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initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-31 08:05 pm
Entry tags:
- #transport log,
- aerith gainsborough (final fantasy vii),
- alisha bailey (misfits),
- allison argent (teen wolf),
- anakin skywalker (star wars),
- anne boleyn (tudors),
- armin arlert (attack on titan),
- artie nielsen (warehouse 13),
- arya stark (asoiaf),
- barbara gordon (dc comics),
- blaine thorps (original),
- c.c. (code geass),
- cesare borgia (the borgias),
- charles ofdensen (metalocalypse),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- chloe frazer (uncharted 3),
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- claudia donovan (warehouse 13),
- connor (assassin's creed),
- daigo kiryuu (kyoryuger),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- dist the rose (tales of the abyss),
- elaine felkin (original),
- ellie (the last of us),
- flora (the winx club),
- gin ichimaru (bleach),
- halfpipe (godkiller),
- han solo (star wars),
- helena bertinelli (dc comics),
- howard link (d.gray-man),
- huey laforet (baccano!),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- jake english (homestuck),
- jean summers (marvel earth-811),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joan watson (elementary),
- joel (the last of us),
- kallen kouzuki (code geass),
- kano shuuya (kagerou days),
- keith gandor (baccano!),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- lavi (d.gray-man),
- lelouch vi brittania (code geass),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- lucina (fire emblem),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- magical device nemo (code geass),
- merrill (dragon age),
- momo kisaragi (kagerou days),
- monica campanella (baccano!),
- nathan explosion (metalocalypse),
- nunnally vi britannia (code geass),
- oerba yun fang (final fantasy xiii),
- phoenix wright (ace attorney),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- ren (dramatical murder),
- renee montoya (dc comics),
- riku replica (kingdom hearts),
- rudy wade (misfits),
- ruka (yu-gi-oh!),
- shintaro kisaragi (kagerou days),
- sir codpiece (original),
- spike (btvs),
- susan storm richards (marvel 616),
- suzaku kururugi (code geass),
- tempest (original),
- tess (the last of us),
- vanadi "the chaste" (original),
- wako agemaki (star driver),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- ygritte (asoiaf),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- ✝ aster (tales of symphonia),
- ✝ commander shepard [mass effect],
- ✝ dirk strider (homestuck),
- ✝ ezio auditore (assassin's creed),
- ✝ nathan young (misfits),
- ✝ oerba dia vanille (ffxiii),
- ✝ sweet pea (sucker punch),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
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Date: August 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
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. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
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.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
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. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.
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.
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When Shirley hears that voice though, she's completely caught off guard. Sure this Initiative seemed to enjoy bringing in anyone they could get their hands on, but Nunnally? Even her? THAT JUST WASN'T RIGHT MAN. Even more surprising was that when Shirley turned to look at the other girl, she had her eyes open. Having never seen her eyes open before, she almost wonders if this is a case of mistaken identity, but there's just no way she'd forget the voice of one of her precious friends. (Or at least, wouldn't forget about it unless she was forced to, gotta love being Geass'd and all...)
She really must have missed a lot after her untimely departure. Not knowing what exactly Nunnally might have experienced last also poses a problem. In the end, Shirley replies to the other girl with a soft, gentle tone of voice, not sure of what reaction Nunnally might give at seeing her.]
Sure. I'd be more than happy to help you, Nunna.
it was so tempting to not tag back but then I'd look BAD....
[ That small falter in her voice may be more than enough to give away one crucial detail: she wasn't expecting to hear Shirley of all people. The voice is easy to recognize (how could she forget someone with so much hope?) and here she is, offering to do what she does best.
Besides die, I guess.It takes her a moment to regain her composure all the while hoping that her friend doesn't notice. Wouldn't it be strange to tell her she died back home? ]
Did you just arrive too, Shirley? [ What was that about asking for help oops... ]
only tagging me for the sake of your rep i see how it is
I've actually been here for a while already. It probably doesn't make much sense, but that's sorta just how things work here.
sometimes sacrifices must be made
You're correct. It doesn't make much sense, so all that can be expected of us is to overcome it and move forward.
[ Reluctantly: ] Do you mind me asking how long a while is?
is this really what you call a sacrifice
Exactly! Things can get a little weird sometimes, but given that there really isn't a clear explanation for it, I think accepting it is really the only thing you can do sometimes.
Sure. Let's see now... I think it's been just a little over seven months now.
yes how does it feel to be like the sheep or something...
Seven months? [ That's followed by a gasp as to be expected. ] You really are my mentor for this place--um, if you don't mind the role all too much? I'll try to keep my questions to a minimum.
terrible!!!! q_q
Not at all, not at all. [She waves her hand in dismissal.] I don't think you can really call me your mentor when it's just answering some questions after all; I'm sure a lot of people would help with something simple like that. But go ahead, ask as many questions as you like.
oops I did it again
Why they would call for people like us to help out, now that's a mystery that's left me more confused than I'd like to admit.
s c r e a m s
okay I will stop for real
Don't worry: I'll uncover it with my very own eyes. [ Teasingly said. ] Unless you want to keep the hard work from me and just tell me outright.
stares at warily...
I MEAN IT...
We can ask my older brother to be the judge!
OH GOD OH MAN WHAT'S HAPPENING
something magical, MAN
Sorry, I guess I should have tried to be more fair... what about Suzaku? [ Still trying to cheat her!! ]
idk how to feel about this anymore!!!
shit is happening, man
So in good faith, I'll concede to you.
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Thank you for welcoming me to this place. I wouldn't know how to react without a familiar face from home here alongside me.
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Haa, I guess you're right. It would have been rude to especially if I saw you walking away.
[ She can see people doing that now. ]
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