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Entry tags:
- !!round change,
- alex furest,
- america,
- aradia megido,
- chie satonaka,
- dave strider [au],
- davesprite,
- dolorosa [au],
- giovanni,
- golbez,
- guinevere kirkland,
- ishizu ishtar,
- itsuki koizumi,
- jade harley [au],
- japan [au],
- kevin smith,
- kotaro mochizuki,
- louis,
- neophyte redglare,
- prussia [au],
- rose lalonde,
- santana lopez [au],
- soubi agatsuma,
- yuki yagizawa,
- yuri lowell
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.
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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most of us
have shit to do
places to be
so just deal
there isnt really any way to escape
but youre free to try anyways
[Dave is the most unsympathetic thirteen year old.]
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[ which was a bit ironic to say to a mute person ]
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you talked to me first
so fuck you
second of all
im not even talking
now isnt that something to think about
hmm
this guy not making a sound is being told to shut up
sure sounds like someone is having some hearing problems
[And Dave of course calls her out on it.]
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[ she's snatching the sunglasses off of Dave's face, breaking them with both of her hands ]
Asshole.
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He literally lunged at Belarus, ready to get in a stupid, shitty fistfight with her. It was like something snapped the moment she snapped his sunglasses. His wall was broken. The only thing keeping glaring red eyes hidden away from the world, gone. But that wasn't what made him so angry.
He couldn't remember why this made him so angry though. And he thinks it's almost silly that he is throwing such a huge fit about it. But they were important, and god damn, he was protective of his crap, regardless. She could break his PDA. Scuff up his uniform. Hell, spit at him. But the sunglasses were definitely something no one should ever touch without his permission.
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[ she was kind of pleased with his reaction, this place was boring and it had been a long time since she got in a good fight. alas, she didn't have her knife with her so that was a bit of luck for dave.
once their bodies clashed against each other, belarus quickly raised her heel to send a kick at dave's stomach ]
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He didn't give any shits about a pretty face. If she wanted a fight, he was going to damn well give her one. And if she had a nice shiner for the next week, then he'll at least be pleased that she'll look like hell for breaking his stuff.]
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shes viciously rips off one of her gloves so she can dig her nails into dave's face, scratching him as hard as she can ]
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He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks it swiftly, in whatever direction he thinks will irritate or hurt the most.]
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she lets out a hiss and reaches to grab dave by the front of his shirt, digging her nails into his neck
which is leaving the two of them in an awkward pose.... dave pulling her hair and belarus with her nails in his throat ]
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He makes out a silent cough or some kind, because, wow that fucking hurts you bitch.
So he's now gonna pull at her face. Because. Because apparently this is smart. But he's hoping that if he keeps yanking at her cheeks, she'll let go of his goddamn neck already.]
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kick him again so he'll stop touching her face
because that is gross, dave and not smart!! ]
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Yeah. Guess who's breaking your respective grips with sharp, precise jabs of her hand into key muscle areas and then knocking Dave over onto his side so you're not in contact with each other any more.
Also, she looms really well for a slight wisp of a woman. ]
My, my...
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But then he sees Nanami. And suddenly, he isn't so angry anymore. Maybe...scared is a pretty good word. Except Striders don't get scared. He definitely didn't want to deal with her again so soon though. So he quickly grabs his PDA and broken sunglasses and pushes himself back to his feet.
Dave doesn't say anything (he can't duh), but the look he has is trying to be as nonchalant as possible. His eyes were telling a different story. The look was apprehensive. An accurate description, most likely a wounded animal.
He shoves the sunglasses into his pocket, leaving the PDA in his hand in case he had to type something out. He stood rigid though.]
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it was fun while it lasted. you know what won't be fun? the bruises and after pain, like the throbbing pain in her face when dave punched her ( which was still bleeding ) and could have been possibly broken ]
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[ oh, wait. The woman at least is new. ] Ah, never mind. I will take you there myself.
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[ she's cupping her nose now
shit, that goddamn brat ]
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im heading to work
[As long as she doesn't make him go with her. He doesn't care if he looks like shit during work. He'll just find tape for his sunglasses and deal with it.
He doesn't even bother looking at Belarus.]