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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

[for_guild_justice]

[He and Sturm smell fear, and he likes it. Ah, it's been too long since he took the time to harass someone over something so... stupid.]

Looking for a dry place, huh? [He makes a show of debating if he wants to believe that or not.] Why are you afraid of me, skinny? Maybe I could direct you to a dark, dry place....

[imusntrunaway]

[Shinji takes a step back. Then another.]

Please. Please, don't.

Someone... they're waiting for me. At the Hold. [It's a half-lie. There's no one he knows there, but the people in charge who took him here in the first place... they'd notice if he went missing, right?]

...my muse is so awful :|

[for_guild_justice]

[Clive doesn't move to follow, confident that he doesn't have to in order to keep driving the kid away. His lips curl into a smirk at the plea, and he eyes the boy with interest.]

Are they now? Who's waiting for you? [How long until the kid breaks and flees?]

i like that B]

[imusntrunaway]

The... The Initiative. They... if I disappear...

Shinji is very easy to torment :X

[for_guild_justice]

[He raises an eyebrow of interest before chuckling. It's a mocking noise.]

You think they care or take stock of a single person? Look around, skinny... there are plenty of people here in the same place as you. No one cares.

universe rule #1: all things bad will happen to shinji

[imusntrunaway]

[The words ring all too true. Suddenly, Shinji feels as though the ground's dropped beneath him. His voice comes out as a squeak.]

That's-- it's not true. You can't. The police-- people-- they won't let you!

Yes, yes, I agree with this rule entirely

[for_guild_justice]

[He tilts his head, waiting for the kid to just drop or run. Neither comes about just yet, but he knows it's close. Then he can have a good old laugh.]

And what people are really going to be fast enough to stop me? I suppose your worries will be over by then.... You won't need to be dry anymore.

[imusntrunaway]

[That does it. Primal instinct kicks logic out of the way and settles in. Shinji backs slowly away, hands up, and abruptly breaks into a run, pushing his way into the crowd. Angry reproaches follow him, but he doesn't stop.

I musn't run away? HA HA HA NO, NOW IS DEFINITELY THE TIME TO RUN.]

[for_guild_justice]

[Clive enjoys the look on the kid's face as the last stitches of resolve dissolve and the kid is fleeing like a fearful mouse. He chuckles softly to himself, letting the kid go without incident and strokes a finger over the hidden rifle.

That was very entertaining. He has missed the joy of that fear. He'll have to look the kid up later. Entertainment like that might be hard to find.]