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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!"
open to all!
For a mentor, doesn't look like he has a lot of information to give us.
[ stuck between a rock and a hard place; there are responsibilities that he should uphold, given Aqua has left, and so has Roxas, and now he's the only one to really be a "Keybearer"--despite him not deserving of the title.
if they're going somewhere with innocents, though, he'll just have to kick his training into high gear. his Darkness still needs work... he moves away from too many people, wisps of dark energy coming off of him. ]
Re: open to all!
Hearing the comment, Anders glances over to look for its source, and sees something Definitely Interesting. From his own
blue, glowypast experience, Anders knows: wisps of energy steaming off someone's body may well be an good indication they've got some kind of crazy-powerful magic going on, and possibly haven't got so much control over said magic.He approves of the young mage's choice to move away from the more densely crowded areas. (Mage, he assumes, whether the other person identifies as such.) He's confident in his own abilities, however, and it's without trepidation that he approaches Riku, expression as friendly and open as it can be under the circumstances. Anders isn't hiding his own magey mageness, what with the massive staff he's carrying (wink wink, nudge nudge — oh, all right, not that kind of staff), its height rivaling his own, but it may not be readily recognizable as a staff.
"The mentorship in this place does seem lacking," he agrees with Riku's assessment. "You've got to wonder what sorts of tacticians they've got working for this Initiative, who think it's a promising idea to pitch a bunch of foreign conscripts into unfamiliar territory almost completely unprepared. Think it'll help if we throw fireballs at one another for a bit?"
sorry about lateness!
When he hears Anders' voice, his head jerks up and the first thing he sees is that staff--or is it a lance? Riku's not sure what to classify it as--it's nothing he's ever seen before. Unfamiliarity strikes uneasiness in him already, long hair curling around his face.
"Sounds like they're pretty bad tacticians," he mutters as he straightens from his crouch, having previously been about to indulge in meditation. Fireballs, huh? Riku pauses and looks Anders over.
"I don't know. Maybe, it's worth a try."
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Uh–– [oh. he blinks, seeing that strange, white-haired guy from days before. ree-coo, not rye-coo. he remembered that much. but...
but what's wrong with him?]
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So, you are fighting?
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[that darkness felt wrong, and he was still stuck on that. he blinked, shaking his head of it.]
I guess so...I mean, if that's what it takes to go home...
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You don't sound too sure.
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[ he doesn't sound angry or impatient--but that does surprise him a bit, so his voice is inquisitive. ]
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It's...I mean, it's not really any of my business. I don't know.
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[ his eyebrows furrow; blunt as Riku is, something about Martin's demeanor is making him a little concerned. not that he's showing it. he intently looks at him despite the other not meeting his eyes, hoping he'd get the message. What's up with you? ]
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... even if it's a 'human thing'. [ which he doesn't understand--what's wrong about that? ]
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You're not human?