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 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.

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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Flipping her the double bird. ]

What's that ugly thing on your head? Oh, what, that's your face? Well, I'll be damned.

[straightupzorra]

[and she'll flip it right back, ignoring the fact she welcomes his feisty-ness]

Sorry, you're going to mock my face? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Not only do you have the worst skin I have ever seen, for a troll your horns are pathetic. Really, everyone else has huge horns and yours are miniscule. Let me guess, your balls haven't dropped yet either.

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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

MY HORNS. ARE GOING TO FUCKING GROW. I am six sweeps old and MY HORNS ARE STILL GOING TO FUCKING GROW, OKAY, you brown, bitchy shit train, and when they do, I am going to fucking skewer you with them!

What the fuck are balls?

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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

Wait. Everyone else?

I demand you tell me about them now. Are they around my age?

[straightupzorra]

Your troll ages are fucking stupid, but whatever. [she laughs] Skewer me with those? Are they going to get pointier? I doubt it, and if they get longer you'll just look even more ridiculous.

Go find a male human and ask them about their balls.

Well there's Dolorosa who is older than you, but there's also Feferi, Gamzee, and Vriska.

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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

You're stupid. I can't even begin to conceive how a living, breathing, retarded waste of precious oxygen like you managed to dress yourself up when you got out of your recuperacoon this morning, let alone grasp the very pedestrian concept of grammar.

[ DULY NOTED. ]

Who the fuck is Dolorosa? And...

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Karkat... very obviously deflates at the mention of Feferi and Vriska. Their very names are like punches to the gut -- no, the reality's much worse. Their names, along with some others, are perpetual reminders of his personal failures as a leader and as a, as a friend. ]

Feferi and Vriska? They're... alive?

[straightupzorra]

I am not retarded, you should see some of the other people here, they make even you look like a genius. I'm going to assume that a recuperacoon is a bed, because I'm not a retard and can make those simple connections, and tell you that recuperacoon is one of the dumbest words I have ever heard. And you know what, I've grasped the pedestrian concept of grammar in two languages [she switches to Spanish] and if I switch to Spanish you should just get out of my fucking way because that means shit is going to hit the fan.

[back to English] Dolorosa is an adult troll, headmistress of Fortitude, has green blood and long horns shaped like this [she mimics the shape with her fingers] But really, you have a whole planet, if there are people you don't know, I'll forgive you.

[she shrugs] They may be dead, you can be dead here.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

I have no idea what you just said there! But oh my God, why can't I hold all these fucks I am giving?

[ those. horns. karkat makes a stupid, inquisitive face. ] How green? Olive? Lime? Jade? You can't just say her blood's green, assfuck. Be more specific.

Yes, that makes perfect sense! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS.

[straightupzorra]

Wow, learn to be culturally sensitive. [maybe Vriska told her to do that once. Maybe]

Oh right, that really matters to you people. It's jade green if that means anything to you.

It means that death means nothing here, you'll just have an undead status and certain battle effects harm you, like cure or light, although there are some cases that aren't hurt by those effects.