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

[britainsbiscuits]

"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?"

[heroiccia]

"Oh that's an easy one!" America perked up almost immediately after she asked her next question. "Apparently we're supposed to act like we're in school. There's also a contest every week or so where everyone fights each other."

[britainsbiscuits]

Why did they have to go to school? They were countries. England knew much more than humans did. She was about to argue with that before America continued with more information.

"Fight? As in... Do battle?"

[heroiccia]

"Yeah, kinda. Players fight players and everyone else is a weapon." And now he's entering into lecture mode. Something that he's been attempting to improve ever since he became a teacher.

[britainsbiscuits]

Fight? Weapons? America lecturing? No, this certainly had to be a dream! England made a face that showed how confused she was. "Th... That doesn't sound like any school I've ever seen!"

[heroiccia]

What was wrong with him lecturing? America would have her know that he is an amazingly awesome teacher. She would just have to ask his students. "That's 'cause it's not like any other school! There's also like, two or three other yous here."

[britainsbiscuits]

"So I've heard," she grumbled. England would not admit how much that hurt her... How could she be heard if there were already others? "Th-that's beside the point. Why make people fight? What is the purpose?"

[heroiccia]

He just gave her a small shrug. "Don't know. What I do know is that they're a bunch of asses and are gonna get their butts kicked by me once I found them." That was a promise. He most likely would end up doing that. After all, whoever they are were obviously a bunch of bad guys, and since he's the hero then it's his job to kick their asses.

[britainsbiscuits]

"So you're saying someone else is forcing the students here to fight..." Now things were starting to fall into place. Not much, England knew, of course, but at least she was finding certain pieces of the puzzle. She took hold of her chin with her thumb and her forefinger, glancing down at the concrete. "And that someone else is most likely the being that kidnapped us."

[heroiccia]

"No, forcing everyone. Plus, we can pull weapons out of our chests...well the people who are the players can anyway." As vague of an answer that is. It may help open up a whole new avenue of questions to be asked to him.

[britainsbiscuits]

It certainly did. England sputtered a moment, unable to fathom what America was saying. Finally, she went with the most glaring detail. "Out of... peoples' chests?"