Welcome.

[trustfellows]

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.

Comments

[hentopan]

Sorry [ That could not be more sarcastic- ] I'll try to keep in mind not to insult your precious ears. You do know that bullshit means nonsense, don't you? Or is that somehow not accurate enough to describe this entire mess?

[notaccurate]

[He actually considers this for a moment. Hope you wanted a real answer here, Terumi.]

'Balderdash' may be a bit more accurate, yes.

[hentopan]

[ Laughing. ]

Oh man I haven't heard anyone talk like that aside from that shitty old man. Don't tell me you're a werewolf too? The whole look certainly fits!

[notaccurate]

[What.]

Werewolves aren't real.

[hentopan]

What a boring ass world you must live in. Course, maybe you could just be blind too.

[notaccurate]

Blinded by your ineptitude, perhaps.

[That is muttered under his breath, and it actually sounds different as he says it. Because the words are still translated, but he actually switched languages when he made that comment. He's not expecting anyone to understand what he just said.]

[hentopan]

That's some interesting- what is it, Italian? You're speaking there.

[ The question is because it doesn't exactly sound right to him, but he knows so many languages that they can jumbled up in his head sometimes. ]

[notaccurate]

[HAHA WELP]

...

Sevallese, actually.

[Which sounds just like Italian.]

[hentopan]

Huh.

[ That actually sounds serious before he moves on. ]

You can insult me in as many languages as you want you know, I don't mind~.

[notaccurate]

[This icon here is exactly the look Luca is giving Terumi right now. Because what the fuck kind of kinky-ass bastard are you?]








Noted.

[hentopan]

[ POOR LUCA.

Terumi just laughs. ]

So you gonna keep goin', or are you going to admit that I know more than you think I do?

[notaccurate]

Knowledge means little without proper application.

[Said, once again, in fantasy!Italian. But he's not making an effort to be quiet this time.]

[hentopan]

Buddy, buddy, considering I helped design a weapon that wiped out an entire nation, I'd say I know a little about application.

[ You're getting a response in traditional Italian but since it's translated, it probably just sounds like he's put on a slight accent. ]

[notaccurate]

[Yay for translation funtimes!]

Then surely you can design a weapon that can wipe out this steel door, yes?

[hentopan]

I could freakin' kick down this steel door if this body was working properly. But sure, there are plenty of souls wandering around here. Want to volunteer?~

[notaccurate]

[He holds a hand up.]

I'll pass. My soul is not available for taking.

[hentopan]

I'll keep your request in mind~.