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rakuen2012-03-03 10:14 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-03-03 10:14 pm
On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!
As you all crowd onto the platform, all few of you, you are met by three girls and five boys, two of which are bizarre grey-skinned aliens. All eight 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 heavy clouds and cold drizzle. They're all sodden. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - four depicting a shield, the other four a sword.
At the first lull in the chatter, one pale shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations coldly.
"Attention please."
She explains that the eight of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi and Gino of Conquest.
The girl called Santana interrupts, "Look assholes, I'm tired of doing this every week, just come to me when your name is called." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names.
At the first lull in the chatter, one pale shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations coldly.
"Attention please."
She explains that the eight of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi and Gino of Conquest.
The girl called Santana interrupts, "Look assholes, I'm tired of doing this every week, just come to me when your name is called." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names.
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No, she's not trying to see if Charles has come so she can avoid him, what are you talking about shutup.Santana saves her the trouble however when she calls France's name. Immediately she adjusts her search parameters to look for wavy blonde hair and a sort of dopey looking- aaaah, there we go.
Hoping to catch his eyes, she gives a wave.]
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[ Oh, thank Descartes! A familiar face! ]
Mérique! Aaah, Mérique, is that you? [ He drifts away from the hispanic girl, walking over to the... wait, breasts? Large hips? Full lips? No, this is most definitely not Mérique. ]
Aa... I am sorry, have we met before, ma belle?
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Not quite able to fully hide the disappointment that flickers across her face, she finally gives France a customary smile in greeting while preparing the typical jargon for explaining her existence to another nation who she doesn't share worlds with. Really, it's getting kind of tiresome.]
Apparently not. [She has a wry look at that, something close to exasperation but amusement too.] I'm Britannia, related to but independent of England.
[Because that's always the next question.]