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LemonsA loud buzz came over the various speakers littered around the several floors of the tower. Though unintentional, the audio feedback made for a great way to get the attention of the students. As the feedback subsided, several loud knocks were broadcasted. Mumbles followed after. After a brief period of awkward silence, a voice began to project through the speakers.
An elderly voice said in an excited tone that seemed to be forced.
The elderly voice no longer spoke, but the loudspeakers were still noticeably buzzing. After more short mumbles, the loudspeakers finally turned off. Teachers began to instruct the students on where they should go, if they were still lost.
Once all the students had made it to the lobby, blinds had been deployed over the windows and the lobby lights were dimmed. A large spotlight was placed over the center stage (which was more of a giant wooden box on wheels moved against a wall). In the center of the spotlight was a podium, and behind the pedestal was an elderly man who sat in a wheelchair. The elderly man appeared to extremely weak, his muscles atrophied to the point of being bound to a wheelchair. It appeared as if you could break his bones by blowing on them. The old man tapped on the microphone multiple times to ensure it was turned on. He began to speak.
"Greetings our new class of... Whatever year this is... I am the creator of this academy." He said, his voice extremely weak. The elderly man coughed multiple times (thankfully, away from the microphone as to not project the sound into the crowd). "I see many of you feel passionate about dueling... That is a good passion, yes. I see that some of you have already become friends. That's also good. But just remember... The old man stopped speaking for a few seconds. Without any warning, he leapt from his wheelchair and landed on the podium, much to the surprise of everyone.
"Remember on how we got started! Remember why we still duel to this day! Remember why we lose and why we win! Remember to make friends along this difficult journey! But most of all... Most of all..." The old man stopped speaking as he grabbed the microphone. He tossed it on the ground. A loud bang followed, but was cut short by a young man working audio turning off the speakers. The old man yelled at the top of his lungs: "Remember to believe in the heart of the cards!"
His words echoed around the lobby. The yell was much louder than the speakers usually are. His small body seemed to be full of vigor now. He crawled off of the podium and sat on the wheelchair once more. All that strength appeared to fade within a second as he once more became wheelchair bound.
The teacher who handed out the decks and packs came up the the podium as the old man was pushed away by a young woman. "Please listen to your new dorm locations." He said, still uninterested.
"Earth... Various names were called out, most of which were completely unfamiliar to each other. "Floyd Edwards, Ethel Cilantro, Hayato Ray..." More unfamiliar names were called out. It was also very noticeable that he didn't try to pronounce any name correctly.
He then moved on to the next listing. "Wind... Clementine Goorin, Haas Mesman, Megan Clarinet, Venwyn Ale..."
Then to the final listing. "Light... Yin Yang, Michelle Klean, Vincent Goofus..." He said. It was almost as if he was intentionally messing up the names.
"All students, please visit your room at the underground dormitories... The doors should have your name on it." The man quickly left the podium as the spotlight ended and the lights returned.
As the students got to the dormitories, they noticed that each room was different. The Earth rooms were, well, accommodating. There was a dresser that contained nothing but mud-colored uniforms and a single twin-sized bed with pure white sheets. On the dresser lay a small order form, to which they could order up to 2 personal commodities.
The Wind rooms were more accommodating. They had bigger rooms with twin-sized beds. They had access to a (albeit small) closet containing their light green uniform (which were the best, by the way). On the opposite side to the bed was a vanity make-up table with various empty drawers. There also was an order request form, to which they could order up to 4 personal commodities brought to them.
The Light rooms were the best for all of the first years. They had a rather large room and a rather large closet which contained their "golden" yellow uniforms. They also had a full sized bed instead of a single. On their fairly large vanity table, they had a small scented candle with the smell of brand-new card pack. To the left of the candle was an order request form, to which they could order up to 6 personal commodities brought to them, along with a different design of uniform (if they desire).
As night fell, students began to sleep. what should have been a 10 hour rest had been cut short at the 5th hour. A loud speaker blared out to each room.
"Greetings soon-to-be professional duelists!"
An elderly voice said in an excited tone that seemed to be forced.
"As our entry duels complete, we now invite you to come back down to the lobby for a more formal introduction and further information."
The elderly voice no longer spoke, but the loudspeakers were still noticeably buzzing. After more short mumbles, the loudspeakers finally turned off. Teachers began to instruct the students on where they should go, if they were still lost.
Once all the students had made it to the lobby, blinds had been deployed over the windows and the lobby lights were dimmed. A large spotlight was placed over the center stage (which was more of a giant wooden box on wheels moved against a wall). In the center of the spotlight was a podium, and behind the pedestal was an elderly man who sat in a wheelchair. The elderly man appeared to extremely weak, his muscles atrophied to the point of being bound to a wheelchair. It appeared as if you could break his bones by blowing on them. The old man tapped on the microphone multiple times to ensure it was turned on. He began to speak.
"Greetings our new class of... Whatever year this is... I am the creator of this academy." He said, his voice extremely weak. The elderly man coughed multiple times (thankfully, away from the microphone as to not project the sound into the crowd). "I see many of you feel passionate about dueling... That is a good passion, yes. I see that some of you have already become friends. That's also good. But just remember... The old man stopped speaking for a few seconds. Without any warning, he leapt from his wheelchair and landed on the podium, much to the surprise of everyone.
"Remember on how we got started! Remember why we still duel to this day! Remember why we lose and why we win! Remember to make friends along this difficult journey! But most of all... Most of all..." The old man stopped speaking as he grabbed the microphone. He tossed it on the ground. A loud bang followed, but was cut short by a young man working audio turning off the speakers. The old man yelled at the top of his lungs: "Remember to believe in the heart of the cards!"
His words echoed around the lobby. The yell was much louder than the speakers usually are. His small body seemed to be full of vigor now. He crawled off of the podium and sat on the wheelchair once more. All that strength appeared to fade within a second as he once more became wheelchair bound.
The teacher who handed out the decks and packs came up the the podium as the old man was pushed away by a young woman. "Please listen to your new dorm locations." He said, still uninterested.
"Earth... Various names were called out, most of which were completely unfamiliar to each other. "Floyd Edwards, Ethel Cilantro, Hayato Ray..." More unfamiliar names were called out. It was also very noticeable that he didn't try to pronounce any name correctly.
He then moved on to the next listing. "Wind... Clementine Goorin, Haas Mesman, Megan Clarinet, Venwyn Ale..."
Then to the final listing. "Light... Yin Yang, Michelle Klean, Vincent Goofus..." He said. It was almost as if he was intentionally messing up the names.
"All students, please visit your room at the underground dormitories... The doors should have your name on it." The man quickly left the podium as the spotlight ended and the lights returned.
As the students got to the dormitories, they noticed that each room was different. The Earth rooms were, well, accommodating. There was a dresser that contained nothing but mud-colored uniforms and a single twin-sized bed with pure white sheets. On the dresser lay a small order form, to which they could order up to 2 personal commodities.
The Wind rooms were more accommodating. They had bigger rooms with twin-sized beds. They had access to a (albeit small) closet containing their light green uniform (which were the best, by the way). On the opposite side to the bed was a vanity make-up table with various empty drawers. There also was an order request form, to which they could order up to 4 personal commodities brought to them.
The Light rooms were the best for all of the first years. They had a rather large room and a rather large closet which contained their "golden" yellow uniforms. They also had a full sized bed instead of a single. On their fairly large vanity table, they had a small scented candle with the smell of brand-new card pack. To the left of the candle was an order request form, to which they could order up to 6 personal commodities brought to them, along with a different design of uniform (if they desire).
As night fell, students began to sleep. what should have been a 10 hour rest had been cut short at the 5th hour. A loud speaker blared out to each room.
"Would all students please arrive in Arena B1 for a... special event?"
