loud-mouthed arsehole I'm forced to deal with on a regular basis.

[countryofassholes]

[It might be the eyes, helpfully pointed out by me finally using an icon with color.]

You don't remember me either? [Her voice says she's bummed out but her behavior- her slinging her arm over his shoulders- says otherwise.] I'm Britannia!

[keepscalm]

[Oh yes maybe that's it. And also the lack of those stupid glasses, presumably.

And whoa okay strangers are not allowed to touch him. He ducks out from under her arm, bristling with likeness to a cat.] Beg pardon? To my recollection, that was once what I went by. [He says "to my recollection", but he knows it's a fact, and his tone says he does not much appreciate someone else claiming the name. Even if it's a really old name.]

I've never met another "Britannia" in my life.

[countryofassholes]

[No glasses, no ahoge and about being about 5 centimeters taller if we're tallying differences.

When England ducks out from her "friendly" drape, she nearly stumbles and catches herself just in time, blinking. Now there's a first, not even Suzaku did that. Straightening and glancing at him with a mildly perplexed look, she gives him a searching glance before sighing. She has to explain this again?]

Hmm... I guess the best way to put this is that I'm a new Britannia and from a different world.