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Welcome.
It doesn't matter where you last were or what you were doing. What matters is that you're waking up in a decently comfortable bed in a room that's completely unfamiliar. You may feel a bit groggy, like you've slept for too long, but that will fade in time. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave, though don't worry. Your door won't lock automatically so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. The hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused students by now and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now. Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're stuck in here for the time being. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with twenty-nine pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that. Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here. So relax and get to know your fellow students. You might be stuck here for awhile. |
outside room 23!
[ Yeah, Bakugou's not telling anybody about his quirk until he's confirmed that there's somebody even passably trustworthy here. It's sensitive info!! ]
And no, of course not. Do I look like a kidnapper.
[ He looks like a teenage delinquent, yes, but a kidnapper? Eh. ]
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'Cause I'm a damn boss, you idiot...and how should I know? It's not like kidnappers have some universal dress code, is it?
[ If so, she'd like a memo so she can avoid that shit, pronto. ]
Whatever, as long as your ability isn't illusions or shit that'd have to do with this brand of nonsense [ she gives a sweeping gesture to indicate...this entire academy... ] feel free to be as secretive as you want.
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... And illusions? No, it's not. [ He's not going to mention that there's no way for either of them to verify this because uh. ] What about you, are you gonna reveal any tricks up your sleeve that easy?
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[ She's having trouble believing anyone here isn't from Area D, but once she gets past it (it won't be hard, her life is already weird as hell) she'll throw up her hands and accept it. ]
And no, I'm not. If you're being Mr. Secretive, don't I have to do the same? Sol, by the way.
[ She actually straight up doesn't care if he knows her ability, but if he's being contrary she's going to do the same thing as a matter of principle. ]
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[ And he can't really hold that against her, it just seems like a smart idea to him to keep his aces up his sleeve for the time being. ]
... And it's Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki, if you want the full deal.
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Area D. That mean fuck all to you, or is this weirder than I thought originally?
[ GOD...what is her damn life. ]
Just Sol, here. [ Her surname doesn't matter. She doesn't even remember it, really; she'd only been two when Altered began manifesting. She can't remember the people who'd brought her into the world. ]
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[ That... name sounds suspiciously like what you would call a quarantine zone or something... ]
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[ Every country sends its Altered there. This guy hadn't even flinched at her mentioning his ability - so clearly he has one. What Altered doesn't know about Area D? ]
I know for a fucking fact Japan's sending its Altered to Area D just like every other country is.
[ It doesn't sound like she's arguing with him about what he said, though; Sol crosses her arms and frowns, but it's more thoughtful than confrontational. ]
...Guess we're on the "weirder than I originally thought" track. Greaaaat.
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Okay, this is a sidetrack, but... what do you mean by Altered, exactly.
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"Operation Start", "Greek Tragedy"...those are Altered abilities. Well, they don't need the fancy fucking name, but everyone seems to give them names like that, you know? That quack of a doctor can make scalpels and medical shit out of his body. That woman of the North can make you see illusions that'll really kill you - well, this isn't her work, though...
[ Sol would be able to recognize at least that much. ]
What would you call that?
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[ Wrong series, but. Wow such superpower basically. ]
... Wait, so you're saying people like that where you come from get fucking quarantined?
[ If there's a vocalization of the sentiment "???!?!" then he's just made it. ]
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[ That's not the word for it, exactly - though it might amount to the same thing... ]
Area D's a prison island. And once you're in, you don't get out. ...Guess it's kinda like a quarantine, but that might be a little nicer.
[ She's staring at him a little, her arms still crossed. Sol's trying to picture it: a world where it's more normal to be Altered than it isn't. Where you don't have to worry about being imprisoned or killed for something you couldn't even fucking help to start with.
She wonders how pathetic it is that she can't even really manage to picture it. ]
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[ At least, that's how he imagines it'd go if it were where he'd come from, but... he's realizing now just how strange all of this is. The divergence is way too large to just be some sort of dialectic difference, this is whole different worlds in existence. ]
... What... the hell...?
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Never said it wasn't a stupid fucking idea, but that's just how it is. We're...really not from the same place at all, huh?
[ Sol has no idea how that's possible.
But she doesn't know how to explain a lot of things that happen in her day to day life. ]
...So what happens with people with Quirks? You just...go about your everyday life?
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[ Surely INTERGALACTIC KIDNAPPERS is not a logical conclusion to jump to. And yet. ]
And well, yeah, most people do. Some people become villains, others become professional heroes, and... it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Villains go fucking shit up, heroes go putting it right.
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[ AND YET... ]
You a hero?
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[ He's still a minor and all that. Not that he really cares, he would love to just jump into things if he could. ]
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[ and somehow really innocent, but she doesn't add that part. ]
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[ And yep, he sure is feeling like he's got it easy compared to Area D... ]
Anyway, you're in this room? [ He points to 23. ] D'you mind if I check something out?
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[ SOL...but no she steps to the side and makes an expansive gesture. Go ahead, broski. ]
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[ Besides, all he really wants to do is see if the layout is the same, so he's only in there for a minute or so anyway before turning back around. ]
... So I guess it's safe to assume that all the rooms are pretty much the same. Dunno if this is useful or not, but... I guess the only thing differentiating them are the nameplates.
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[ THEY'RE PROBABLY NOT THAT SPECIAL... ]
I got a key to mine, too.
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[ What's the point of being able to keep others out... ]
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[ SHRUGS. She can be thankful for a room of her own, honestly. ]
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