trustfell | Welcome.

Rise and shine.

There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long.

You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing.

It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though.

Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy.

You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people 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 not getting out of here anytime soon.

The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five 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 Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile.

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A lot of bitching and whining.

[ ...probably not long. ]

[Goodness.]

A rather direct one, aren't you? I can appreciate that much.

Hah. I don't see a point in being anything else.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Kimblee, right?

[Oh, bless you for not trying for the first name.]

Indeed; it's a pleasure. Mr. Terumi, wasn't it?

Terumi, just Terumi.

[ It's a small miracle he called him by his name tbh (and he defaults to last names lot), but in this case it was more of a confirmation then him actually being anything near polite. Odds are low it will happen again before his tradition of nicknames begins but hey small blessings. ]

You ain't ever meet an alchemist named Platinum, have you? Short, huge glasses, likes to whine about how she's sorry she betrayed her friends.

I know a fair amount of alchemists, and a fair amount that like to complain about such things at that. But never any by that name, no - would that be her title or her given name?

Keheheheh!

[ Apparently it's amusing that there are more alchemists in the universe that fit that description. ]

Platinum the Trinity is her title, Trinity Glassfile is her name.

[Wh...]

Certainly no one by that title, then - I've never heard anything like it.

I prefer to call her shitty glasses or four-eyes, it fits her much better.

[ But then he shrugs, and the level of emotion in his speech relaxes slightly. ]

Not surprised, this place is all over the freakin' continuum. What kind of alchemy do you do anyway?

[...Well, all right, then.]

Ah, it's more suited for combat than anything, which people tend to find a little disagreeable... It's based around the creation of explosions, so I find it to be practical enough either way, as did our military.

[He's a walking bomb, in other words.]

Explosions, huh? [ By his grin it seems like he approves. ]

Don't do much with alchemy anymore, but used to argue with four-eyes all the time about using souls for a power source—she never shut up about how cruel and inhumane it was.

[Oh, that gets a soft, vaguely amused noise out of him.]

That does tend to be a bit of a debate among those who aren't complete heretics.

Or at least, I'm certain it would be if it was common knowledge that we do things like that.

[Kimblee, for fuck's sake.]

It isn't as though it's even all that unethical, at its core. If anything, if you have it at your disposal, it seems something of a waste not to.

Yeah, yeah, that whole red tape about not letting civilians and the grunts know. It's such a freakin' waste of time, but politics will be politics.

[ This is an ordinary conversation. ]

I've never given a shit about ethics, it's just the easiest way to do things even if it has its own perks.

It's got a nicer feeling to it, as well. While we're being honest with one another.

[Because god, you can feel it straight down your spinal cord? Philosopher's Stone transmutations feel absolutely fantastic, there was a reason he wanted to keep his.]

Let me guess: you don't have that weapon here?

[ There is some small misunderstanding going on, but honestly Nox Nytores and Philosopher Stones share a similar base that he can agree that using them does feel good. Listening to the screams of the souls who were sacrificed to make it is really pleasant, obviously. ]

[See, you get him though.]

Unfortunately not. I did verify that earlier, it was rather disappointing all around.

Same goes for me, but it isn't too surprising—not the first time I've materialized without access to Ouroboros. Still a pain, though.

[ His hands are in his pockets, but he'd much rather be tossing the familiar chains between his hands, or even his butterfly knives really. ]

[This is such a fucking comedy of errors, oh my god- ]

My alchemy doesn't seem to be working properly either; I wouldn't still be here, if it were.

[ It totally is. ]

Same with my other powers, but I never liked doing that whole teleporation shit.

Teleportation, really. That's a new one by me.

Really? Well I guess all alchemists don't technically have to be mages.

[ Are we going to be having the magic talk. ]

There's usually some sort of problem with the situation, if they're claiming to be both.

[...He means more like "ahaha wow you sure are exploiting this entire city full of people with your bullshit" as opposed to "there is literally some sort of issue with the alchemist that isn't generalized corruption" but you know. Same difference.]

Ohhhh? What if you've been called both? Not that I give a shit about what people call me.

It more or less just means that you're probably trying to sell something.

Wait, you've never seen real magic before as an alchemist? None of that rabbit out of a hat crap.

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