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[welikeike]

[ACTIONS FOR ELIZABETH]
There is a blue-haired boy lying on the sidewalk in some part of FDC. He doesn't seem to be doing too well, but nobody's around to assume responsibility for him. The strangest thing is that parts of his clothes seem to be freshly charred. Stranger yet, he's holding a sword in one hand, and a crumpled-up piece of paper in the other, both with an iron grip. The paper seems to be a letter or something.

One soul would be the lucky one to rouse him from his unconsciousness.

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[GENERAL ACTION]
There's a newcomer at Smash Academy. He's dressed strangely, with tattered clothes and a long, flowing red cape that is similarly torn at the edges. He's spending the day wandering around and getting to know things around this place. He's bound to be anywhere you want him to be.

No matter what time he's approached, he seems bothered about something, be it his predicament or the unfamiliar modern commodities that he has a hard time understanding. Feel free to approach him and HELP A GUY OUT.

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[welikeike]

Well that was... strange. Ike cocked an eyebrow at Pit's fake coughing fit, but decided not to press on it too much. Even so, it seemed like this boy knew his name already, so why ask it?

"It seems you already know my name somehow," he began. Yes, Pit, that coughing fit could not convince anybody in the world. "And if it was a guess, you got it right. I'm Ike." Now came the tough part. He'd have to explain all of that stupid enrollment business that he didn't agree to. Ike shifted, rather fed up with all of the obstacles this school kept giving him. "As for your room, it's a long story. I'm supposed to be your roommate, but I have no intention of staying. It's all a big misunderstanding. I'm not supposed to be at this school, and I don't know how I got here in the first place."

[raw_angel_power]

"No, I..." Well, maybe it wasn't too weird if Ike was such a big deal where he came from and all. He should just let it slide back down where it went unnoticed. "...Well, the thing is, I already have a roommate. So maybe this is just one big misunderstanding!"

Did Jolt leave? So suddenly, too! Or did he change rooms? Oh no... What if Jolt got fed up with him asking for help all the time? He should have been more self-sufficient...

[welikeike]

Wait, he already had a roommate? It didn't look like it. One side of the room was practically bare, so unless he had a roommate with little presence, that didn't seem right. Ike looked over his shoulder at what he assumed was Pit's side of the room.

"Well, this is just the key they gave me," he said with a shrug. "Maybe it's another misunderstanding, you're right. I'm getting a lot of that today."

Ike stepped out of the way to the room. It was Pit's room after all, right?

[raw_angel_power]

Taking this physical cue, Pit wandered into "his" room. He went over to where his side of the room was but his advance died when he noticed that something was very wrong.

His belongings were missing. It was all someone else's. Not Jolt's, either. Was it Ike's? The amount of personal belongings was scant, such as a few hoodies and a computer, but such items didn't seem to suit Ike, especially if he had only just got here.

"What?! Where's all my stuff?" He frantically sent his eyes all over the room in desperate hopes that maybe they had all been shoved aside. "There's got to be some mistake! This... This is Room BE-08, right?"

[welikeike]

Ike double-checked the plaque indicating the room number. BE-08 is what it said, which happened to match the room number that erratic headmaster assigned to him as well. This student seemed to be having a problem with that, though, and Ike believed him.

"That's a problem," he agreed, taking a step back into the room. It was safe to assume that the stuff on the other side of the room wasn't familiar to Pit, so they weren't his roommate's, either. "Maybe we've got the wrong room somehow. Are you sure you're looking for BE-08, um..." Oh. He hadn't learned his name yet. "I never caught your name."

[raw_angel_power]

"I'm Pit." He'd smile and say it was nice to meet him, but right now he was really confused and preoccupied with his problem. Pit stared at the key and read the numbers on the tag, which were easier for him to read than letters.

"BE... seven?" The angel stared at his key, gripping it with both hands and almost hunching over with his intentness. "That's not my room... Why do I have this key?"

[welikeike]

Well then. Things were starting to fall into place nicely.

Ike came over to examine Pit's key, checking the tag himself. Sure enough, that's what it said. "Then that's settled," he declared, and shrugged with one shoulder. "Why don't you try that room, Pit? I can't imagine why it would change, but it couldn't hurt to check."

[raw_angel_power]

The winged student clutched his key tightly and cried, "Right! I'll be right back!" before zooming out of BE-08 to poke his key around BE-07's door. Sure enough, it conceded to being opened.

Pit's stuff was mysteriously right where it was when he left it. Oh, right. He'd heard students chat among themselves about how their rooms had changed overnight without them even noticing. This must have been what happened here. In all his time attending Smash Academy, he'd never switched rooms once. This was a brand new experience.

He slung off his messenger bag and hung it up on the rack by the door, then retreated back to his old room, where Ike would have stayed were he keen on doing that. His face was etched in shock as he slid in dramatically. "It's true! All my stuff is in BE-07, like nobody touched it! That's so weird..."

[welikeike]

"Who knows." He'd suggest any manner of things, but anything was possible. The keys, the plaques themselves, or both. "At least you found your room."

Still, that attested to something about this place. "Does... this kind of confusion happen often?" he asked, almost dreading to hear the response. It was weird enough that he hadn't found any leads as of yet, and even weirder that nobody seemed to be telling him how to get home. It was like some sort of dream world where nothing made sense.

[raw_angel_power]

"Yeah," Pit replied, a little too casually. "I shouldn't be so surprised."

[welikeike]

"No, I think that's perfectly reasonable. Anyone with some sense would be."

Headmasters in the form of floating hands wasn't something he wanted to talk about, but everything here all together was making him feel like he was losing his mind.

[raw_angel_power]

"Maaaaan, I had that room for years." The angel's shoulders sunk as he said that and so did his head. "So many memories. It's gonna be hard getting used to a new one."

[welikeike]

"Sorry for taking your room," said Ike, without regarding the fact that he'd said earlier that he had no intention of staying. "Still, is it really that big of a difference? The room doesn't keep your memories. You do."

[raw_angel_power]

"That's right," Pit agreed, letting his eyes wander over the expanse of the dormitory with a nostalgic smile, placing a hand on his hip. "My memories are in my head, not this room. I think the most trouble I'll have is making sure I don't accidentally try coming into this one again. Please don't hold it against me if I do!" He laughed, then cut it short when he remembered Ike's problem.

"Oh! You aren't staying. Maybe you should go visit the headmaster's office and take it up with them?"

[welikeike]

"I don't know how much help that would be," he stated wearily. He'd had just about enough of those headmasters. "They were oddly persistent about me staying. They even had it in them to say they were expecting me! Talk about strange." He shrugged, and headed for the door. "They can enroll me all they'd like, but I'm not interested in staying when I have business back home."

[raw_angel_power]

His grin fell, and he took on a more solemn tone. "Yeah, that sounds pretty annoying. Hmmmm." As if he wanted to advertise that he was thinking, he placed his finger and thumb, which were splayed in an L-shape, beneath his chin and focused in on the floor near his feet. "...I don't know much about the inner workings of this multiverse deal, but a lot of people are able to find a way home, even if it's for a vacation. I'm sure the people who are depending on you can hold their own until then."

[welikeike]

"Well, yeah," he agreed. The Greil Mercenaries would do without him, but it frustrated him that he had no say in the matter. "Still, I didn't choose to be here. And if that choice were in my hands, I'd return. Everybody's probably wondering where I disappeared to."

[raw_angel_power]

"And they might think the worst if you leave without saying where you were going." He grabbed onto his own arm and scrolled his eyes over to the window as he soaked in Ike's predicament. "I wish I knew how to take you back."

[welikeike]

"I'll figure it out somehow," replied Ike. His resolve was solid, like there was nothing that was going to get in his way. "I'll keep looking until I find an answer. It's not a big deal that you can't do anything. But I appreciate the thought."

[pitticus]

Pit looked away from the window and toward Ike with a smile. "I bet you will! Though... I'm kind of disappointed. If you stayed, maybe we could have been friends?"

[welikeike]

He smiled a little.

"Sorry. I've got to do what I've got to do, and that's to go back and lead the mercenaries." He nodded at Pit. "I'll remember you, and keep that in mind. Maybe I'll get the time and come back someday. ...Somehow."

Because he wasn't even sure he knew how to get back here. Maybe somebody would know of this place back home.

[raw_angel_power]

"I get it! We all have things we have to do," agreed Pit as he departed the room. "Good luck trying to get back, then!"

[welikeike]

"Thanks," Ike called back, and watched Pit leave the room.

He could only hope the matter would as simple as it should seem. But maybe he'd be sticking around for longer than he wished.