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.

Comments

[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?"

[roboprosthetic]

"Uh," he stutters a bit, hands folding in his lap and eyes downcast. But his shoulders sag slightly, again in relief. When Tavros looks up next, he is smiling. "Okay. I'll try. Who else is here? Vriska and you and me, but anyone, uh, anyone else?"

[honkhonkwoof]

That smile is a good thing to see, so he smiles back! He hums in thought, counting off on his fingers.

"Weeeell, I been seein' Karkat, that's all for motherfucking sure, Feferi-" Yeah, a little bitter memory now. "That Dave human, and there's a couple other humans you might be knowin', too? Can't get my remember on to all their names, though. Oh, and a motherfuckin' adult is all bein' the headmistress chica, and she's got herself jade blood."

[roboprosthetic]

"Humans," Tavros replies, a little unsure. "Man, there are um, a lot of those, huh? I don't know any aliens, but, it's cool that you know them, I guess. Are they all nice?"

[honkhonkwoof]

He shrugs, and thinks for a moment.

"Yeah. Loads of 'em motherfuckers, and there's some that ain't even humans, even though they be lookin' it. And, dang, nice?" He rumbles a chuckle. "Yeah, most of them guys are wicked chill, but there's a whole ton next to them that ain't."