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On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!
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.
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.
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so sorry for her
"Look, Jones, I don't care if actually are America, I mean it would kinda make sense if you were. It's the land of super sizes and you're not so tiny yourself. But being a fucking continent, I mean that in who you are not the fact you're fat, won't have any pull around here. I'm the prefect and you'll do what I say."
Don't worry. :3
And those insults? "Haha! Of course I'm not fat kiddo!" Finally, someone who understands that he isn't overweight! If anything his smile gets even brighter and warmer thanks to her comments!
sometimes I worry orz
"Are you kidding? Have you looked at yourself lately? You're like a balloon. No, no, let me guess, you have one of those fun house mirrors that make you look really skinny. And I guess for you really skinny would be about normal sized."
She really doesn't like him.
Well ya shouldn't
"Don't be silly! Of course I don't have any of those mirrors!" But at her next attempt at trying to lower his self-esteem all she gets is him blinking and patting his body. "Do I? But I could have sworn those diets were working!" And now he began pouting a bit. "I guess those guys were lying then when they told me about it. Oh well."
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