rakuen | On the platform: Meet the new characters!

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On the platform: Meet the new characters!

As you all crowd onto the platform and peer through the thick fog that chills the air, you are met by four girls and five boys. One of the girls is a somewhat humanoid grey-skinned, finned alien, but the rest all seem human. All nine 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 dense fog. They're all sodden and cold, and most are irritable. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - three depicting a shield on green, the other six a sword on red.

At the first lull in the chatter, one sickly-pale, shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations with her cold, soft voice.

"Attention, please."

She explains that the nine of them are the current prefects of Rakuen, representing the two schools on the island. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri and Lelouch of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi, Gino, Nephenee and Kevin of Conquest. She doesn't care to explain why the prefects in red and white outnumber those in green and black two to one.

Santana interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Look, come over when your name is called so we can all get inside." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names from their clipboards.

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England turned her head to watch the new people approach. Well, it looked as though they were finally going to get some answers. She frowned when they called her name.

"I demand to know what's going on here," England said. "Why should we go with you?"

"Ah, I get it now, you're a chick. There's a male you around her somewhere," Santana says, completely ignoring the questions.

Uh. Where did that come from? England doesn't even know what to say for a moment. Did this human even hear her?

"I beg your pardon?"

She sighs, "There's another England around. One with a penis."

England bit back the urge to tell this young lady to watch her mouth. Instead, for now, she focused on the other, more impending matter at hand. Another England? Why, that was absurd. She was the one and only England, the once-most powerful country in the world. She snorted softly as she tried to understand. Then, at last, she had a thought.

"Oh, you mean there is a man named England. I see what you are saying. But I am the actual country. Do you understand, child? I know it sounds strange."

God she hates countries, they're all so stubborn. They just hear what they want to hear when she's telling her the truth.

"Look, there is another England here, he is a country as well. Get over it, you can fight over who is better at being a landmass later, preferably when I'm not around to witness it."

England twitched, slightly because of how rude this teenager was being, but mostly from the information she carried.

"Why, that is outrageous! There cannot be more than one England! He must be an imposter!"

"I'm pretty sure he's real and I'm positive that I'm tired of this conversation. Do you have any questions that don't have to do with being here twice?"

"There is no matter more serious than a doppelganger!" England growled. "Where is that bastard?"

"Whatever, he's around somewhere. If you don't have any other questions I'm just going to leave."

England was about to tell Santana to move along. After all, she was rather frustrated with the whole situation, and she still did not know why she was here. Right, well, she held her tongue and took a deep breath in order to compose herself.

"Yes... I would like to know why I am here. And where here is."

Oh look, you need her, best be not getting on her nerves then. Guess who knows all about this place and can answer all of your questions. Mostly. There are some things that she isn't allowed to say.

"You're here because you're the chosen one. Does that make you feel any better? And here is Rakuen, couldn't tell you what planet or universe we're in because who the hell knows."

"Chosen for what?" Not that it mattered, but there seemed to be several chosen ones. It did not make England feel better. She just wanted to go home. She had a lot of responsibilities.

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...Another one of that...person...America still couldn't really recall their name. Though it was on the tip of his tongue. Of course while that was what would probably lead to some future trouble, the young nation was not really bothered by it. Though he most likely should be, considering that he couldn't even remember the name of the person who raised him.

"Oh hey! ...You..." He called out to her, without much tact at all.

Goodness! What a rude young man! England was quite appalled, and yet, she felt as though she knew this punk.

"I say, don't you know how to speak proper to a lady?" Why were all the people here so uncultured? It was as though everyone she met was American.

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Yep, she definantely acted like that person, even as a female. Something that Al find more hilarious than was possible. Laughing loudly whilst nodding his head enthusiastically. "Of course I do!" If she thought he was uncultured then England was going to be in for a shock when she saw everyone else.

What an obnoxious laugh! England hated it for some reason. It was so mocking, and yet she felt bad for judging someone she just met so harshly. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked away.

"So, what is your name? Are you here to welcome me to this strange place, too?"

"I'm America of course!" Now his tone sounded like he was stating something that was so obvious that it was common knowledge. Naturally he believed that it was common knowledge to just about everyone here by now. Which it pretty much was, not that it was common knowledge to the new arrivals.

Another opposite gendered country? This was getting too strange. Just where in the world were they? Or weren't they? She supposed this man's attitude was similar to her baby sister's, and England was not one to toss out alternate universe theories. Things like that were her specialty. She managed to stay surprisingly calm, at least for the moment.

"Right. America. We'll go with that. Now will you tell me why I am here?"

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"Haha! No idea!" Which was the truth, he had no earthly idea as to why they were where they are. Just that they are. It was never really explained to him, and America was fairly certain that absolutely no one here even knew the reasons as to why they were here in the first place. And truth be told, most of the greeting staff sucked at their job anyways.

"I think it's some sort of evil plot to trap us here against our wills by some sort of villain that has a really nasty plan for us. But we just don't know it yet!"

England brought her hand to her face in frustration. Was there really no one here who had a brain?

"And you've just been living here, going along with it?"

"Kinda, figured that I would get out of here eventually." He shrugged his shoulders, kind of wishing that he had a hamburger right about now. Though he was going to have to go without for now.

She sighed and rubbed at her forehead next before dropping her arm. Idiot America. "How long have you been here?"

"Oh...um..." America started to tap his chin in thought. "About one or two months now!" His sense of time really had gone to the crapper the moment he stepped in here. Not that it really bothered him, just made things a bit more confusing for him.

"I see..." Well, it seemed that no one was able to provide information as to how they got here, so it was time to move to another question. "One of the... erm. Welcomers... said that everyone who was brought here was special. What are we supposed to do here?"