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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-04-03 10:50 pm

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!
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-04 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nepeta is frowning. It's something she finds herself doing a lot more in recent times than she would like. There's a lot in that speech that just brings up a lot of questions. The use of time travel, being cloaked upon the mission, the candid way in which they addressed death and the fact that it doesn't seem to matter.

Then, of course, there was the matter of withholding information. In their previous announcement they had finally given some answers, but she was still left feeling uncertain of how much she wanted to trust these people.

Yet she had decided she was going to go. It may not work in her favor, but actually participating the mission was one way to begin understanding just what this war was about and what their battles would be like.

Whelp. She supposed for now the best thing would do to take advantage of of this last day they had before the mission. She had been training each day regardless, but so far she had yet to quite make progress with her new 'weapon'. She still had her claws at least but for now she began with some stretches.]
musclebeast: Appearify ♐ ? (D --> Ve%)

[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Something the matter, Nepeta?

[Said after he clears his throat, appearing behind her, arms crossed infront of him. Equius seems to look a little distraught and worried, but he's hiding it... mostly. 'Everyone' was supposed to be here... or were thought to be, so he was just a bit on edge.]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-06 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She tilted back so she could look up him when she heard his voice, before turning around completely. She notes his expression, and her brow knits a little in concern. She indicates the stage.]

Just them. And their whole thing with continuing to be mysterious and furce us into this dumb war.

Are you ok?
musclebeast: Appearify ♐ ? (D --> Doubt)

[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-06 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine, just a bit worried, though the reason why should be obvious.

Oh? So you note their mysterious way of speaking to us as well? You're learning well, Leijon, you're to be commended.
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-06 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She beamed, happy at his apparent approval and nodded.]

Honestly with all they've told us fur all we know we might not be even fighting on the side of the war we'd choose fur ourselves. [The smile dipped a little] But I guess fur now there's not too much we can do.
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[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-06 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
That's true... I wonder, if we inquired about the other side, what we would be told. I assume we will never be told the whole truth though, which is infuriating.
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
There was one person who told me something when I furst arrived. He said that appurrantly the government in this world had become too oppurrsive and that these people are trying to gain back power or something. That's about all he seemed to know though and I furgot to ask who told him so who knows if that's even correct. [She has to agree with him that it is kind of frustrating, especially since from what she understands they were dragged to this place on purpose]
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[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-06 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't have anymore information than that?

[Of course he didn't... but it was still worth his time to ask. How was the Initiative going to get actual followers and people who wanted to help if they didn't explain more? Describe their plight? Even if Equius didn't really care either way. The government is the government, they should listen no matter how 'oppressive'.]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-07 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[She shook her head.] I don't think so. He--along with some others--mentioned that they had invaded at some point recently and put chips in some people. [She frowned] Were you here when that happened?
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[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-07 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, there was an issue with trackers being placed on us. I was here, but I thankfully managed to keep my STRONG physique clean of any alien probes and devices. I am confused though, as to why some are allowing these to stay in them? I was led to believe they could be successfully removed.

[A sigh.]

But then again, we are already being tracked in our units anyway.
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-07 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[She wrinkled her nose. The idea of having anything unnatural in her body was a rather repulsive thought. Even if it didn't cause any damage she would have wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. She supposed people must have their reasons, though.]

Hopefully this mission might shed a little light on some things. And it sounds simple enough.
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[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-07 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd hope so, but they have done well to keep this vague so far. [A groan, breathing in deep as he closes his eyes and pushes up his shades.]

Right then. [He glances to her, crossing his arms again.]

I have yet to really ask you what you have been getting to since your arrival. Have your roommates shown up yet?
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nodded, brightening a bit] They have! They're both about our age, humans. One is named Raimundo, the other Jericho. As far as furst impurressions go so far, I really like them.
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[personal profile] musclebeast 2012-04-07 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[...Eehh, from what he has seen on the network, either of them don't seem to be good influences.]

Whether or not you like them doesn't help support if they're good enough though.

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[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-06 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jericho moves through a small throng of strangers, catching sight of the familiar Nepeta to his right and stops, watching for a few seconds and considering.

she looks as doubtful about all this as he feels.

he approaches, head ducked a little and waving, pushing a small, uncertain smile on his face.]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-07 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She smiled when she caught sight of Jericho and stood up straight, returning the wave before jerking a thumb towards the stage]

Fishy, isn't it?
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[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-08 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[he nods. boy, that's furfor sure...

a slight pause, then he gestures to the rest of the congregation and to herself, eyebrows lifted in inquiry. was she going to go along with this? it didn't seem safe to him...]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-08 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately she wasn't entirely sure how to interpret that gesture.]

Do you mean...if any of my furriends are here [She lifted one finger at that] or what do I make of everyone else? [Lifted a second at that. Those were the only things that immediately came to mind at his gesture]

Do you know sign language by any chance? [She had thought of it before, but hadn't had an opportunity to ask. It would definitely be something to learn if so, otherwise communicating would be incredibly difficult.]
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[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-08 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[he winces a little, smiling apologetically as she puzzles it out. he holds up two fingers and nods, stilling at her question. he quickly nods again, smiling broader, hopeful. if, somehow, she knew how to sign, it'd be a relief!]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-08 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know it, but if you'd be willing to teach me, I'd be willing to learn. [The idea actually sounded like it would be fun to her.]

As fur what I make of everyone else and what's going on...mixed feelings, I'd say. So far most of the people I've talked to have been very nice and I'd like to think the best of them but you can never be sure. Since there wasn't any sorta...interview or anything like that when I arrived it seems any kind of purrson can wind up here. Some good, some dangerous....which reminds me.

[She gave a quick look around them.] Recently someone arrived that I think you should be careful of. She's also a troll, but any adult one. She's very tall, with loooong horns like this [She indicated with her fingers.]

I don't think she'd go out of her way to claws trouble fur someone...but neither would she hesitate in killing someone if she could get away with it, if they bothered her, so it'd be best to be cautious if you ever come across her. I don't know if you saw it on the network but she was the one who wrote in the tyrian color.
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[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-09 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[he gives a small nod with a relieved smile at her remark. if he was going to be there for a while, staying with her in that room, it was a pretty good idea, wasn't it?

but his expression shifts quickly to something more attentive, listening to her musings, nodding at points he agreed with. he blinks, his head tilting slightly as she begins to speak of someone dangerous – another troll?

and as she points, his eyes follow, glancing up to search for very long horns (not hard at all; there she is!). the view is blocked, so he doesn't spend a whole lot of time trying to spy more of her – the horns are probably the best giveaway he could ask for...so he returns his gaze back to Nepeta.

tyrian color? his mouth puckers as he thinks...he's not so sure...but he gives her a reassuring look and a thumb's up. he'll be careful!]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. [She relaxes a little.] I know you have some furriends here too, so I'd also give them a heads up, but if you could all avoid mentioning there are other trolls around, that'd be great too. It'd be...bad if she found out about some of us. [Or so Nepeta assumed. She really had not idea how the Condesce operated, but she'd rather err on the side of caution.]

But pushing that aside now...what do you make of the mission?
eyecontact: (shaky ground)

[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Jericho nods; don't worry! he can give the head's up. no need to get anyone into more trouble...though his eyebrows pinch a little at the notion of bad. he wonders if there's some way he could help, but...

oh. he blinks. what he thinks? well...

his mouth quirks a little. it's not easy to explain at the moment, is it? that's a given. but he exhales slow, slow as the glance he sends across the room. when he looks back at Nepeta, he gives her a very dubious look, shrugging his shoulders up and holding his hands up to emphasize a sense of uncertainty. it's not something he's ever heard of being possible, let alone being done...]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass 2012-04-15 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's able to get the jist of what he means.] Yea. I've never been fond of time travel and just think some things should not be tampered with. But I don't see any other way of learning more about these 'initiates' and what this war is about.

I think things will be ok, though. Cat's intuition!
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[personal profile] eyecontact 2012-04-16 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[he smiles a little at "cat's intuition." cat, indeed...it's still a little strange to him, but it's growing on him.

he lifts his hand, curled into a fist, bending it in time with his nod. yes.]