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exsiliumlogs2012-04-03 10:50 pm
initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-04-03 10:50 pm
Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- eridan ampora (homestuck),
- joseph "jericho" wilson (tta),
- martin "suave" darkov (original),
- red x (tta),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- ✝ anders [dragon age],
- ✝ bariyan e "drunkard" kodhi (original),
- ✝ nathaniel howe [dragon age],
- ✝ raven (teen titans animated),
- ✝ takegami teijirou (mr. brain),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
open log » ❝ mission oo1 briefing ❞
Date & Time: 04.04.3312
Location: Training Gymnasium in the Initiative Hold.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: Everyone is summoned to a briefing and training, pre-mission for the very first mission.
Warnings: None.
There would come a demanding ping on every netbook at once. An urgent call to arms, a request for each and every transport to return to the Initiative Hold immediately. If ignored, the ping would continue until it reached its full volume -- overtaking the senses only until its owner complied, deafening in its insistence. At the Hold, there were several more Initiative attendees to rush each and every transport into a large training gymnasium previously unseen by all residents of the island of Exsilium. The auditorium was massive -- its walls whitewashed, its ceiling patterned with dim, purple ambient lighting.
There was a stage set up near the very back of the large room. A man, stern and young-looking, stood in the center of the stage and held a microphone in front of his pursed lips. Behind the stage was a set of time travel plates more populated than even the arrival room -- there had to be at least forty-five plates, all attended by a member of the Initiative, who stood beside the plate in wait and with a distant expression. Only once all of the transports were successfully congregated into their auditorium, did the astringent, black-haired man begin to speak. "This is a briefing," he began, his voice equally authoritative and matching the expression of great urgency on his angular features. "Tomorrow, we begin our very first mission. A mission into the past.
You will be sent to the year 115 CE, in the midst of a turmoil between the Romans and an Assyrian village. It is in both ours and imperatively your own best interest to help defend this village, and to send the Romans retreating to their own homes. You absolutely must comply with this mission. Not only for yourselves, but for your families at home in their own worlds. For all of us.
You will have twenty-four hours from this time to utilise this gymnasium. You will find an array of weaponry at your disposal, and will have access to your own chosen weapon. Use them. Train fiercely, as you have no choice in this initial mission to pick a different path. You all must fight. After your twenty-four hours of practise, you will be given your cloaking devices -- they will make you untraceable to the native people to the time in which you find yourself. Do not, under any circumstances, remove your cloaking device. It will not only be detrimental to you, but to your friends and your colleagues here, as well as your friends and family in their home worlds.
You will be summoned back from whatever your whereabouts at the success of your mission. Should you die during your mission, you will be summoned immediately and brought into the Initiative Infirmary and you will be healed. Do not die. Do not turn your back on your colleagues and your friends. Remain vigilant. The imperative nature of the success of your mission will be made clear upon your return to this world. There is nothing more that we can give than our word.
Finally, I will be coming with you. I will be your mentor and your guide during our mission and I will do my utmost to keep you safe, prepared, trained and informed. Slowly, our world here in Exsilium will become less and less enshrouded in mystery. Slowly, we are able to reveal our true selves, and with it we hope we will gain a much-needed trust. We do not withhold information easily, and it comes to us at a great cost. Thank you, everyone, and let your sessions begin!"
Location: Training Gymnasium in the Initiative Hold.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: Everyone is summoned to a briefing and training, pre-mission for the very first mission.
Warnings: None.
There would come a demanding ping on every netbook at once. An urgent call to arms, a request for each and every transport to return to the Initiative Hold immediately. If ignored, the ping would continue until it reached its full volume -- overtaking the senses only until its owner complied, deafening in its insistence. At the Hold, there were several more Initiative attendees to rush each and every transport into a large training gymnasium previously unseen by all residents of the island of Exsilium. The auditorium was massive -- its walls whitewashed, its ceiling patterned with dim, purple ambient lighting.
There was a stage set up near the very back of the large room. A man, stern and young-looking, stood in the center of the stage and held a microphone in front of his pursed lips. Behind the stage was a set of time travel plates more populated than even the arrival room -- there had to be at least forty-five plates, all attended by a member of the Initiative, who stood beside the plate in wait and with a distant expression. Only once all of the transports were successfully congregated into their auditorium, did the astringent, black-haired man begin to speak. "This is a briefing," he began, his voice equally authoritative and matching the expression of great urgency on his angular features. "Tomorrow, we begin our very first mission. A mission into the past.
You will be sent to the year 115 CE, in the midst of a turmoil between the Romans and an Assyrian village. It is in both ours and imperatively your own best interest to help defend this village, and to send the Romans retreating to their own homes. You absolutely must comply with this mission. Not only for yourselves, but for your families at home in their own worlds. For all of us.
You will have twenty-four hours from this time to utilise this gymnasium. You will find an array of weaponry at your disposal, and will have access to your own chosen weapon. Use them. Train fiercely, as you have no choice in this initial mission to pick a different path. You all must fight. After your twenty-four hours of practise, you will be given your cloaking devices -- they will make you untraceable to the native people to the time in which you find yourself. Do not, under any circumstances, remove your cloaking device. It will not only be detrimental to you, but to your friends and your colleagues here, as well as your friends and family in their home worlds.
You will be summoned back from whatever your whereabouts at the success of your mission. Should you die during your mission, you will be summoned immediately and brought into the Initiative Infirmary and you will be healed. Do not die. Do not turn your back on your colleagues and your friends. Remain vigilant. The imperative nature of the success of your mission will be made clear upon your return to this world. There is nothing more that we can give than our word.
Finally, I will be coming with you. I will be your mentor and your guide during our mission and I will do my utmost to keep you safe, prepared, trained and informed. Slowly, our world here in Exsilium will become less and less enshrouded in mystery. Slowly, we are able to reveal our true selves, and with it we hope we will gain a much-needed trust. We do not withhold information easily, and it comes to us at a great cost. Thank you, everyone, and let your sessions begin!"
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[ Red X would be heard before he was seen, leaning against a wall shortly after his spar above, his arms crossed, and his cape draped around his shoulders. ]
I don't suppose I get to keep the suit for this?
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blink.
not a familiar costume at all, but curious. some other world, maybe? he'd have to ask a friend. if everyone here was working together, he ought to know...]
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no?
huh...
when he looked back, his head tilted the other way slightly, frowning. should he try and approach? let it go...?]
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He looked at him for a brief moment, before directing his attention elsewhere. ]
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Jericho's frown becomes a grimace before looking elsewhere, folding his arms. weird.
maybe he'll ask Robin or one of the others about it.]
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Why wouldn't you? Because it wouldn't be fair for the others?
[There was a small smirk upon her lips. But it was obvious all of this was just an act for anyone who'd be looking at them.]
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[ Even if that sounds like he's mocking her, he's actually quoting her from Adstringendum. He catches on to what she's doing immediately, and plays along... for now. ]
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[She's caught the reference just fine and that's why her answer is also a quote from their stay in Ads.]
But this suit won't help you against me.
[And she falls into a fighting stance. She looks him in the eye and the rest of what she says is for him only, using telepathy.]
Let my first blow connect and then pin me against the wall. If you got that, laugh.
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I think it already has. Three times, actually.
[ Once when he swept her legs out from under her after teleporting behind her shield, another time when he electrocuted her and Cyborg, and a third time when he tied her to Beast Boy's ass while he was a rhino. ]
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Maybe I've learnt new tricks.
[She knew very well what he was referring to. She remained persuaded that creating this suit had been Robin's worst idea ever. He should never have made a weapon able to defeat all of his teammates. Even to impress Slade. It could have lead to their utter destruction had it not fallen into Grant's hands. ...Of course without the suit, Raven might never have met him either.]
I love you.
[That was a strange thing to say (even telepathically) when you were about to throw a punch at someone. But that's exactly what she did. Aiming her right fist straight at his chest. But although the move would look impressive and fast on the outside, she'd put no actual strength into it.]
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Not bad, not bad. But you're still fighting me.
[ The adhesive restraint, thankfully, only covered her hip to mid-rib area, with the 'arms' of the X stretching out underneath her armpit and outward from her waist. She'd easily be able to remove it with her telekinesis. ]
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Perfect. Now press your palms against the wall on each side of my face.
[By then, he would probably have guessed where she was going with this. This way they'd be able to talk without anyone noticing they were actually having a conversation. Or being tempted to overhear it.]
I am. And I'm not yet done with you.
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Yes, you are.
[ He retorted, before lowering his voice. ]
What's this about?
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I don't want to ever have to do this again. During those missions I'd like to be able to fight by your side whenever I want to... And if you want it too, of course.
So next time I see Robin today, I'm telling him about us.
[And she meant here on the training grounds.]
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I'd want nothing more.
[ and he truly meant that. At least, he'd want nothing more than to work with her; the Robin bit he still had mixed feelings about. He knew she had to tell him and it was better that he found out from her than on his own, but he was still somewhat nervous about how that might turn out. ]
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Those missions might also be an opportunity for Robin to see another side of you.
[The fighter and not only the thief. He knew Robin would never be a hero, let alone a Titan and that Robin would never trust him like she did... But if they wanted this to work, they had to start somewhere.]
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I'll always want you, no matter what he says.
[ as he says that, his hands slip from their positions. ]
But I'll try. Just don't expect me to help little old Roman ladies across the street.
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We're gonna be fine.
[His hands fell back down and he spoke again. Half-serious, half-teasing. It was like everytime she got to see a glimpse of his true self, it made her smile softly. He wanted to make this work. But she didn't want him to change who he was.]
Don't worry. I'll deal with the old Roman ladies.
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I'll hold you to that.
[ That was in reference to both of her promises. ]
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Watch out.
[Then her eyes flashed white and black energy surrounded her body. And the X-shaped restraint was sent flying away from her.]
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Took you long enough.
[ As if anyone would buy that at this point, since they had been talking for a good five minutes before that. ]
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Indeed.
[This single world is the only answer she offers as she walks past him and away without turning back.]
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[ He manages to say it just quietly enough for her to hear as she walks past, but doesn't watch her leave. Rather, as she leaves, he teleports, vanishing into thin air. ]