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Who: All y'all
When: Day 1 – Morning
Where: Everywhere
What: School is in

[Somewhere, a bell begins to ring. You may know the type—obnoxious and loud, signalling the start of a brand new day of lectures and learning. Rise and shine, lovelies; wakey wakey eggs and bakey! And with that, just as the toll falls silent, you hear the sound you may have been waiting for: the click of a lock.

You're free to explore.]

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[On hearing that he was there, she immediately takes a half-step backwards and you can practically see her guard go up. She does not want to compete against Sabrans in murdergames...]

... I wasn't there. But I've seen enough of it, and I never saw you there, either.

[well that's a reaction he's never gotten before. At least, not until he tells them about who his patron was]

I looked a little different back then. What do you mean, you've seen it?

...

You answer my question first. Do the names Bluebird or Spark mean anything to you?

[he frowns for a moment, going through all the names - and nicknames - he remembers, before he shakes his head]

I didn't know anyone by those names.

What about... Trill? Her team was 'Wingblades'.

. . . that wasn't one of our team names.

They were orange. And they were in a game run by someone called "Haunted".

I know who Haunted is, but . . . orange was Vulpecula.

... Vulpecula is where Spark was from. Bluebird was from Pyxis, but on a team with him.

[oh. Oh, that explains a . . . lot . . . ]

So you know people from that time.

When I was there, it was a long, long time after them.

Go on.

We were the last round of Blanks before that place was destroyed.

[he shrugs] There isn't much more to it.

Blanks?

... That place should have been annihilated during their time, though. Even if it did get restored, they should have gotten out.

People who gave up their memories. What they called us.

. . . anyone who was - trapped, their souls were released when the pillar was broken.

It sounds to me like we need to trade stories.

. . . mm, it seems so.

What's your name?

... Gray Nightingale. My team- My real team, I mean- is called Takshaka.

. . . another place with teams. [he's frowning again] I'm Shinichi.

Teams and amnesia. It seems to be kind of a theme.

That doesn't sound like a name from a team.

Unfortunately. Is it Aather, then? Or - the library?

[he lets out a small sigh] My nickname was Quartz.

Sorry, but neither.

... You'd rather be Shinichi, then?

. . . you mean to tell me there's a fourth place?

Please.

... You might want to sit down for this.

. . . [okay sure]

... It was a castle. I've never been quite clear on if it's the castle, or the empty void plane it occupies, but it's generally called Kyriakos.

There's... monsters, or something like it, that goes around and wipes out worlds. They get completely unmade, it sounds like. Most people just cease to exist, but sometimes, some people don't get unmade, they just have their souls shattered. The Queen of that castle, a fucking idiot who shouldn't rule a playground, much less a country, brings one of those shards to the little plane Echoes occupy, so we lose all our memories and skills because our souls are gone. We wake up with these mirrors that house the shards of our souls, in our team's dorm and colors, with our patrons there to look after us.

The Echoes run games of all kinds, and we compete, the winners getting pieces of our souls back, and eventually restoring our worlds. But in the process, we don't know whose memories are whose until we try them, so we all tend to see our team's memories... and my teammate is Bluebird, from Sabra.