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]

Oh I have it [she shows her the list] but if I don't know your face I can't exactly cross you off the list. [sarcastically] But, yay, you're here. Do you have any questions?

Wait, Ishtar? Do you have a brother?

[antiquitied]

[She opens her mouth to respond, but stops. Ding ding ding, congratulations Santana for being AWESOME and mentioning him.]

Two, yes. Is one of them here?

[straightupzorra]

There's a Marik here, dresses like a girl sometimes. He yours?

[antiquitied]

[Despite the 'dresses like a girl' bit, she smiles and nods.]

He is. Might you know where he's staying?

[straightupzorra]

He's in Conquest too, I'm sure you'll run into him eventually.

[antiquitied]

Wonderful, thank you.

[straightupzorra]

And again, do you have any question.

[antiquitied]

If I did, I would have asked them by now, yes?

[Stated without a single drip of sarcasm.]

[straightupzorra]

[wow. she hates you.]

[JUST WALKING AWAY NOW]

[antiquitied]

[Well fine. BE THAT WAY, SANTANA. D=]