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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

[salvagedsoul]

I see.

[He seems like a lonely person, the type who would be tempted to view the world in black and white. Seeing the young man emote that way, as he recalls what happened, makes Kaworu feel happy for him.

Kaworu glances up at the grey sky thoughtfully.]

If you had not received kindness from those people, do you think you would dislike humans, then?

[gentle]

I would, yes. I'm certain I would have continued to despise them. The cruelty they showed me, the cruelty they showed my friends... It's unforgivable. Such treatment will never be forgiven. But persecuting all humans for the misdoings of a few isn't the solution, either.

[salvagedsoul]

[Kaworu looks back at him with a smile.]

So there are people like me here, too. I wouldn't have expected it.

[gentle]

Like you?

[a tilt of his head.]

What do you mean?

[salvagedsoul]

I can relate, that's all. [his smile broadens.]

My name is Nagisa, Kaworu Nagisa.

[gentle]

[someone who can relate to him... well, N is definitely keeping an eye on this guy. his own smile brightens slightly, tone softening as well in a way reminiscent of him speaking with a pokemon.]

And my name...is N. I'm happy to have met you, Kaworu.

Were you on your way somewhere? You'll get sick if you remain in the rain like this, you know.

[salvagedsoul]

Well... not really. I don't know anywhere to be on my way to, yet. And I don't need any of this, either. [He looks around the marketplace and sighs.] They really do just drop you off and leave you be, don't they?

[Looking back to N, he ponders for a moment and goes back to smiling.]

I'll just go wherever you were going.

[gentle]

I see.

[no wonder he appeared so lost then. no matter; N steps closer, offering his umbrella as well as a cheery nod of affirmation.]

I was simply running a few errands myself. I wouldn't mind you coming along with me if it would please you. After that, I can help you find your way.