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[stopwatch]

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.

Comments

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"Missing memories?" Rolo blinks. He'd completely forgotten he was wearing his suit; he should probably change out of it soon. "What do you mean?"

[imperceptible]

"Oh, it's part of the introduction." Kevin waved his hand dismissively, unaware that he was potentially dropping a massive bomb on Rolo.

"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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"Part of the introduction," Rolo echoes, tone flat. "I wasn't given one."

He doesn't quite believe it, not yet-- and he can't immediately find any holes in his memory, so why should he?

[imperceptible]

At Rolo's tone, Kevin grew defensive. It wasn't his fault, after all, and hell he was trying to give the new guy the facts.

"It takes place in there," Kevin explained, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to show the school entrance. "Or at least mine did."

[stopwatch]

"Thank you," he says, smoothing out his voice, dropping the flat tone. Much more politely: "Where do we sleep?"

[imperceptible]

The fact that Rolo was suddenly making an effort didn't make Kevin feel any more at ease around the other, though he did force himself to relax. He had to remember that this was a new situation and that hostility and edginess were going to be common reactions.

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."

[stopwatch]

Well, there's nothing else to be done about him; he'd slipped for a second and put the other off and while it was regrettable, Rolo is done here anyways. He continues his formality, nodding his head. "I'll go talk to her, then." And he pads off.