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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

[deathofempathy]

It seemed more or less like a sort of more portable laptop from what I gathered, but I haven't used it yet.

[His gaze going from her to the tablet in his arms for a second.] It's supposed to be a way to talk to other..."Transports" here, I think. Well, if you do see him, I'd like to know. [Because. The thought of his idiot partner bumbling around in a place like this....He didn't particularly want to consider it but even so, his partner could well have ended up lost amongst the crowds with the other people that showed up here, so it wasn't entirely impossible that he had simply missed the other shinigami. His partner was the more talkative and friendly one, but Hisoka was never as comfortable in these situations. He wonders where she might be from, with those eyes, but now would certainly not be the time to comment on that.] I'm Hisoka.

[morujiana]

Nice to meet you Hisoka. [Her voice is quiet and she inclines her head again in another small form of greeting. When it came to talking Morgiana was pretty quiet in general.] And yes..I will keep that in mind. [She pauses to let her eyes stare up at the sky a small thoughtful expression forming before she eventually glances over to stare at the other.] If your friend isn't here then he might show up later on. So there is no need to fret over it.

[Bending down, fingers went to fix up the leg ornaments she had on and at the same time revealing that she was barefoot, red hair fluttering over her shoulders.] If you want..I can show you around. [She says this after shes straightens back up again, hands clasped together.]

[deathofempathy]

[He nods, grateful for the offer to help even if he still didn't have the answer as to whether or not his partner had made it here as well. They had barely been separated at all throughout their time working together, so it was rather strange to be anywhere and not have Tsuzuki around.] I'm not sure whether I want him to be here involved in this or not, but I at least want to find out if he is here at all.

[He pauses at the offer. He had barely seemed to really take in everything when he had gone from the weapons room to this courtyard. It couldn't hurt to get a better idea of where everything was around here in the meantime at least, so he nods in agreement at the offer. Morgiana didn't seem too overbearing and loud, bearable for Hisoka to consider spending a little more time with her. He supposes at least with barefeet in this weather she wouldn't need to worry about wet shoes or socks.] I guess I'll need to find my way around eventually, so if you're up for it, then sure.

[morujiana]

I don't mind. [Morgiana had spare time anyways. It wasn't like she would be going anywhere in this place. She takes one last look at the trinkets that were behind her; and then slowly makes her way through the crowds while giving silently hoping that Hisoka followed after her. As she walks, Morgiana looks to be distracted with something - And that distraction is the newly fixed chains that were wrapped around her wrists. Despite not concentrating her eyes out in front of her she gracefully brushes past people with ease, hands lowering to her side as the metal clinks loudly.]

Do you know where you are staying at? You have a home that you share with two others. [She takes a peek over at Hisoka, wondering how he would react to it.] This place is too dark..[Morgiana wondered if she would ever see the sun again.]

[deathofempathy]

[And he will follow, marvelling at how she made her way through the crowd though she doesn't seem to be concentrating on not bumping into anyone. He notices the chains but isn't sure if it is something he should ask about. Perhaps it had something to do with her weapon, for all he knew. There had been all sorts of weapons in that room before, after all.]

I recall some mention of rooms, but I must have missed when the sharing was mentioned.... [He does not seem too pleased at the news, mostly due to his occasional nightmares and the fact he is a fairly private person in general.]

Is the weather always like this?

[morujiana]

You have your own room so..you won't really need to worry about interacting with them if it's something that bothers you. I can understand the need to have privacy. [Was she trying to be comforting? In her own way the Fanalis was. She was bad at it though. Morgiana still makes sure to glance over at him as she sends him the tiniest fraction of a smile that disappears as quickly as it came.]

Yes, unfortunately it is. [She lets her eyes glance up to the darkened sky as she sighs softly.] It would be nice if we could see the sun thought. It's always either dark like this or raining. Those two are not favorable to me. [Being in the dark brings back painful memories of her previous life as a slave eyes returning to stare at the leg ornaments she had on. I'm still waiting for the day those marks will go away.. She wonders with what else to say before hesitantly speaking.] What world did you come from, if I might ask?

[deathofempathy]

I suppose that isn't quite as bad. Though I guess a lot would depend on just who we end up rooming with. [He wasn't initially sure what to make of the idea of sharing living space, but he is hopeful it might not end up too bad, depending who he ends up staying with. Most of all, he just hopes they won't be too loud and overbearing when he will likely be exhausted and rarely in the mood for socializing. He has never had to share living space, the closest thing to it would probably be on the cruise.]

Well, at least it seems to fit the mood. Everyone here seems pretty...exhausted and gloomy. [It wasn't even necessary for his empathy to see that much, it was in the way people moved and interacted, the way they held themselves and their expressions. It was one of the first things that hit Hisoka when he entered the crowded marketplace area. But he doesn't particularly like the dark either, given his own past and the way his family dealt with his empathy when it initially started showing.]

I'm from Japan. What about you?

[morujiana]

Most people aren't used to changes or strange new environments so I can sympathize just a little bit with them. [At the beginning of her arrival, Morgiana had been like that too, tired and moody because of the darkness of this world but she got used to it.]

Japan? Never heard of it before. [It might of seemed unbelievable but they all did come from different worlds. That was the only plausible thing that could explain why Morgiana's face turns intrigued. Her fingers twist together at his question and it looks like she hesitates for a split second.] It's difficult to explain where I come from. If you mean my birthplace it's name is Katagro but it has an alias which is called The Dark Continent.

I was traveling to return there. It might take a bit longer because of where I am now though. [It was frustrating to think how more longer it would take for her to get home just as she had promised her benefactor.]

[deathofempathy]

[Hisoka nodded. It was understandable for anyone to be a little disoriented at suddenly arriving in a whole new world like this, and to find out they were brought here to help the locals with a war at that. So he was at least understanding enough to try and be tolerant of the turmoil of emotions he was picking up on through the crowd among other recent arrivals as he followed her.]

Well, people here were brought from various worlds, so I guess it would make sense that our homes might be different. The Dark Continent? [Hisoka did always enjoy learning, had a fondness for reading, and the opportunity to learn of other worlds was interesting, even if he wasn't always the most social person. He wonders at the implications of that alias, did that mean her home was like this place, usually always having dark clouds and rain, or was there more to it? But perhaps it was expecting too much to probe so far when he had barely just met her.]

Yeah, I noticed it wasn't exactly stated how long we might be here. Which is frustrating when some of us have work and things back home to get back to.

[morujiana]

I'm not sure why they gave it that alias for..I prefer it's original name. My birthplace is very beautiful. It has lots of villages scattered around. Fruit is abundant and grows in different varieties big and small and with different tastes. There are also lots of animals that roam the landscape and plant life.

[Her hands clasp behind her back and her fingers curl up into tight fists that cause her knuckles to whiten. Her face looks nostalgic but it's apparent that there is a hint of sadness in her eyes.] I'm hopeful that Katagro hasn't changed over the years. It's been so long.. [So long since Morgiana had been forcibly separated from her parents and turned into a slave.] This place is just another obstacle I'll have to overcome. I have to return back to my homeland.

What is Japan like? [She finally pulls herself away from her little slump, red eyes gleaming with curiosity.]

[deathofempathy]

Hm. The alias is kind of....depressing. How long has it been since you were home, exactly?

[He's aware it might have been some time, though he is unsure just how long everyone had been here, it seemed like this had been going on for a while from what he could gather. Hisoka is merely curious. Her home sounds similar enough to Japan, for the most part. He notices she seems a little saddned, perhaps almost bittersweet at talk of her home.]

Japan sounds more or less similar to your home, I guess. But maybe with different plants and animals. It has a pretty big population overall, mostly in the cities. There's a lot of history and culture there too. Was there anything in particular you wanted to know?

[morujiana]

I..[The metal around her wrists lets out a few more loud noises from her movement.] A long time. [Her answer was vague but she really couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been separated from the only place she called a home.]

I was still very young when I was taken away due to some circumstances. [Morgiana was hesitant to speak more in depth of what she meant by it. Her past as a slave was not something she normally brought up in conversation. If the potential to be friends with Hisoka was there, she rather would wait until she got to know him better. Her face scrunched up in a determined expression, lips in a thin line.] That's why I'm going to return to my homeland no matter what the cost. I won't break the promise I made to my benefactor.

Not not anything in particular. I'm just curious to know if your home is more advanced than mine.

[deathofempathy]

Were you somewhere else before you came bere? [Or...she had just been here for a good while. Hisoka does not want to consider the possibility of being stuck in this situation long term. Not at all.]

Benefactor....? [Hisoka wondered at that, frowning for a moment. Who was she talking about, and what circumstances were involved? He was perhaps curious, but then, it probably wouldn't do to get too close, not when he had no intentions of staying, not if he could help it.]

Well, that would be hard to tell without either of us going to the other's home, I guess. But from these..tablets? They don't seem too much more advanced than our laptop computers, just more portable. From what I can tell, not that I've used mine yet.

[morujiana]

I was on my journey to go to my homeland when I arrived here, unexpected. [It was still frustrating that her goals to return to Katagro were thwarted once again. Morgiana intended to keep her promise that was something she would never fall back on, but it was impossible with things like being sent to a new world getting in the way.] Yes..my benefactor. Hes a man who I owe a lot to. He set me on the right path and made me realize I wasn't the same person as before. His circumstances were the same as mine and we both shared the same pains. [She was still as vague as ever, eyes trailing to stare at the darkened sky. Her face had turned blank now, fingers curling and uncurling.]

He died shortly after. From an accident. [Her eyes turn back to Hisoka with a blink.] Laptop computer? Is that the technology from your world? So they are similar to the laptops then?

[deathofempathy]

So you're still working on getting back then. I guess I haven't truely been home in a couple of years or so myself, in terms of where my family live. [But that must be hard. Hisoka knows not everyone has such a...complicated relationship with their family as he does. He at least can understand being attached to certain people, in the way he more or less regards Tsuzuki as 'home' to him now.]

He sounds pretty important to you. [But oh, he died. Hisoka can only imagine that, and after just recently experiencing his partner's attempted suicide first hand, death is a bit of a sore topic. Besides the fact that Hisoka himself died three years ago before becoming a shinigami.] I'm sorry to hear that. But--yes, a laptop is sort of similar to these tablets, but a little bigger and with a keyboard, that's what we used back home, if we weren't using the bigger computers anyway.