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

[koyo]

Who said I was bothered? ( No, really, who? Spain is neither excited or upset to see England here. It's more like, "Oh. It's him." and "I have to punch him because he's there." ) And here I thought you would be glad to see a familiar face! I suppose I was wrong though.

[keepscalm]

Hardly. [...alright, maybe a lie. He's kind of glad. Just a little. He's just not happy for the choice in familiar face. Ugh.]

Since you regrettably seem to have more bearing on the situation at hand than I do, what exactly is this Rakuen place?

1/2

[koyo]

Hell.

[koyo]

( And then Spain laughs and goes back to his usual cheery self. What was that earlier? Nothing happened, move along. )

I'm still trying to figure out what this place is. Don't worry, I'll find out soon.

[keepscalm]

[Um. What?

England's eyebrows knitted together in perplexity. Well, that was foreboding.] Wonderful. No one around here has answers. [Goddamnit he just wants to go home. Whatever this is, it can't be good.]

What exactly goes on here, then? [Considering he's basically been as good as kidnapped, he's pretty sure these aren't conventional schools he's dealing with.]

[koyo]

I said I would find answers! ( He punches England in the shoulder. If it was supposed to be a playful punch why did he punch so hard. . . ) Well. . .

You go to school, learn a few things, beat each other up for money, fight to the death. . . You know, kind of like the old days.

[keepscalm]

[Um okay dick that kind of hurt??? In response, he "playfully" elbows Spain in a show to give himself more personal space. That's really just a bonus to the elbowing itself, though.]

Fight to the death. [His voice is so flat.] Should I assume that there are methods of resurrection for the poor sods that lose?

[koyo]

( Bastard. He steps aside when he's elbowed, holding his side and shooting England a look. The playful smile drops soon-what at England's question though. All of that blood that was in his room earlier-- no, he won't think about that now. )

Like a miracle? ( He manages a laugh, ) Perhaps but it might be safer to just stay alive, no?