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Date: May 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings, while those Transports on the mission to Wollongong return.
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.

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As there are causes for all things in this world, miss... It's... [Though, she nailed it, so far as he knew. 'I am not worthy of envy' would be an accurate response to the question, 'Why do you hide?' He didn't have to mull over his answer at all, either.]

Because, I am not worthy of envy.

Admiration and envy are kind of, like, different concepts though, aren't they? I mean, I've had some of both directed at me on the tennis courts, and I have to say, they aren't exactly skipping around town hand in hand.

Yet, the difference between he and I are night and day. [He didn't think it pointful to discuss semantics. He was in a sour mood as he would always be and to Berserker, a sour mood was an appropriate one given the level of his sins.]

There is nothing one should desire about my strengths. I've sullied such things. In that breadth, while Arthur is someone worthy of admiration, I am utterly devoid of traits worth admiring. In that thought, I believe both situations are one and the same.

It sounds like you need to see a therapist and get a self-esteem boost, because that was a massive load of depressing and sad. And no, I'm not insulting you.

Okay, so you've done some bad things, then? You can always make up for them. Redemption and all that, you know?

[For a moment, he smiled. It was such optimistic thinking and while it hurt him to think that this woman was thinking the same way as his King, it wasn't something that visibly affected him.]

I have no need for counseling. What I've done only requires my punishment.

And even then--only a 'human being' can be redeemed and I've never been considered such a thing, young lady.