Entry tags:
[ main entrance, open ]
Characters: Rolo Lamperouge
Format: prose/action
This log is: open!
Location: Entrance
Summary: Rolo's introduction post! Come bug him.
Warnings: Will add as necessary.
He wakes with a start-- sits up with sweat down his brow and confusion on his face.
Where is he?
It's a train. He's sat on one of the seats, still in his pilot uniform. Was that some sort of dream? It couldn't have been; the feel of his Knightmare's controls in his hands, the motion, the desert heat-- dreams did not come in flavors so vivid. There was something after that, though-- something that was a dream. It'd told him things that were, somehow, relevant to this place-- yes. Maybe a geass. A geass also may have brought him here. But they'd decimated the Cult's headquarters, left none alive, but as someone who grew up there himself he knew there were places to hide. Some he may not even know of.
There's nothing more for him in this train, so Rolo takes the bag sat beside him. He slings it over his shoulder and walks cautiously through the train and out the doors, murmuring to himself: "Utopia Academy…"
Pausing at the front gates, because it's huge and impressive. Much bigger than Ashford.
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Though it was quite exciting to be on a train it didn't answer the question why? Maybe he was still dreaming? It was much happier than the last dream, that one had been a little bit scary.
The train was stopping, Romeo jumped to his feet. It had to be a dream but some dreams were exciting, he wondered where it was leading him. He grabbed his small satchel from next to him and saw a man getting off the train in front of him.
Keeping a safe distance away, though he shouldn't have anything to worry about unless this dream turned into a nightmare, he looked at the building they were at.
He gasped, it was so huge! As big as the castle in Milan! It was a little chilly, and Romeo realised that his dreams usually wern't this detailed. But still what else could it be, he should be in bed, at home with his family, the twins next to him. "Sir?" He didn't get any closer to the man but he was very polite as he smiled, "Sir do you know where we are?"
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"The intercom on the train said 'Utopia Academy'. That must be this."
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He was at a school! He didn't understand the first word at all, but the fact it was a school was exciting. "Really? It's a school, it looks like a castle!" He realised who he was talking to, namely an adult and took a slightly wary step backwards in case they decided he was annoying them. "Sir! But sir... I don't go to school," he hoped to very soon, the doctor had said he would try and get him enrolled in a school in the town near his village, but... this couldn't be it, could it? "I don't remember anything..."
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"It's bigger than my old school." He says it carefully.
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"Oh you mean your college sir?" But why were they in the same place now, maybe it was a dream and he was dreaming of being older. But it didn't feel like a dream, Romeo felt a little bit scared but then he broke out into a grin. He could be brave, "Here that Alfredo," he didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular, "I'm at a huge school!"
Then he blinked and opened his mouth, "Picolla did you hear?..." Picolla was not in his bag! Had he jumped out on the train. "Picolla!" He said looking around desperately.
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He'd woken up earlier than anyone else on the train, and - not two hours after doing so - returned to the harbor where he and Himoto had been fighting and met with nothing, attempted to go to the student council room only to be refused as an ordinary student, and been rejected from the library on the grounds that he was a Discard -
Ridiculous. It's utterly ridiculous, which is why he's pacing briskly through the school now, lost and disoriented but trying not to seem as such.
And, passing by the front gates, he brushes past Rolo, muttering quietly all the while. "Can't understand it, this can't be right, this can't be Utopia Academy --"
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"You're a new student, aren't you?" he asks, smiling out of habit.
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There's an odd tension in the air, and for a while Shoujou can't quite place what it is - and then he realizes that the two of them are being careful. Something is wrong. Something is suspicious.
They're keeping secrets.
"Um, by any chance," Shoujou begins, hesitancy in every syllable, "have you seen anyone with a student council armband? I mean, I guess not, but..."
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"I haven't," he says, and while Shoujou is happy to let the matter drop, Rolo thinks there could be something to be gleaned. "You're not new here, but you said it wasn't right. What has changed?"
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Name. Why can't he remember his first name?
More importantly, does he want this person knowing his name to begin with?
"-- ah, know that I'm looking for them?"
hope you don't mind a threadjacker
It must be a college, they were so much older then Romeo and if this wasn't a dream then it must be real! That was exciting and scary all at the same time, the doctor must have sent him here. He listened to the two boys, not understanding there words.
He missed Picollo, he didn't know where the weasal had gotten too but he hadn't came at Romeo's call and that probably meant the doctor had made him leave him at home, he was probably playing with the twins right now.
"Student council?" It was another phrase he didn't understand and he repeated it to himself, wondering what it meant.
[ooc: Hope you don't mind me threadjacking! Feel free to ignore him if you do mind :D]
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"Thank you." Shoujou addresses Rolo, inclining his head slightly in lieu of a formal bow. "And, ah..."
He turns to the youngest boy -- how had he not noticed him before? "What about it?"
Re: we love threadjackers
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Then he pauses. "Or, well... at least, it's supposed to."
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"Oh," he said in a small voice. When the doctor had told him he could go to school he had thought in the next town, in a school with other children his age. Not here, where people spoke about things he had no idea about.
Still the man had not acted annoyed with him, and seemed happy enough to explain things so Romeo took advantage of that and continued to be brave. "What's a president? And an Exaclan system?" They seemed the two big important words in there.
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"Mm, basically," he said, smiling. "As for Exaclan... why don't you two head inside the school? I think you'll figure out what it is soon enough, as soon as you find a game going on."
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Satisfied Romeo smiled, "Thank you sirs!" He looked at the school with a mixture of fear and excitement. Maybe Exaclan was a special subject, like geography!
He looked to see if the other man was going to go in as well as bravely stepped through the gates.
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"That's a good idea," Rolo says. "I'll do that." He steps into the school after Romeo.
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Or rather, steps into them, since Sora, running to see who the tram had brought in now, wasn't expecting anyone to actually be at the lobby so fast.
Crash!
"Ah, my mistake-"
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Why? Why is she here now?
"Himoto-san!"
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Romeo's eyes widened as he snarled and his fists looked like he was about to hit to woman. Without pausing to think Romeo stepped in front of the girl, facing the boy and spreading his arms in a protective gesture. "Don't hit her!"
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Rolo takes a step back and watches quietly, saying not a word.
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She hadn't noticed his fists clenching as any kind of threat, so when the youngest boy ran between the two of them, she started and looked down at him. Then at the boy who had moved away from them. "It's okay," she said to them both, and to Shoujou too.
With him here, away from Iwahijiri, maybe she really could help him. Almost absently, she rested a hand on her small protector's shoulder, in case she needed to move him out of the way rapidly. "I'm not going to fight you."
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And her reaction! "Don't you dare call out my name like that," he spat. "Like we're - like we're - like you know me!" They were not friends; she was supposed to hate him; they had been fighting only moments earlier, hadn't they? But he didn't have a Weapon anymore...
He glared briefly at the boy who had stepped to the side (there had only been one person who had ever reacted to him so calmly, and that was Tsuki Aoi) before relaxing visibly, red imprints from his nails on his palms. "Where are we?" he asked. "This isn't Utopia Academy. This isn't our academy."
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Okay, so she wasn't the best person to ask for a coherent explanation.
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He couldn't remember. So, at the least, Sora was not lying about losing memories.
"...I don't trust you," he snapped. "You think I'm just going to drop everything and join your side just because the circumstances are different? I hurt your friends, didn't I? I hurt you, didn't I?"
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Doubtless, come the next round and the round after that he'd be a weapon again.
As he approached the front gates, the youth finally stopped playing with the gear long enough to look up and out at where the train platform was. Idly, his mind wandered back to what Gino had said, about escape not being easy and if he should try anyway. Before he could even contemplate an attempt, however, his eyes landed on Rolo and he blinked.
"New people?" He wondered aloud, as if the fact that this academy was continuously collecting others was a surprise.
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"That's right," he says slowly. "Are new people rare here?"
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It looked like some sort of... fancy spandex, clinging to his body in all the wrong places.
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"There's this stupid game on campus where you have to fight battles and win tokens so you can get back your memories."
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He doesn't quite believe it, not yet-- and he can't immediately find any holes in his memory, so why should he?
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"It takes place in there," Kevin explained, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to show the school entrance. "Or at least mine did."
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Even if it still made him grouchy and irritable.
Instead, he resumed his explanation, his tone curt and unfriendly now. "In one of the dorms, some woman at a desk will tell you."
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