On the platform: Meet the new characters!

[utopiamods]

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.

Comments

[straightupzorra]

"Hey, you could just have really dumb parents who liked the name, maybe you're not really a country."

[scarredchick]

"Do nations need parents? Nein, didn't think so!"

[straightupzorra]

"So you're an orphan, that doesn't make you special."

[scarredchick]

"Nein," she shook her head as she said it. And then smirked, "I'm an immortal personification of a nation and somewhere over eight hundred years old. Don't you wish you could look as good as me when you reach that age?"

[straightupzorra]

"You know, you keep talking but I all I hear is 'Hi, I'm a crazy bitch.'" She'll leave the jab at her appearance alone, she knows that she's hot stuff.

[scarredchick]

"You just can't handle something as awesome as me," she says with a smirk. That's how she feels about the crazy comment.

[straightupzorra]

She laughs loudly, "Awesome? You think you're awesome? Now that's rich."

[scarredchick]

She just smirks. "Nein, I don't think anything. I know I'm awesome. More than I can say of you, Santa," she said, purposefully messing up the name.

[straightupzorra]

"You're right, you don't think. And it's Santana, hell, you can call me Satan if you want."

[scarredchick]

"Wow, is this how you greet everyone? You really do suck at it. And I said that on purpose, way to let sarcasm fly right over your head."

Total deadpan.

[straightupzorra]

"Hey, just respect the name, okay," she says while rolling her eyes.

[scarredchick]

"Ja, I'll respect you... when you learn to respect your betters," she said.

[straightupzorra]

She snorts, "Your betters? Here you're nothing, I don't care what you were back home. Right now, you're a student and I'm both a Prefect and Staff. Fuck you."

[scarredchick]

"I'm too old to be a student anywhere! No mortal school can teach anything worth knowing to someone as awesome as me!" She flips her hair back behind her in a dismissive gesture.