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rakuen2012-02-04 09:17 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-02-04 09:17 pm
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 and a boy. All three are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts and trousers, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the thin layer of melting slush coating the station platform. Each has a beret with a crest - one girl's shows a sword, the other two have 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 the three of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, with her fellow prefect Lelouch, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the boy and the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored, whilst the boy doesn't appear to be paying much attention.
"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. This'd better be the last lot we get in winter, seriously."
They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both girls 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 the three of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, with her fellow prefect Lelouch, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the boy and the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored, whilst the boy doesn't appear to be paying much attention.
"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. This'd better be the last lot we get in winter, seriously."
They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both girls pull a list from their waistcoat pocket. Alternating, they start to read out your names.
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I'M RIGHT HERE, YOU ABJECT WASTE OF MATTER AND MASS. I AM FULLY CAPABLE OF HEARING EACH AND EVERY LITTLE PLATITUDE OOZING FORTH FROM YOUR GAPING MAW, AND IT DISGUSTS ME.
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Oh, and that outburst? He otherwise didn't even notice. Your rage means nothing.]
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She's worse than those highbloods. She nods to Lelouch before turning a cold smile on Karkat ]
Please mind your language.
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At this point, Karkat's screams have devolved into some sort of pathetic verbal keysmash. After a few moments, it fades down into nothingness, and he shuts his mouth. When Nanami speaks up, he turns to look her defiantly in the eye- ]
Fine.
[ And then he turns to stare straight ahead in silence.
This is life, after all. At least nothing's tried to cull him yet today. ]