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 a girl and three boys, one of whom is a troll. All four 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 three have a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations rudely.

"Hey morons,"

She explains, sounding annoyed, that the four of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Santana of Conquest, pointing to herself, and Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude.

"When your name gets called go to the person who called it. Actually, fuck it. You're all in Fortitude, screw name calling. I'm leaving."

She walks off leaving the three boys on their own. The one introduced as Yuri speaks first.

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[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee smiles slowly around at all the newbies, not minding Santana. He gives Tavros an especially wide grin, which might look welcoming to the other troll but probably looks creepy to everyone else.

"Yo. All you motherfuckers can get your ask on if you have any questions we can be answerin'." His eyes stay on Tavros as he speaks. Wow, this isn't creepy at all, is it?

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Another grey skinned creature, interesting. He raises an eyebrow at the nickname, but steps forward.

"Why have we been brought here?" It was, perhaps the most obvious question. The second one was where was Kotarou, but if this situation turned out to be hostile it was perhaps the kid wasn't here.

[mrdickery]

"Your guess is as good as mine." Yuri replied with a shoulder roll, quietly dodging the question. Oh he had a guess or two, but nothing solid yet. He had a feeling that if he wanted to get some real information, he'd have to find out what was inside those towers, or get one of the previous 6 to talk. At the moment? Neither option was looking too plausible.

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Nanashi frowned but nodded, he didn't know, or didn't wish to say. "I am a little old for school." So was the man he was talking to actually. Nanashi had actually never went to school, at least if he did he couldn't remember it... A sharp pain in his head made him blink.

[mrdickery]

"Well according to this, looks like you aren't." Yuri remarked wryly, gesturing dully with the list still held in his hand. "But on the bright side, at least it'll give you something to do with all your free time."

That last statement, it should be noted, was made with gratuitous amounts of sarcasm and accented by another casual gesture of his hand.

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Right. Free time. Looking at the positives so far here seemed better than where he had just came from. Speaking of which. "Is there a Kotarou on your list?" He still wasn't sure if it would be best if the kid was here with him or still in Tokyo alone, but it was best to be sure.

[mrdickery]

Kota? At the mention of his name, something came over Yuri's eyes, a faint note of seriousness even as his posture and expression remained relaxed and seemingly bored.

"Is he a friend of yours?" He asked casually, not so much as seeking to hide the fact that Kotarou was here as much as discern whether or not Nanashi was going to be trouble for the kid.

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Nanashi noticed the change, Kotarou was here then or someone by that name, and this man knew them.

"Friend? Depends what your definition of that is." He shrugged, "He employed me."

It was of course a lot more complicated than that, but Nanashi wasn't about to go into it with a complete stranger.

[mrdickery]

Employed him...?

"I wasn't aware it had more than one definition." Yuri shot back without hostility as he watched Nanashi's reaction. Still, he figured there wasn't any real point in hiding Kotarou's existence here. What was the point? In a town this small they were bound to run into each other eventually.

"He's not on the list, but he's here."

[roboprosthetic]

Tavro's face instantly lights up as he manages to make it to the platform and sees Gamzee there. He's relieved that someone familiar is here in this weird place, and raises a hand timidly in a wave. He knows he has his attention, but does it anyways. He rolls closer.

And then he's quietly asking: "Hi, Gamzee. Where... what is this place?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"Hey, motherfucker." He smiles, suddenly feeling a rush of excitement. Aw, hell yes, his bro was here. Oh, right, he was asking a question, wasn't he?

"Oh, uuuh. Well shit, that one is a kinda hard to answer question. I'm not even motherfucking sure myself."

[roboprosthetic]

"Oh... I was, um, kind of in the middle of something, you know, back home, I'm. Well. I need to go back." His voice is slow and gradually becomes more anxious, nearly urgent, as he goes on. "Vriska was, um, she was in trouble... so I guess that's my next question. Or demand, maybe."

[honkhonkwoof]

He tilts his head, and mulls over his words a second or two before speaking. "You can't go motherfuckin' back just yet, Tavbro. I dunno if we'll ever be able to be goin' on home, to be honest." He pauses. Bites his lip.

"And she's here, man. Vriska's here, and she's pretty damn fine."

[roboprosthetic]

That is a lot to take at once. The prospect of never returning home is a scary one-- he's wanted for his familiar hive while adventuring despite loving the thrill of it all. Tavros' face shows what he is thinking fairly clearly.

But Vriska is okay, and that makes his worried face lighten a small amount. "She's, um, she's really okay?" He focuses on that, pushing away the other stuff. And he says it like he doesn't believe him, but he does believe. He just has to make sure.

[honkhonkwoof]

He's upset he had to be the one to break the harsh news to Tavros, but it was better for him not to get his hopes up. Right?

"Yeah, she's all been fightin' and shit, feisty as ever. Dunno whatcha last saw of her, but she's OK."

[roboprosthetic]

He sighs in relief, smiling a small amount. Good, his friend is okay. Though the word fighting worries him... he looks to Gamzee with that relief shining clearly on his face.

"That's good, I'm, uh. Really glad she's okay." For a moment a flicker of disturbance shows up on his face, but it's pushed aside relatively quickly. "What do you mean by fighting? This isn't... a part of the game, is it?"

[honkhonkwoof]

He feels his own kind of relief wash over him. He didn't want to see Tavros get his fret all on.

"Naw, it ain't no kinda part of the game if I'm thinkin' right. There's fightin', but it ain't no deadly kind, so don'tcha get your worries all scramblin' around, aite?"

[conquistador]

Spain doesn't even pretend to know what Gamzee is. Though it's rude to do so, Spain stares at him for a moment. Oh, God, it speaks. Well, if the curious creature is answering questions, he has to ask, "Ay, what are you supposed to be?"

[honkhonkwoof]

He just blinks stupidly at Spain for a couple seconds. "That's not exactly..." But he shrugs. "I'm a motherfucking troll, if that's whatcha were meanin'."

[conquistador]

"A troll?" Spain repeats curiously, "Oh, you don't mean a real one, of course. This is all a costume, no? Face paint and animal horns. . ." Because trolls aren't real.

[honkhonkwoof]

He raises an eyebrow, disdain clear on his face. "No, I do motherfucking got my mean on that I'm all bein' a real troll. These ain't no animal horns, bro, so be thinkin' all on opposite of what you're sayin' real soon, and you're all gonna be gettin' the truth in your thinkpan that way."

[conquistador]

To which Spain can only make a face, obviously confused. Spain stubbornly replies, "Trolls aren't real." They can't be real. "Unless you want to say dragons and fairies are real too."

[honkhonkwoof]

His face twists. "Ain't you got all up a wicked gumption, denying what's bein' all standin' in front of you." But he shrugs to himself, deciding he shouldn't get angry over what Spain was saying. "Keep your ignorant on, aite, whatever. Ain't gonna be pushin' an overload on a thinkpan that'll be overflowin' with the tiniest of pokin'."

[conquistador]

But it was true. Trolls, fairies, unicorns-- those things don't exist unless you're a delusional fool like England. He watches the troll carefully, trying to figure out exactly what this could mean. Perhaps this was some sort of native tradition. Part of a pagan ritual like the American shamans who believed they were the voices of gods.

. . . And was he just insulted? It's hard to tell with how Gamzee is speaking and he opens his mouth to speak and shuts it when he realizes he hasn't any idea what to say exactly. No, really, how does one address something and someone like this? Spain really just stands there stupidly for now.

Spain: 0, Gamzee: 1

[honkhonkwoof]

His smile twitches back when the other doesn't respond, and he stares at Spain with some derision. It probably doesn't seem too friendly right now.

"You's got no other questions? Babble that motherfucking inquiring noise at me, bro, I'll get my answer on best I can be."