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After the speeches were finished, Tamura Itsuji found himself once more carried along by the tide of students to the classroom he would be learning for the duration of the next year. The journey was one that only further emphasised the sheer difference in scale between Odaiba High and his old school; the number of students, the more modern buildings and facilities, and the size of the grounds … the sight of it all simply gripped his mind in how different it all was. It even distracted him from the state of his yet-to-be-fixed tie, which continued to hang limply upon his neck. Nobody had seemed to notice its unfortunate appearance yet, which he was truly thankful for, but he really wanted to fix it as soon as possible.

So caught up he was in his necktie that the rural boy nearly walked past the door to his classroom. Itsuji glanced down at the slightly-scrunched map in his hands once more, the one that had been annotated with a circle around his desired destination (and labeled with “3-B” in red marker). He looked back up at the sign above the door. There, written in white against a black background, were the words “3-B”.

Upon pushing open the door, Tamura Itsuji found himself presented with a class many times bigger than the one he had previously been a proud member of. On the one hand, the prospect of learning so many new names was a little daunting for the young boy, but on the other hand it did offer yet another surprising and beneficial experience. Of course, there was little time for the rural boy to take in the sight, as he soon realized that he was in fact clogging up the doorway. Never one content to be in the way of others, Itsuji quietly made his way over to one of the few window side seats. At least in this small manner, he could still view the countryside he once called home.

Unfortunately, only a few trees could even be glimpsed amongst the multitude of metal giants.

The ringing of the bell interrupted his musings on the environment of his new school, and the sound of someone clapping immediately drew his eyes to the front of the room. His teacher, a brunette woman wearing a windbreaker, had her palms together, and was surveying the room with steely eyes. The chatter and mumbling of his fellow students immediately lessened in intensity as they all turned their attentions upon her, before dropping entirely the moment she cleared her throat.

“Alright everyone, it’s time to settle down,” she said, clapping her hands together once more. “I know it’s the first day and you’re all excited, but we still have work to do. Now, I’ll start by taking roll. Adachihara?”

“Yes.”

Unfamiliar names left his teacher’s mouth one after the other, followed by unfamiliar voices answering in the affirmative. Itsuji was barely able to keep up with all the names being thrown at him; trying to remember them all was, as he had expected, a particularly daunting experience. He did notice an absence, but any thoughts about who it was and why they weren’t present on the first day of school were shelved when a few seconds later, his own name was called. There was a slight pause as it registered in his mind, but before the boy could reply, the teacher spoke once again, this time saying his name in full.

“Yes,” he immediately responded this time, albeit with a little more effort than necessary.

There was a small smile from the teacher in his direction, one so slight that he thought he’d imagined it, before she immediately continued on with the roll. She seemed like a nice enough person to him, which boded well for his future in the class. Yet as more names were called out, he found his attentions drifting back to the window once more.

“Oh, Takeya-san.”

The sudden divergence from the usual calling of names merited a glance back to the front of the classroom. His teacher was looking over towards the door, and as his eyes followed her gaze, Itsuji caught sight of a familiar black-haired girl at the door. His mind supplied the reason a second later - she had been one of the two important-seeming students sitting on stage during the assembly. It looked as if she was going to be in his class too.

After nodding back at the teacher, the girl (ostensibly named “Takeya”), immediately glanced in his direction. For a second, he thought she was looking at him, but her eyes drifted past him to the empty seat in front of him. Itsuji watched as she walked across the room and sat down in the chair, placing her bag down next to the table leg. Now that she was closer, it was more apparent that her hair wasn’t actually black, but merely a rather dark brown. However, as soon as she had settled down into the seat, he found himself the target of his teacher’s gaze … and the gazes of everyone else in the class.

Suddenly the main actor, instead of merely another face in the crowd, Itsuji found his body jumping straight out of habit. “Good mornin’,” even with such common words, Itsuji’s northern, rural accent bled through. “My name’s Tamura Itsuji,” it was at this point in the introduction that the rural boy found himself stumbling. He wasn’t quite sure what else one was supposed to say in an introduction. After all, the last time he’d introduced himself to a class, he had still been in elementary.

After the brief pause, the boy simple finished with “I’ll be in your care,” a bow, and a return to his seat. A moment later, Tamura Itsuji once more faded into the crowd as the teacher continued on with the day’s lessons. His name only came up briefly once more, as the teacher instructed the brown haired girl from earlier to be his guide after class. It appeared, that this Takeya-san was quite a capable student, if the teacher’s placed so much trust in her. That explained why she had been on stage during the assembly.

The teacher, who he now knew as one Inoue Kasumi, then carried on with the day, starting with a rather impromptu review of the previous year. For his part, Itsuji found himself staying rather quiet, after all he wasn’t quite sure what the others had covered in the previous year. For instance, his history class had focused on covering the start of the Tokugawa Shogunate all the way up to the Meiji Restoration, yet from what he was able to garner from the other student’s answers, they had spent the year covering the 20th Century and end of the Showa period.

Thankfully, with the first day being only half as long, the rural boy didn’t have to sit in silence for too long. As the final bell rang, and the other students hurried out the door, the rural boy found himself face to face with the brown haired girl who was now giving an introduction of her own.

Nice to meet you too, Takeya-san. I hope this tour isn’t too much of a bother for you.” Came the boy’s reply, as he gave a bow of his own. “Where to first?


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A cool spring breeze was the last gift Tamura Itsuji received from his hometown as the young man boarded the train that would take him to his new destination. Glancing out the window, Tamura Itsuji waved goodbye to his family and friends once more as he set out for quite literal new lands. The thought occurred to him, as the carriage began to slowly pull away from the platform, that this would be one of the last times he would be able to see them for the coming year. It was a melancholic feeling, one that only grew as the distance between him and that which he called "home" grew larger and larger.

With little more to do, but sit back and enjoy the music of his Sony Walkman, Tamura Itsuji soon discovered a newfound weight to his eyelids. Before long, as plains gave way to trees which gave way to roads, the young man found himself lulling into a deep sleep. Yet in his dreams, darkness soon gave way to a small murky fog. The dream itself was an odd one, although Tamura Itsuji couldn't quite place his finger on the reason why. Instead he found himself feeling rather uneasy, but at the same time the area felt like home.

Thou art I...

The voice, almost a whisper, hung in the air for a few seconds too long. Like everything else in the murky fog, something felt off. Yet somehow, the voice seemed eerily familiar, as if it had emerged from a faded memory of long ago. However, any questions Tamura Itsuji may have possessed never found the opportunity to be expressed.

Wakefulness returned to him. Itsuji stretched out his neck with a yawn, feeling the cricks fade away with every motion. A female voice rang over the speakers, its repeated announcements alerting him to his impending arrival. The strange dream was already fading from his memories, left behind in Morpheus' realm as his addled mind adjusted to the waking world.

It was the towering buildings of steel that first stole the boy's attention as he stepped onto the platform. Back home the tallest objects were the trees around him and the great mountains were always visible. Yet here in the land known as Odaiba, it appeared man had surpassed nature. Everywhere the young man looked, marvels of humanity caught his eyes, from the lights on each building, to the tall lady raising her torch, to the beautiful white bridge that joined the island back to Tokyo Bay - nothing was the same as back home.

There were no mountains in the distance. No rolling fields upon which crops grew and livestock grazed. Instead, a world of glass and steel surrounded him. The scent of nature had given way to the fumes of industry. People - waves upon waves of them - bustled through the streets, an endless horde of noise and activity. A marked departure from the gentle hum of summer cicadas and chirping birds, nothing like his quiet, lackadaisical home.

Yet the time for sight-seeing and cultural shocks would come later, as for now the boy had to find the address that school had provided him earlier. Fumbling around with his map, and whipping out his old flip-phone, Itsuji attracted a few odd looks as he tried to track down the address in his messages on his map. Eventually though, he managed to pin down the route he had to take and set off in the direction of his new home.

Thankfully it wasn't too long of a walk, and the young man soon found himself face to face with a rather nondescript apartment complex. With a quick glance at his phone to ensure this was indeed the right place, Itsuji moved on to step two of his instructions: Meet the landlady and receive his key.

His arrival had not been unexpected in the slightest. Upon his approach to the apartment's office, he found himself being swept up by a storm of enthusiasm. The landlady had been clearly waiting for him, and immediately took his on a whirlwind tour of the facilities that were on offer. Important locations (boiler, laundromat, her office) were shown to him one after another, and vital information (water usage limits, WiFi password, noise levels) were rattled into his ears with amazing detail. It was all very overwhelming to Itsuji, and he was left in a state of bewilderment until the landlady ("call me Ms. Yamashita!") finally brought him to his room, handing over the keys with an enthusiasm he was slowly beginning to get used to.

For Itsuji, who had lived all his life in a one house, his new room was another proverbial shock to his system. On the one hand, the sparse and humble abode felt significantly smaller than the house he had been raised, and yet almost paradoxically its emptiness also made it feel far larger than the busy house he had previously called home. There was no Souta running around the kitchen, no Hajime crying because Kenzo had broken her favorite toy; instead everything was oddly quiet. Itsuji wasn't sure whether to breathe a sigh of relief at the newfound peace or feel a nostalgic longing for the bustle he had grown used to.

Setting his bag down, Itsuji took note of a small piece of paper attached to the kitchen counter: a letter from his new coach.

Hey Tamura,

Hope you had a good journey, let me know if there’s any problems with your room. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow at assembly, can’t wait to see you blitz the track. Speaking of which first practice is next Thursday right after school.

Best of luck!

P.S. Your uniform is hanging in the closet.


He slotted the information into his mind for later. After the long journey down from Iwate, he was far too exhausted to properly handle the burdens of unpacking and settling in. With a yawning sigh, Itsuji hobbled over to his bed, dropping down onto the mattress without even changing out of his clothes. The soft fabric rose to meet his falling face, and within mere seconds, sleep once again welcomed him to its domain.

I am thou

Once more the eerie voice called out to Tamura Itsuji, but this time it was far from alone. A chorus of tiny, but distinctly inhuman, sounds of laughter seemed to echo after the words. As Itsuji spun his eyes around, he saw small specks of light circling beyond the fog, but more intriguing was the mass they were circling around. A figure stood, its details obscured by the fog, with one hand clutching a shield and the other a sword. Though it was dark and murky, Itsuji could still barely make the shape of a helmet adorning the distant figure.

From the sea of thy soul, I come ...

The eerie voice and uncanny laughter resounded once more, and Tamura Itsuji found himself being drawn towards the unknown figure. Yet his slow walk towards the being yielded no fruit as the fog seemed to leave him eternally walking forward. Each step only increased the distance of the figure by an equivalent amount. It was only the blaring sound of his alarm that snapped Itsuji’s eyes open once more and allowed the dream to fade back into the unconsciousness. The flashing red numbers indicating the time as 6 AM stirred the young boy into his morning routine, the time for idle dreams was past.

He groggily rolled over onto his back, eyes blinking away the shroud of sleep to meet the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling. It took him several seconds to remember where he was. The memories of the last day of travel rapidly flowed through his neurons, reminding him that he was no longer at home, but in a faraway city, about to attend a completely new school. No, it was no longer a faraway city now; for the duration of the year, this would be his home.

Itsuji pushed himself up, tiredly pulling off the sweaty clothes that he had worn through the night. Even in a new environment, his morning ritual remained the same as always, and his body instinctively went through the motions as if it was on autopilot. The dirty clothes were clumsily discarded, the cold shower forced his mind further into wakefulness, and his teeth were brushed with little issue. By the time he was putting on his fresh uniform, his eyes were no longer drowsy, and everything had gotten a little sharper.

The necktie, however, posed a problem even for his conscious mind, and after several failed attempts at properly wearing it, Itsuji decided that his variant of the knot was probably acceptable enough for the school’s purposes. With that issue temporarily resolved, the boy began to eat breakfast, consuming a few slices of bread, a banana, and a glass of milk. He also made a mental note to grab some groceries on his way back home; there wasn’t enough pre-stocked in the fridge to truly cook a hearty dinner.

Once his meal was complete, Tamura Itsuji made his way out the apartment door, eyes glued to a map the school that had so generously provided. He wanted to say goodbye to his landlady as he was leaving, but she wasn’t present in her office, leaving him bereft of even the slightest of familiar faces on his first day in Odaiba. Thus, he found himself beginning his walk to school in silence, consulting his paper map nearly every ten steps just to make sure that he was going in the right direction.

The walk to school was an entirely new experience to him. Beyond just the new, radically different environment he was now living in, the growing number of other students appearing in his path was far more than he had envisioned, particularly when his old school barely had a fraction of the amount before him. Teenagers in black uniforms floated past, chattering to one another in indistinct tones. Itsuji felt lost, trapped within a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Still, even the knowledge that Odaiba High’s student population was many times his old one’s did not prepare him for the breath-taking sight of almost hundreds of teenagers passing through the gates. It was almost impossible to conceive, but the reality was there in front of him. He could only follow them in a daze of amazement, eyes unconsciously returning to his map to ensure he was still going the right way, and that he hadn’t gotten lost in a completely different world.

Despite his instinctive reaction to stand still and watch in bewilderment, the rushing of the crowd soon found him propelled alongside the others. On the one hand, this meant the boy didn’t need to try and track down the assembly hall, but on the other it meant he was dragged along at a pace and swarm of people he was completely unfamiliar with. There was a nary a moment for the young man to catch a breath, as he soon found himself at the front of assembled crowd alongside his fellow (and completely unknown) third years. His eyes briefly surveyed the stage, taking note of the principal, a few teachers (including his new coach) and two students who looked to be of some import.

Speaking of said important students, it was thanks to them that he realised just how out of shape his tie was. The epiphany came the moment he saw their, properly-done ties, and it immediately prompted him into action. Even when those on stage had begun their speeches, Itsuji was attempting to discreetly (and clumsily) rectify the mistake he had made earlier that morning. The words that were leaving the mouths of the speechmakers went in one ear and out the other, and he hoped that it wasn’t too important that missing out would have a negative effect on his year here. What he wanted to do most, however, was try and make sure that his tie was done up properly before anyone else noticed.

Hopefully he was discreet enough for that.
TBA.
If you've got space for one more I might be interested.
O.o I'm not even gonna ask

But I do worry that these new slots could totally ruin the whole 'oldest and thus queenshit' thing because I'm a selfish bitch like that


Given the conduct of certain members of the administration of this game, Fabricant, I truly believe you might have the least claim to the title of "selfish bitch".

Nevertheless, I can see my interest in this game is not wanted. I shall depart.
Well, that was rude.

And there was a finally a game I was kind of interested in.
Okay @grin@tracyarmav@monochromatic rainbow I'm going to smush you three into one collab with me just as soon as I get Megelis extricated from his current position. So we will do a follow up collab. So Rainbow and I will wrap up our current one and do a planning one which wont include Megelis, but it will have everyone else who will be looking for people to blow shit up and just generally cause problems for Southgate prison security.


My bad, I should be able to post and get that moving along later tonight, tomorrow at the latest.
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