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[1] Really, Nanami had forgotten how dull the initial stages of her stay at Rakuen had been. No one had accepted their roles yet; no one was developed enough to be a threat. She wasn't needed at all. She could barely recall seeing the original head prefects in those first weeks. It was odd, because she must have encountered them, seeing her the way she saw the newcomers now. Weeds, everywhere, and she was held back, sheathed, unable to stamp them out. She sighed, a quiet, graceful noise, and leant back into the cushions of her armchair. Her tea, steaming, sloshed slightly as she rested the mug on the sidetable.

It wasn't a sword's job to tell the weeds from the saplings, after all. Was it? No, she would sit, and wait, and bide her time. The mayor would tell her when to move. And if she took some time out of her day every morning to sit in front of her tower, and place a hand on the larger handprint against the pale block, well. That was her business. He wasn't here any longer. And she was still alive.

"It's such a bother," she murmured to herself, lifting her mug again. Uncaring about whether she was overheard. "I really don't enjoy this job."

[2] [ The girl standing before you is neat, diminutive, graceful. Pale. A good breeze would probably knock her over. But she's smiling slightly, hands clasped in front of her, and she's watching you exit the train with the absent intensity of a surveillance camera.

Whilst she sounds polite, there's not an ounce of meaning behind her words. ]

Good morning, and welcome to Rakuen.

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[ Miwako looks about in confusion as she steps off the train, clutching the briefcase she was given close to herself. ]

Er... g-good morning... Rakuen?

Yes. [ oh, they really don't know anything. ] It's the name of the town.

[ What a... strange name for a town. Miwako stares at the other girl. ]

It... it must be very nice if it's named Rakuen. [ Awkward pause. ] May I go home now?

It is pleasant enough, I suppose.

Leaving would be completely impossible, I'm afraid. You're enrolled at one of the schools here now. It would be impolite for you to leave, don't you think?

Um...! [ She really wouldn't want to be impolite, but... ] But I'm already enrolled in a different school, so there has to be a mistake. Who... who enrolled me?

[ a little chuckle ] Why, you did, of course. I suppose you might have trouble remembering for a little while...

Remembering...?

[ Come to think of it, what was her old school called? What was it even like? She can't remember a thing about it, other than that she hadn't attended for a very long time. Is she still enrolled there? ]

...and... who are you?

Nanami Yasuri. Ah, but I should introduce myself as head prefect of the Fortitude school, now. [ bow ]

It's nice to meet you... [ She bows back. ] Miwako Aihara.

Is there... anything I should do right now? Since I apparently can't go home yet.

Let's see... Which school have you enrolled with?

...I don't know. I found a green and black school uniform inside this briefcase, but...

How convenient. You'll be with me, then, in Fortitude. [ she rests a hand against her own black and green waistcoat ]

[ At least Nanami seems nice enough. Miwako still doesn't like this, though. ]

Ah. Should I go there, then?

Hmm, if you prefer. You might not get very far, if you do not know the way.

O-oh, that's right. Um, where is it, then?

Unfortunately, Fortitude is rather far from this station. Relatively speaking. I'll take you there.