Game 2 - Prologue

I want to call him "Elvis Porn."

Oh my. Hehe

Don't you think you ought to offer some context, Brown-san?

"Elvis Porn" is the title of a song by Neil Cicierega, AKA Lemon Demon.

Ryouichi Kanue wrote:

Do you have a last name Duggo, or should we just call you Duggo?

Just "Duggo", thanks. No family = no family name.

Heya.

Smythe, yeah, i think my name is right like that, also, i know shit about kanjis, so feel free to put a cool one next to my name

And also, i am still waiting for my avatar to be drawn, for the one to offered to do it, no rush, take your time, but i would appreciate it if you sent it into this account now instead of the other one, but anyway, thanks again!

Here and accounted for, sir!

Hello, everyone. My name is Daisuke Kokubunji.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

:sighs, wanders into the room, and sits down next to her sister:

*looks around the gathered class* Well, this promises to be an interesting class, if nothing else. *slight smirk*

Zetsumei Oushou demands to join this class.

A tall good looking young man enters the classroom, he smoothly runs a hand through his blonde hair and smiles at everybody.

"Good morning everybody, I'm Anshou Mizukin."

It's strange that this guy, he is quite obviously western in origin, but he gives a Japanese's name?

"Hello!" Rikiki calls back and gives Anshou a tight hug before going to the seat next to Ashibue.

"Hi-who-are-you-I"m..." She rambles cheerfully to Ashibue, apparently unaware that Ashibue likely doesn't want to talk to her.

Theeeeere we go.

Got rid of that annoying GoogleMap that tells everyone's location and spoils anonymity.

Naomi walks in the room, her eyes burning with passion. She takes a corner seat, alone. She sighs and waits for class to begin.

Having given a smile and a polite nod to each of the newcomers, Ryouichi leaned back against the wall, his eyes sweeping over the room. Every new conversation that reached his ears had him more and more in agreement with Midori. This would certainly be an interesting year. However...

"Brown-san, don't forget that you have other people to greet. I'm sure this one won't mind if you go talk with some other newcomers." Ryouichi said with a kind smile towards Ashibue, one that went unnoticed by Rikki.

:suddenly swings around, butting in between her sister and the chatty girl:

Hi, I don't believe we've met yet. My name is Hikari Kijou and this is my twin sister, Ashibue. I'm sure you can see she's a bit afraid of you. She doesn't like to talk to people. I'd say something like, She'll warm up to you eventually, except she won't. She never does.

:smiles at Kiriki: So it'd be best if you didn't talk to her at all. If you really need to ask her something, you can talk to me. How's that?

Anshou sits next to his childhood friend. "Is everything alright, Hikari-chan?"

:smiles brightly: An-chan! :throughs her arms around Anshou:

Oh nothing serious, just meeting the new girl.

Kasahara enters the room with a confident look upon her face. Her dark eyes scan the room, generally studying each of her new classmates. Knowing that she needs atleast one friend to rely on, she tries to appear amiable.

"Ossu!*" She greets everyone as she takes a seat in the center of the room. Not in the front to draw attention the instructor's attention so much and not in the back, where she'd feel left out and alone. The center is ideal for her.




*Ossu = Rough or slang for saying good morning, usually used between male peers. Equivalent to "Yo" and "What's up".

(RAWR! Is my name really that hard to spell?)

Rikiki rose from her seat to see Kanue.
"HAI!" She yelled and gave Kanue a tight hug as well.
"Hey..." Squinting at the name roster, she contined, "Can-oe. Hey Canoe! How are you today..." *high-speed jabbering*


(Yes, I am aware it's prononced Can-oe-eh.)

Midori watched from her place leaning against the wall, arms crossed and eyes watching as each person entered the room.

Two sisters, one shy and silent, the other brash and aggressive and apparently the speaker for both.

A young girl with a lot of energy, a voice to keep pace with it, and absolutely no inhibitions about personal contact.

An effeminate westerner with an eastern name, and apparently a friend of the speaker for the twins.

A dark-haired loner with blazing eyes.

A quiet young man who seemed to know the talkative girl, and the only one who had thus far acknowledged her presence, a nod she'd returned just slightly with a soft but brief smile.

Two young men, one with a pudgy face and one with long dark-red hair, who hadn't done much yet but introduce themselves.

A stranger with odd hair and... a guitar?

A girl with short hair and a cheerful disposition, prone to using slang greetings. A tomboy more than likely, given the combination.

She decided to make her way towards a place not quite in the middle of the room, about halfway between Rikiki & Kanue and Kasahara at the classroom center, and took a seat without a word, then resumed her pose of leaning back and crossing her arms, observing the world around her.

Naomi sat quietly at her desk. She thought in her head for a minute. Then stood up and walked towards somebody else who looked like they were in need of a friend. She sat in a seat beside Maka. "Hi, my name is Naomi". She said in a soft sweet voice.

Igarashi entered the room, not paying particular attention to anyone already in the classroom, he scan the room for a place to sit on, and saw a seat near two girls, one a blue haired girl and another a brown short haired one, he proceeded to take a seat in there making a silent courtesy nod to the two girls.

Duggo lounges casually across a pair of chairs. He flicks the sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose, and has a look around. Yeah, this is pretty much what he expected. Oh, well. It'll be worth it in the end. Hopefully this training business isn't too boring.







Note: Lucille, in this case, isn't a guitar, although there is the image of a guitar inlaid into her hilt.

She gives the red-haired man a nod in return before a grin spreads upon Kasahara's face. As she turns her attention towards Noami, she notices that the other girl seems sweet and kind at first glance. First impressions are lasting impressions right? Kasahara keeps that in mind.

"My name is Maka Kasahara. Please, call me Kasahara!" The short haired brunette extends a hand out to her formally and tilts her head to the side, still maintaining her grin. "Yoroshiku, ne?*?"




*Yoroshiku, ne? = Equivalent to "Pleased to meet you/ Let's be friends/ Let's take care of one another". "Ne" is used at the end of a sentence to add "right" or "okay". The phase is therefore used as "Let's be friends, okay?"

Slowly, silently, and without notice, a tall young man slips into the room. Dressed in a robe resembling that of a Shinigami's, however it parted at the chest just enough to show a grotuesque scar sprawling over his chest. The scar, although partly covered by the robe, was obviously the length of his entire upper torso. The claw appeared to have been created by some sort of claw, giving the uneven, ripping, style of cut it was. The only other feature that stuck out of the mans was his eyes, they gave off a sort of lonely presence, this was solely because the man was lonely.
The man had actually crept in before most everyone else, but had remained undetected as best he could. He knew at least one of them had seen him, but had failed to acknowledge him. Now, as most had entered the room, he had spotted two people of whom he would like to interact, however he decided he would rather await more arrivals. Aside from people he would like to talk to, he had also decided some whom he would like to avoid; the first being this 'Rikiki' person. She would drive him mad untill he killed her, he also couldn't imagine extended time around the person who looked like the cover one of those 70's albums back on earth, but he knew that he shan't judge a book by it's cover.
Satoko then decided to take a seat, the one he took was towards the right side of the class room, nearby to window, gazing out the window into the sky he became aware that surely his movement would lead to one of the other students watchfull eyes to catch him, he just hoped that they should avoid talking for now. In his comfort, Satoko dozed off slightly, leaning his desk backwards into a precarious posistion. Satoko stretched lightly, yawning in relaxation, however this signle stretch was enough to teter the desk, which he had unevenly put weight on anyway, off balance, leading to it tumbling over and into another desk, burying Satoko under both desks. In a scramble , he managed to get upright well straightening both desk upwards, not without creating enough noise to be mistaken for a small herd of stampeding elephants. He looked around the class at all people who had jumped with start at the sound, and were sure to have their attention diverted to look at the location of the rumble.

Looking around uncomortablely, Satoko managed a quiet "Oops", before stepping backwards in an attempt to leave, falling directly over the desk he had been originally sitting in, and tumbling backwards out the window. Wishing he remembered what story he had been on, Satoko fell to the earth below thinking of what a great first impresion this would make on his other classmates;
Great, I'm the class clutz.

Igarashi turns to looks at the crash he heard at the other side of the class room, a tall man that looked to have lost his footing had fallen trough the window, most might have took him for a clumsy fool, but Igarashi had noticed the big scar the man had in his chest before he fell, that guy definetly had battle experience, and decided not to make bad assumptions about him.

Still, that man looked as he might need some help standing, Igarashi was not one to leave someone looking like a fool, so he proceeded to stand up and leapt outside the window and landed towards the fallen man, and without a word he stretched his arm to help him up.

(i messed up and did not realize he had fallen outside, i have edited now.)

"Nn?"

Hearing the loud commotion on the left side of the room, she leans to the side to peer past Naomi*. The only things she saw were a pair of legs being pulled out from the window. Has someone just fallen out the window?? Certainly she wasn't the only one who noticed it. Kasahara readies herself to get up and go outside to check on whoever fell, but changed her mind instantly. It'd be rude to just leave her first acquaintance while in the middle of trying to get to know each other.

She looks to the blue haired girl next to her with a confused expression. "Anou*, Naomi? Did you see someone fall out the window just now?"




*I'm assuming that Naomi is sitting to the left of me so I guess she's between me and Satoko. Seating arrangement in the middle of the class?:
Rikki & Kanue?? -> Midori -> Kasahara -> Naomi -> Satoko

*Anou = equivalent to "Uhm/Umm"

Satoko looked upwards at the man who had outstreched a hand towards him, he took the hand and hoisted himself upwards. "Thank you, I'm much obliged" Satoko spoke politely, but their was a certain rasp to his voice, as though he hadn't spoken in a long time and was unused to it. Upon further inspection he realized that Igarashi was indeed one of the two people he had wanted to talk to. "My name is Satoko Takeshi, and you are?" Satoko's nervous shifting should make it obvious to Igarashi that he was uncomfortable with the whole class glaring at him, and that he almost wished he had fallen out the window, just to avoid this bombarge of pupils and iris'.

Igarashi helped the man up and after he thanked to him, Igarashi simply nodded and gave a dry smile to him, when the man introduced himself, he simply replied: "Igarashi Sakimoto" and then he took the man by the shoulder and took him away from there, "i believe you don't want to stay here for too long, right?" Igarashi said in a now more friendly and less dry manner.

Naomi looked at Kasahara in shock. "Is he ok?" She then looked at her new friend, hopfully this friendship would last a long time she thought to herself.

Satoko nodded in reply as Igarashi led him away. Satoko pulled his rob front closed slightly more, but still enough to give the scar some air. It appeared as though most of the class had resumed what they had been doing, or so Satoko was pretending anyway. For now, with the rest of the class out of his mind, Satoko figured he had ought to get to know Igarashi better, he would first describe himself to the man who had helped him, but he didn't know enough to go into details. "So, giving the assistance you just gave me, I suppose we ought to get to know eachother? I'd start, but I'm rather clueless in that area, Hollow bumped me on the head you see, can't remember anything before this scar" Satoko ran a finger over the scar, as though Igarashi hadn't noticed it at first, "A Hollow can his claw right accross here, that's where I learned that brute force can't solve all your problems, for I had been throwing punches like a mad-man", Satoko laughed quietely, suprisingly easygoing about the topic of his death. " If I hadn't have side stepped slightly the beastly creature would have gotten to taste my soul. The attack did, however, send my body sprawling through air, untill my head collided with a cement wall, I think that's what really did me in. The Hollow was about to eat my soul when a group of Shinigami came out of seemingly no-where; that Hollow was naught to dine on me that night", Satoko chuckled again, when he noticed a trickle of blood sliding down his cheek, it had sprung from a cut he had gotten when the desks fell upon him. Silently he brushed it away, becoming cold and quiet again. He looked at Igarashi, hoping that his share of what he recalled of his past might lead to learning more of his new comrade.

*A male with green hair walks in a bit late. He's tall and has yellow eyes. He slinks into the back, hoping no one notices him.*