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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

[fadedaway]

[ A little, but that doesn't surprise him either - everyone always seems to find him first, anyway! ]

Making friends through zombies... I guess I can't say I've heard of that before. [ ahahah uhhh ] But meeting you, getting to know others here doesn't seem so hard. ...Yeah. [ nodding to himself ] Thanks.

[idealord]

[Then they have something in common already!]

Anytime. [He means it, too.] So, you know how there are different worlds and homes and stuff that we came from? I've heard and seen some amazing things from people here. What's your place like?

[Hilbert's naturally curious, okay. It's easier to make friends if you let them talk about themselves.]

[fadedaway]

Hm, I guess I'd say it's pretty normal, but it's probably not so normal to some, huh? [ a chuckle ] I'm from a country called Japan. It's pretty peaceful. [ Uh, what else is he supposed to say? This is harder than he thought. ] I'm a junior in high school, and... yeah. [ He nods. ]

And what about you?

[idealord]

[Japan, huh. That's pretty interesting to someone like Hilbert regardless if it's "normal" or not because it's a totally different world than his.]

Well, I know for a fact mine's not normal compared to a ton... I'm a Pokémon Trainer, or someone who befriends creatures in my world called Pokémon and battles with them to attain a mutual goal. That's how they put it in class. [Pokémon schools rock. Home schooling is even better.] I'm from Unova and it... is pretty much peaceful.

[Especially since he fixed things up and all that. Heh. He's not going to tell Yashiro that he's the Champion of Unova because that wouldn't mean two bits to him, but maybe some other time.]

[fadedaway]

[ Yashiro nods slowly. He'd never heard of any of those before, but then again he'd never heard of Kings and Clansmen until about 30 hours ago but still. The world (multiverse, now??) is full of interesting things. ]

That's definitely not normal for me, but it sounds interesting though, heheh. So what's your goal? Do you battle evil or-- oh, well, I guess if it's peaceful you don't need to do that, I guess. [ he grins ]

[idealord]

[Oh, Yashiro doesn't know the half of it--]

Ha, you've got that right... [Now, anyway. Hilbert grins, eyes lighting up.] My goal here is to make a lot of friends and understand them. It sounds kind of funny, I know, but I mean like... The world - well, the universe now I guess - is so diverse because of the different people and different beliefs in it, so I think that if we can understand it even a little we'll become closer to one another. Making friends is part of that. My Pokémon's a good conversation starter since not a lot of people have something like him around their world.

[He just sounds like a sap, doesn't he? To be fair he kind of is one.]