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[initiates]

Date: January 3rd
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "You're in luck that we have enough rooms for all of you; the housing building is getting awfully full. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."

You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.

Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air, though it hasn't turned to snow. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables, bundled up against the weather. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.

The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"

Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?

Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium

Comments

[honkalypse]

[He's mostly just wandering around, looking for more paint. He needs all the colors. But then he sees Tavros, and he can't believe his eyes. It has him staring dumbfounded for a couple seconds. Then Tavros gets knocked over and Gamzee is instantly utterly pissed off and ready to murder someone.

In fact, it's the paint that saves the poor fuck who knocked over Tavros from getting clubbed, because his arms are too full to pull them out and no way is he dropping it. But still, he's there in a flash (or a flashstep) and snarling, in between Tavros and said poor fuck.]

MOTHERFUCKER WHAT ARE YOU GONE AND DONE, KNOCKING MY BEST BRO GROUNDWAYS?!

[toreadorkabull]

-=tavros freezes at the snarling, that was pretty unexpected. he clings to his leg, pushing himself around so he can see.

and thats... even less a thing he expected. Gamzee growling? Yelling? Angry?=-

G-Gamzee?

[honkalypse]

[It doesn't last. As soon as the person beats a retreat he's all smiles. There's something off in his smile, and he's noticeably taller (and a little thinner) than he was. On the other hand, he's better groomed too. His voice fluctuates in pitch and volume, but not uncomfortably. He makes no moves to help, at least yet.]

Tavros! Never thought this brother would be laying my lookstubs all down on my best bro again. Got some motherfucking joy getting its fizz on out of me, that you're getting down with this place.

[There's a pause for a breath, two, and then a bit of uncertainty creeps into his voice.]

You are being a real motherfucker and not some dream my pan is putting on all for me to hurt at, aren't you?

[toreadorkabull]

-=tavros is so confused and it reads clear on his face. all he knows his that he's been shunted into some random other dimension with a bunch of other dimensionly people and things are different now. again.

he's still in shock as much as he's confused, so his already muted reactions to things were even longer delayed then normal=-

I, uh... am not a fake thing, last I checked. And I would think, if I were to make myself up imaginarily, I would have legs that were not so broken.

[honkalypse]

[He relaxes a little, and the smile turns more natural. Closer to the smiles he used to wear.]

Then get yourself all up here, bro. No worries about your bitchtits legs being cracked up. Blue motherfucker will be getting his repairs on of them in no motherfucking time.

[A bit of edge seeps in his voice, just a bit, and he's very casually promising Equius's help without even asking. He doesn't offer a hand up either, but that might be because of his precarious hold on the paints in his arms.]

[toreadorkabull]

Equius is gonna be... so mad at me, for my leg being made broken.

-=tav doesn't even think to ask for help, he just struggles to get back up again with one leg, one crutch, while refusing to let go of said severed hunk of metal=-

[honkalypse]

He won't being up and mad at you for that shit, bro! But at the motherfucker what broke your leg.

[There's a beat of silence, and when he speaks again, it looks like the thought just occurred to him.]

It wasn't being you that got that sweet ride all snapped, was it? You got yourself down with taking care all of what's yours.

[toreadorkabull]

-=he hangs his head, hand clutching hard at his broken leg=-

I, uh.. tried to fight Vriska, because she is a for real bad guy that does bad things. Then she stabbed me and I fell. So, uh... yeah. It was my fault.

[honkalypse]

[This is new information. So Tavros was being more like a troll now too, and getting hurt for it. But Vriska is scary as motherfuck, so... He makes a noise that could almost be called thoughtful.]

Got to sounding to me like she shouldn't have been doing that motherfucking unrighteous shit what made you fight. Still being her fault.

[toreadorkabull]

-=being who he is got him nothing but ridicule, being what's expected of him got him killed. he's just sort of lost right now=-

Still feels like, it is more mine. Due to losing and making her mad.

-=not that she looked mad. she'd actually looked like she was having a lot of fun=-

[honkalypse]

[He's not sure what to say to this. On one hand, Tavros is his bro. If he says Vriska was needing to be stopped, she was. On the other, making Vriska mad is a bad motherfucking idea, that much is true. In the end he just shrugs.]

Don't get no worries on about who's motherfucking fault it's being. Get those struts of yours all fixed up and then we can hang all like the bros we're being.

[toreadorkabull]

I will, uh.. try my very best, to do as you say. Even if it seems, a very hard thing to accomplish.

-=he shifts uncomfortably=-

Sorry I haven't been, a very good friend, since I was sleeping so much.

[honkalypse]

A brother's got to be getting his nap on sometime. Don't be giving no apologies at me for that.

[He looks at Tavros for a few moments. He's not feeling no anger at the sleeping; he wasn't being much motherfucking better, even awake. But, there was a long time without other trolls, excepting two, and Gamzee has decided that the more trolls, the better. Even if he doesn't got much liking of them himself. Bitchsis is needing them all anyway.]

Just don't be getting no leaving on and we'll be the squarest motherfuckers that were ever being. Dig?

[And with some awkward shuffling and fumbling he finally manages to extend his hand for a fist bump. Or something approximating one.]

[toreadorkabull]

-=he still wants to curl up and sleep forever, just runaway into some dreamland and never come out. but prospit was gone and his last hope of flying, so even that didn't have the appeal it once did=-

I am not, uh.. planning on going anywhere. I would not even know, where else to go.

-=he hesitates a moment, then tries slinging his leg over a shoulder so he could try and return said bump=-

[honkalypse]

[That gets a big, bright smile out of him. Oh, he knows that Tavros might disappear; he's seen it happen, but right now, with Karkat and Tavros and Kanaya he can feel a bit of hope that Tavros won't disappear.

Not enough to drown out that slow gnawing terror inside completely, but enough.]

You'll be liking it here! All kinds of things for a troll to be getting himself in.

[toreadorkabull]

What... kind of things?

-=he shifts to get a better handle on his leg=-

I, uh... am still kind of confused, about how all this happened.