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myvillainacademy2019-09-16 11:56 am
allforevil) wrote in myvillainacademy2019-09-16 11:56 am
ORIENTATION
[When you start to stir from your slumber, you awaken to the smell of dust and rotted wood. Your bed is far from comfortable -- lumps in the mattress, a tattered blanket that barely keeps you warm and a pillow almost as hard as a rock-- and you'll immediately see there are others in your room with you.
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
no subject
I mean, not gonna categorically say no, definitely not, because there's a lot of spacetime fuckery, multitrack universal drifting, some collapsing timelines shenanigans and all that kinda bullshit in my past, so, y'know, maybe, you've met some version of me at some point and this version of me doesn't remember shit so I'm rudely being like, nah, you've never met me before and you're being nice about it but, uh. Yeah. Like I said, I don't think so. Haven't met that many people in general. Might have been a dead me. Sorry, if we have.
[That doesn't explain anything. Just stacking cans then, since she's gonna participate.]
no subject
...I see. I'm sorry for the mixup, then. It's just, ah--you seem so familiar, but I can't place my finger on why.
[ she stacks a can and takes another one ]
no subject
[First of all, no he doesn't, secondly, no that's not who she's thinking of.]
no subject
[ There's a noticeable pause as she continues to sort through her memories, as hazy and distorted as they are. Right. There was a lot she didn't remember from the time she was human, but none of that was important.
Was it?
It's like looking through a layer of fog, but there's something recognizable in his hair, his eyes--even if they're mostly hidden by those sunglasses Dave please. ]
Where are you from, might I ask?
[ She doubts the answer is "Zhou dynasty China," but she wants to make sure ]
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[THEY'RE CALLED FASHION, JUNKO.]
Anyway, I'm not from there. I'm from, uh. Earth? [That's not very specific.] But not really any more. Because Earth is total space dust.