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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"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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