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

[waddles]

[You're confusing him, Spain. He's pretty sure he told you his name already. However, having been asked a question, he will answer it. (Also, wasn't his name Antonio...? Perhaps they are family, with very similar appearances.)]

My name is Rafiel.

[conquistador]

Rafael? ( Spain truly can't believe it and if only his knees weren't locked in place, he would be down on them right now. ) It's an honor-- It's an honor to meet you! I-- are you-- wait, are you going to fight too?

[waddles]

Yes? [He's not quite sure why this is still cause for such a reaction, but that doesn't get displayed more than a slightly curious tilt of his head.]

I am happy to meet you as well, Spain. [Because that's... what the honor is all about, right?] And I intend to participate as a weapon, yes. Even if I cannot do much, I would like to help.

[conquistador]

I'll fight for you! ( As he exclaims this, he steps forward, ) I'll protect you! I'll do anything, I promise! You can count on me!

[waddles]

[If Spain and Antonio are indeed family, Spain seems to be the younger of the two. More eager and enthusiastic about things and much less laid back. Rafiel is a little overwhelmed by his passion, to be honest.]

If you would like my services, I would be happy to vow with you.

[conquistador]

( Well, Spain is indeed younger. In fact, Rafiel would be pretty spot on about everything except Spain being Antonio's younger brother (though, Spain himself was, indeed, a younger brother).

When Rafiel agrees, Spain really can't help but smile wide. He practically trips over himself when he approaches Rafiel, )

Can I see your hand?

[waddles]

[Rafiel contains a small smile at the request, finding this childish attitude of Spain's endearing. He really doesn't think the vow requires this level of formality, however he would hate to damper Spain's spirits, so he obliges the nation by holding his hand out. His fingers, slender and pale, are unmarked and pleasantly cool.]

[conquistador]

( Spain kneels, getting down on one knee and takes Rafiel's hand in his own. In contrast to Rafiel's hand, Spain's are rough from work and warm. Before he bows, he looks up at Rafiel, eager and honest, )

Rafiel, I, Spain, vow to protect and serve you.

( And he bows his head and kisses the back of Rafiel's hand. )

[waddles]

[Oh dear. It seems Spain has been overwhelmed by his appearance as many others in this place have. While in Tellius there was some similar reaction to his appearance, due mostly to the fact that herons were now, sadly, a rarity, it had never been this extreme. ... one very unusual case aside.]

I accept. Thank you, Spain.