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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's not something I'm in a position to do right now.

[The "unfortunately" is implied.]

I'm only a Lieutenant Colonel; I'd need to have a higher ranking to do anything of the sort.

Keheheh, no you don't—not if you know where to push and prod. Kill a random civilian here, a soldier there, it's easy really!

I don't have any interest in killing anyone myself. I'd get caught trying to do something like that.

[#priorities]

[ Again with the laughter. ]

You don't have to get your hands dirty if you don't want to, but it's more fun that way trust me. You can just as easily get someone to murder if you know how to break 'im.

...You're an interesting man. Your name is Yuuki, correct?

[i am so sorry, also he kind of screws up the pronunciation but listen, he's from not-Germany, cut him some slack]

Eh? Terumi, just Terumi, isn't that how you soldiers address each other anyway?

[ He seems less annoyed and more like no one has ever addressed him by his first name before which is. actually true in BB canon.

wow. ]

Terumi, then. That's how I address other soldiers, yes, but since you don't appear to be one, I thought you'd prefer your given name.

[But he totally gets it. It'd be like if someone called him "Frank". No one does that.]

No, I'm Japanese anyway.

[ That reminds him, hold on one second. ]

Amestris isn't just some country in Europe they added in this continuum?

[Judging from the blank staring...]

I've never heard of "Japanese" or "Europe".

[ THE BIGGEST SIGH. It's not at Archer, that's probably clear at least, but his life is so hard. Why does everything have to be a goddamn mess. ]

Right, right. What were you doing before you woke up here anyway? You weren't running some experiment or some shit, were you?

No, I wasn't. I was on a train to Dublith with one of my subordinates. We should have been arriving there shortly. What about you?

[ ............... ]

I was about to merge with one of my vessels.

[ Shrug. ]

Vessels?

[...He's not really expecting Terumi to elaborate, but might as well try!]

You know, bodies that are made for you and all that.

[ He might have explained more but he sees the word "Chimera" and just assumes that Archer knows the basics of Alchemy. Or maybe he's just here for the shock value?

It's both tbh. ]

Ah, I see.

[He knows a bit about alchemy, but he's certainly no alchemist. Bodies that are made for a person are a bit beyond him, from the sound of it. Still, he doesn't sound off-put by it at all.]

Fascinating. I'd like to hear more about it sometime.

[ ... I mean that wasn't the answer he was expecting but this might be more interesting in it's own way. ]

If we really are stuck in this shithole, why the hell not.

Of course I'd prefer it if we aren't trapped here, but if we are... well, I'll seek you out at some point.

[He's sort of smirking when he says it.]

Welcome.

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you have fulfilled my dreams thank you redd

you're so welcome

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