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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. |
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A lot of people here are, I'm sure.
[It's about now that Kaneki realizes he's been talking to everyone without ever...properly introducing himself, even though they all can get a vague knowledge of one another from those profiles. It doesn't feel right.]
You're...Katsuki-san, right?
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[ Look, he's bad with names, but the important thing is he identified Kaneki... right? ]
... Now that I think about it, that's not exactly a great adjective to have here. [ Not as bad as volatile, though... ]
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Yeah. I don't...really like it, either.
...you can call me Kaneki, though.
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[ Meanwhile, here he is with a descriptor that sounds like it was ripped from an extremely unflattering psych eval. ]
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[He trails off, glancing away for a moment.]
Do you feel like yours is accurate at all?
[If he's honest with himself, his...does have some truth in it. The Conductor just decided to pick the worst sort of descriptor for reasons he can't fathom.]
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I mean.
I guess I can see where it comes from.
[ ... ... ... ]
But still, fuck that guy, this is fucking defamation!!
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[...]
...unpleasant.
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Your guess is as good as mine. I'm sure it's some sort of judge of their character, not that it makes much sense.
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[And most are pretty big words, now that he thinks about it. If he wasn't such a literature buff, he doubts he would have known what Acquiescent meant.]
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[ Wow. Look at who's talking about bad personalities. ]
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Yeah. I'm sure we'll find out their purpose eventually...even if it ends up taking a while.