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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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So he does: "Hi Leo! It's John, in case you might not... remember how I look or something. We talked over the network." He's always nervous meeting people offline. But he was fun to talk to, and nice too. So it's through his telling himself that over and over and also his nerves that John doesn't pick up on the fact that Leo might be troubled.
"So, we're going to fight like. Romans. That is pretty cool! I have only ever learned about them in school, we did a really awesome unit on their stuff. There were a lot of smart guys in Rome."
He shifts awkwardly.
"So, uh, man. This is kind of nerve wracking! We are going back in time! That is crazy, and kind of amazing, but not totally unheard of. For me anyways. ... Yeah, um, wow I can't shut up. How are you!"
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"John, right, my biggest fan! Nice to finally meet you in person, kid." He was still, grinning, too, until John brought up the Romans. It faltered then, though, and he shifted on his feet nervously.
"You don't think they're serious, do you? I mean, the Romans-- they aren't all rainbows and sunshine, you know?" And he knew better than most. His best friend was Roman, and then he was getting to know Reyna, at least somewhat. Learning about the Roman ways of things from them, and... Eek, if they were facing a whole legion of those guys?
They were screwed, and that was putting it nicely. But he doesn't say that to John, nope. He just tries to grin and nods. "Time travel? Totally awesome. And me? How could I not be psyched?" He...he really wasn't.
sorry for the late!
"I dunno, I have faced some pretty scary stuff, but I don't wanna fight someone who hasn't done anything to me or my friends. The way they are talking makes it sound like we'll have to kill people." He swallows and moves on from that particular aspect of it all rather quickly. "But yeah, no offense dude, but you do not look psyched at all. Neither am I, though, so we are on the same boat? I dunno. This mission stuff... it sounded cool but now that it's here, I'm really worried."
it's fine! <3
"Of course I'm psyched! I mean, why wouldn't I be? This is going to be awesome! It's like a blast to the past!" Laughing, but not whole heartedly. Even his words don't seem to carry the enthusiasm he's trying to bring across. "Anyways, it's not like my best friend is Roman or anything, nope. Nothing-- nothing like that."
....Yeah, exactly.