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

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

[She approaches Dolorosa without hesitation.]

A jade blooded troll~? Oh, what a delightful taste. [Personal space? What is that? She forgot. So she might be circling her with morbid fascination.] But you are a troll. I can see your horns and you are not pink like everyone else.

[mamarosa]

[Dolorosa does not mind the circling, in fact she is a bit intrigued by her]

A troll who dares to wear such a shade of red, I may commend you on your own delightful taste. Yes, I am a troll and I am jade blooded. I am Dolorosa, may I ask your name?

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

It is not like I care for what others think. It is not against the law to wear what I wear. I should know. [She's...you know. That one job with the justice and shit man.]

Neophyte Redglare.

Dolorosa? How peculiar. I feel like I had heard that name somewhere.

[mamarosa]

Such a shade of red would have been blasphemous in my time, easily worthy of death.

But it is nice to meet you, Neophyte Redglare. I would be surprised if you knew my name, it is not something that would be schoolfed, but to know that perhaps you are aware of my circumstances is a bit uplifting.

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

I was rather privileged, I suppose. But things do seem to change, or my work was top notch that scolding me for my attire was just an embarrassment to them.

I do not need to be fed information to seek it. It is part of my job to be knowledgeable. I take utter pride in what I know. [She feels like something is amiss though. Like she should remember more pass the Dolorosa. Yet she doesn't.]

[mamarosa]

Then you must be highblooded, teal, I am guessing, by the other color of your attire. Status always does come along with privilege. And what is your job exactly? You will be glad to know there is plenty of knowledge to be found here.

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

I am a teal blood, but I do not understand how that signifies that I am high blood. [Guess who knows jackshit about the hemospectrum.]

My job? [She frowns a little.] It seems I no longer can recall the name of it, but I am very avid in taking down those who break the rules. I am quite passionate to exact Justice on those that deserve it. [Now she's bothered why she can't recall the name of her job. Surely, she would not forget such an important detail.]

[mamarosa]

You are higher than most, does that not make you a highblood?

That would be one of the memories that has been taken from you, you can buy it back for 40 Raks at the shop, but I'm afraid you only start with 20.