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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

[protects_no_one]

I have no intention of fighting in this war.

[always_shallbe]

Neither do I. However, in times of conflict one is often placed in situations which may require self defense, or the defense of others.

[protects_no_one]

[Have a glare, Spock.]

I protect no one.

[always_shallbe]

[That is an interesting reaction. Spock raises an eyebrow.]

And you find this an admirable quality?

[protects_no_one]

[The demon's expression remains unchanged.]

To need protection is to be weak. I have no use for the weak.

[Don't let him fool you, Spock. He protects a little human girl and an annoying demon imp back home.]

[always_shallbe]

I find it necessary to argue with your assessment. No single man can prepare for all possible circumstances. Statistically speaking, there are any number of situations which would require skills other than those you possess. Logically, in those situations you would require assistance- or protection.

[protects_no_one]

[This being couldn't have found a better way to insult the demon if he tried.]

I am no mere man; therefore, your argument regarding me or my skills has no validity.

[always_shallbe]

My argument was not intended to apply only to the human species.

[protects_no_one]

Regardless; your argument is invalid.

[He's beginning to tolerate you, O quiet debater. (Which is as close to "like" as we'll get here.)]

[always_shallbe]

I fail to understand why.

[It's okay. Really, it's amazing as many people tolerate Spock as they do.]

[protects_no_one]

I require no one's protection.

[Only a few tolerate Sesshoumaru, which is fine by him.]