Fortitude: Round 4 Start

[mamarosa]

You may notice that once again the number of Prefects by Dolorosa's side has risen. On the stage with her is Lelouch, Yuri, and Gamzee. Nanami has been sick the past few days and will be missing the assembly, something that is rather routine by now. Dolorosa talks amiably with the three present Prefects before the assembly starts.

It should be a familiar scene by now, Dolorosa smiling out over her students.

"Hello, my students, another round has come to an end and another is starting anew. We were not the victors of round 3 but, just as you have in past rounds, everyone fought well," she laughs a bit, "And perhaps maybe it is a bit safer for all of us that Conquest has won the round, so I congratulate you on avoiding the wrath of Day and Santana." She can't help but poke fun at her fellow staff members, it is easier to make light of the situation than punish her students unnecessarily.

"The downside of losing is that you are not rewarded the extra Raks, but let us not dwell on defeat and instead focus on the victories of the round," behind her, as per usual, the Battle Records show up on the screen.

"I am once again proud of my students, you very rarely battle among yourselves, not that I am discouraging you. I extend a congratulations to Shion for defeating Becca."

As the inter-school battle records show up on the screen she looks surprised but not disappointed, "For Inter-school battles we should congratulate Lelouch," she turns to her Prefect, "for defeating Feferi." That's right, Fortitude won a grand total of two battles, one of them fought against itself. Students should take a moment to be relieved over the fact they are not in Conquest.

"Lastly, we should congratulate Dahlia for winning the round," Dolorosa begins to applaud for all the victors.

"And without further ado, the Players for round 4 are:

Oichi
Dave
Gamzee
Marisa
Jade
Inui
Spain
Nanash

Have a wonderful round."
 

Comments

[bloodandfire]

Daenerys had managed to sneak off the train whatever it was that brought her here without speaking to anyone. She had searched many of the compartments for anyone she knew or any sign of who had kidnapped her but found nothing.

So here she stands, a beautiful girl in her late teens, not wearing the same uniform as everyone else, wondering what exactly is going on and what she had gotten herself into. She hasn't read the rule book yet or asked any questions, but as she stands here completely lost, she knows that it is time to.

Dany turns to the nearest person, "Excuse me," she asks politely. Her status means nothing here.

[knightime]

Dave just stands there quietly. He doesn't know what to say or do. With the memory charm from Shion, Dave remembers the names of his friends now. He remembers Jade's name and he so obviously realizes Jade's name was called along with his.

He was a Player again. He was okay with that.

Jade was a Player. He was okay with her being a Player. But both of them were Players.

He should probably start vowing at the very least.

[conquistador]

( So this was the first step of the Rakuen system. Spain recognizes one of the names-- Dahlia. How interesting. He hadn't imagined her to be much of a fighter but appearances could be deceiving. When he hears his name he can't help but smile.

Fine, he'll play the game. The next step was finding weapons now, right? Well, he doesn't know who is who but there's no reason why they can't find out who he is, right? )

¡Ay! I'm Spain and I'm looking for a weapon? A weapon!

[countryofassholes]

Standing close to where Dave was, Britannia rubbed the back of her neck and felt distinctly uncomfortable. Like the child that had brought home a C- on an important test to a disappointed parent.

No matter what the circumstances, whenever she on a losing team she felt distinctly... unhappy. Like it didn't matter if it was supposed to be a team effort, her actions alone should have made all the difference. (Which was laughable, she of all people knew that best, but the sting was still there.) Doubtless, they would have to do better this round.

So, with a sigh, like a child would make in the face of an exasperating list of chores, she started looking around. "Guess I'd better find a player."

[waddles]

[From the back of the room, unseen in his attempt to stay out of the way, Rafiel gives a little start and places his hand on his chest to calm his surprised heart.

Spain's boisterous yelling caught him by surprise, giving him a little bit of a scare, but nothing too serious. Just the sort of shock you can't help but ruefully smile at afterward. Which is exactly what he does.]

You will find one, I am sure.

[greenspaces]

Jade's a little awed; she's never seen someone as pretty as this. But she answers anyway, since she's a Player this time, and she needs to. She smiles at the other girl.

"Hi. Did your name get called?"

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Nanashi has found a convenient wall to lean on. He had spent the rest of the day yesterday looking round his new home. He hadn't read the manual, he had tried but... he couldn't make head or tails out of the letters and it just gave him a headache.

His name was called, he had worked out from what the troll woman had been saying that they were expected to fight. He had expected a price for the food and bed and fighting... well it seemed it often came to this.

No matter how much he tried to put away his gun, he was forced to pick it up once again.

He looked around for someone willing to explain who he was supposed to fight.

[fabricates]

Vriska knew it. This place was out to spite her now. Three rounds as a weapon? She was annoyed beyond reason. Sure, her weapon was great and all, but it wasn't nearly as fun watching from the sidelines as it was to actually fight. And as if to rub it in her face even more, Makara, Harley, and Strider were Players. Dave she could sort of understand, in that she had a sliver of respect for him after being vowed to him and watching him fight. But Jade? As far as she knew, the girl only to how to use riflekind in the way of specibi. And Gamzee, well. She wasn't really going to even touch that. But it annoyed her that another troll had been chosen when she hadn't.

She snorted to herself, glaring around the room to size the Players up. She should probably approach people, but she didn't. Because Vriska Serket didn't ask, she wasn't going to beg to be wielded by anyone. If someone wanted her, they'd come to her. She didn't even care about the Discard bullshit. She'd already broken rules and she didn't have a problem continuing to do so.

[greenspaces]

So Jade came to her, of course.

It was only reasonable; if she wanted to win the right way, she needed to look for a really strong Weapon to fight with. And Vriska was a good Weapon for that, right? She had upgrades thanks to Dave, she was good at fighting in her own right. So the other girl walks right up to Vriska and puts her hands on her hips.

"I need you to help me win! But not the cheating way, the real way."

Goddammit, if she's got to fight, she may as well do it correctly. Grandpa Harley didn't raise her to back down from a fight, and she will be dammed if she doesn't at least try.

[fabricates]

Vriska was surprised- Jade was the last person she expected to approach her. This meant she trusted her, right? Maybe the whole situation she'd caused could be put behind them entirely. She quirked a brow at her, trying to decide if this was legit or a joke. But Harley looked pretty serious, and she was all for vowing to someone who was actually looking to win the round through fighting.

"Do you even know how to use bladekind?"

[bloodandfire]

Before answering she looks at the board to make sure her name wasn't there. She shakes her head, "No, it was not called. Should it have been?" For a moment she was glad her name wasn't called, there are plenty of people who would like to see her dead and broadcasting her name would clue them in to her whereabouts.

[conquistador]

Haha, of course! In situations like this you just have to think positi-- ( And when Spain finally sees who spoke all of his words escape him. His mouth hangs open and he tries to speak. Honestly, he looks like a fool right now. )

[savedbyasong]

[Shion was just relieved he wasn't a player again. He looked at the names on the screen, he knew most of them though he wasn't sure who would vow with him, since he did not wish to have anything to do with this system. He didn't mind being a discard though, not really... though he disliked the unfairness.

He saw his world history class teacher and smiled at him.] Hello mister Antonio!

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca was feeling much the same--as long as she wasn't a player. She comes up beside Shion and grabs his hand.]

Can we go to the same player, Shion?

[Oh yeah, Shion had just greeted a player, hadn't he? She looks up to see what she's getting into.]

[has_soothing_bells]

Ooooooh, it was that time again. She had been lucky not to be in any fights last time, but Reimi knew she might not be so lucky this round.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...? She stood in place, looking around for anyone she knew.

[dataneverlies]

...Oh.

Inui stood, staring at the screen silently for several seconds, his expression unreadable. While it had all been quite a lot--almost impossibly much--to take in at once, he'd been managing competently enough; perhaps even more so. Habitual assimilation of large amounts of data was, after all, what he did.

This, however...

Without any preceding context, he would have calculated roughly an 80% probability of shock, a 33.5% chance of fear. But he had neither reaction. Instead, he just felt numb, almost strangely calm: in retrospect, however, he should have projected as much. It was only logical. After all this, what else was there to do but accept it? For now, at any rate... it seemed he didn't have much choice. Whether he liked it or not.

Perhaps there was some misunderstanding? But he calculated a near-zero chance of that.

The question now was how to proceed.

[greenspaces]

"No, I don't. But you could teach me, right? I'm kind of tiny, but I think I can do it."

She smiles, hands still on her hips. "We could win!"

[fabricates]

Vriska regarded her for a few minutes before shrugging. This could work out to her advantage in plenty of ways, so it'd be stupid not to take the offer.

"Sure, but you have to do everything I tell you. I won't be vowed to someone who loses. Got it?"

[traces]

When Dahlia's name wasn't called again, she sighed in a bit of relief. That was too much responsibility for her, even if it did come with the benefit of some extra money. She would need a Player, though. No way was she going to go a week confined to the school grounds with crappy food. Antonio's name had been called, but she didn't know what was going on with him, so she'd rather have someone else right now.

She looked about for someone else, and her eyes lit on a boy who was staring at the screen. He was new; was he one of those names she hadn't recognized?

"E-excuse me... Are you looking for a Player, too?" she asked him, to begin with.

[conquistador]

( By now, Spain has become rather used to people knowing him before he really gets to know them. Still, he was looking for weapons and it looks like one-- possibly two?-- answered his call. )

Hola. ( He puts on a smile, ) How can I help this happy couple?

[mamarosa]

[come talk to your headmistress?]

[knightime]

[Oh ew, it's that blond kid staring up at you. He looks like he has a question to ask though.]

[mamarosa]

[God, this blond kid always wants to talk to her, she can never get him to shut up]

It seems you are a Player yet again. Would you consider yourself lucky or unlucky?

[keepscalm]

[Guess who hears Spain yell from less than six feet to his side and starts off in the completely opposite direction?

This nation!

England snorts and briskly begins to walk away from Spain, because ew he'll go find a Player he doesn't hate.]

[honkhonkwoof]

He can't help but think; motherfucking finally. It's a relief, although it comes with a need to get weapons. Six. He'll need to find six people, if he wants to win -- he immediately considers Tavros. Who else?

He simply looks around for a moment, feeling reluctant to start asking around. But he had to get at least one weapon, and had to quick. At least he felt a need to get it done quickly. Being a prefect, it should be easy enough, right?