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Date: June 1st
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings. Now with 200% more People-Seeking lists!
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. Now and then around you you might spot paper fluttering in the faint wind from somewhere relatively dry. It looks like a list.

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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[He can feel Kanda's eyes boring into the back of his skull as he goes, and it's unnerving. Just what the hell was going on, back home? Kanda would have hardly given him the time of day, last he knew, he can't even begin to guess what's changed...

When he turns around to face him again, his expression is level. He knows what Kanda's asking before he says it, and his answer is quick,]

I was going to Edo.

But that was six months ago. I've been here since.

Edo? [ The disbelief slips from his tone before he can even consider stopping it.

He understood - now especially - that he must seem too strange to Allen. Because since Edo, there was a lot that's changed. No, 'a lot' didn't really do it much credit at all, did it. Everything - the Ark, the Order, Alma.

He falls silent, the sort of dead silence that even nulls the drone of the street beside them. His jaw set and gaze dropped, he considers. Kanda (especially, not with his lack of foresight) could have never even predicted for him to be so behind.

Which meant he was going to have to reconsider some things.

There's a huff, a mutter that sounds a lot like annoying. ] Been here all that time, then.

[ Welp. This is Awkward. ]

[Well. That's a reaction.

But Allen huffs right back at him, like Kanda's being equally annoying. In truth, everything about this is unsettling, everything wrapped up in that dead, tense, telling silence...

He's rendered Kanda speechless. A dubious honor. He could ask about the future, he could try to find out why. But he doesn't, not yet.]

That's right. ['All that time'.

Unfortunately.] Is that all you wanted to know?

[Because there were gentler ways of asking, you know. (No, he probably doesn't.)]

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[ Strange and stranger, no? Allen's mutter back is actually a welcome irritation. At least that didn't change no matter the time, and maybe that wasn't a bad thing. (which only served to annoy Kanda even more)

Though all that time wasn't really a long time at all, not with his knowledge considered. So the woman didn't lie about that, then.

He blinks, raises his eyes back to the Sprout. ] Yes.

[ Gentler ways?? No, never heard of them.

And what would probably serve as frustrating to anyone right now, no doubt, Kanda is turning away, intending to start walking back out into the street. ] Let's go, then.

[ Yes. Yes he really is going to cut the conversation there. ]

[That was really it? Ugh! What a pain.

He groans, follows after him.]

Where are you going now?

Apartments. [ Or just away from the marketplace. ~~Too many idiots in one place~~. But if Allen has some other place he intends to go, oddly enough Kanda was actually likely to follow.

For the sake of keeping an eye on him for now. As though to be doubly sure.

He glances over his shoulder. ] It's been over a year since Edo, Beansprout.

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[Faltering, with a sharp breath,]

A year...

[No wonder.

He was expecting months, but not THAT. He hasn't even been a member of the Order a year. His head's swimming with questions, questions that might be better left unasked, questions that can only be answered by Yu Kanda...

To the apartments it is, then.]

Which room did they give you?

[ For now, Kanda intends to keep his silence; if he isn't asked about it, he isn't going to waste the time trying to tell everything.

He isn't going to have his chat with Beansprout, either it seems. Not in this place. Because somethings couldn't be relayed with words to someone so oblivious, especially when retold by Kanda of all people.

How or where would one even begin?

He's wearing a scowl - it seems to be glued to his face now; what a headache all this was. ]

Somewhere in the nine hundreds. [ He'll check when they get there ? ]

[He decides to focus on something concrete. Like room numbers. But of course Kanda didn't bother to memorize it...

He knows of at least one other person who's coincidentally living somewhere in the nine hundreds. Great.]

You should know there are others here. Lenalee, and Lavi...

And a Noah lives on that floor.

[ Of course not!

He hears Allen, but doesn't stop this time; there's a stiffness to his back and a curl to his fingers though, as they form fists - the only reaction given, now. Having the others here was as much an advantage as it wasn't. It was annoying, and worst of all concerning and it only made Kanda angrier that the Initiative was pulling this utter shit.

At the mention of the Noah though, he tips his gaze back again. ] Which one?

[ In the long run, it didn't matter too much. He disliked them all equally. maybe that mind reader a little bit more than the rest. ] Why would these idiots want to try and make a Noah fight for them?

[Tell him about it. Allen looks down, expression guarded.]

Tyki Mikk.

[The second question is one he's asked himself, many times. But it's self-explanatory, isn't it? They're idiots. They've dragged in two Noahs since he's arrived, a man who turned animals into zombies, another who attacked the city with clay soldiers... They've put themselves at risk as much as the UE.]

How should I know? I don't think they care who they bring. They haven't shown any discernment.

[After all, they brought you. HA.]

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[ Tyki Mikk? No, he concludes, he doesn't really care. He doesn't remember which one exactly that was even, out of all of them hovering around Alma that day. . .

He wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw him; hard to tell, with Kanda. Maybe ignore, maybe try and fight. He'd have to see how annoying this one was. ] No, I suppose they don't. [ Not when everyone just ends up being collateral damage, right? ]

[ Oh wait a minute was that last dig directed at him - ?! ~~glareglare~~ There's a hiss under his breath with something about annoying and as ever. And it's back to silence because Kanda couldn't try small talk even if his life actually depended on it. ]

[Heh. He might be (internally) smirking to himself, just a little...

And he's happy enough to ignore Kanda's presence, as they head to the apartments. He was planning on heading back anyway, after all-! He needed to check his tablet.

It's not until they've almost reached the front door that another question occurs to him.]

What's your weapon, Kanda?

[ He stops just outside the doors; stop and turns almost fully because he thinks that was a weird question.

The answer is immediate though, with an added lilt of subtle confusion. ] Mugen. What else would it be?

[ He supposed he could've chosen another - there were enough options, at least. But with his Innocence becoming crystal type, he didn't think he wanted to chance anything. Besides, he knew this weapon, knew well enough how it behaved. There was a chance that the more innocence specific attributes would be lost, if they weren't dealing with Akuma. But it could slice through plenty. ]

[His expression nearly mirrors Kanda's.]

They have an entire armory! It's your Innocence.

[Allen had, of course, briefly considered picking his arm. But he didn't know anything about the Initiative, didn't know what they did to give weapons 'sentience', how they might 'evolve'... He was't going to risk his arm, he'd only just gotten it back.]

If something happens to it, Komui's not here to fix it, you know!

[ Ah. Kanda hadn't thought of that.

But there was no need for it, anyway, was there? His gaze moves to the sword he holds, tightens. It was forged differently from the other times, and he had the stigmata on his arms as reminder. As long as he was alive, it would repair itself, wasn't that it?

He wasn't eager to check, though neither would that make him too cautious, either.

And just like that, he's moving back to the door, and swinging it open to walk through, tossing, dismissing: ] It doesn't matter.

Nothing will happen to it. [ He's sounds certain, at least. A beat: ] What's yours, then? [ Question returned for question. ]

Like you could know that! [MORON! Ugh. He doesn't feel like arguing with Kanda over his clearly idiotic life choices, though.]

I chose some gloves. [Said with a shrug as he walks inside. He'd picked them without much thought at the time, and he's almost ceased using them entirely.]

I do. [ Shut up Kanda, no you aren't sure, but this discussion is over.

There's a disgruntled glance back at Allen when the answer comes. Gloves? ] Tch, sounds useless.

[ Nothing personal, and all that. ]

Crown Clown suits me better.

[Obviously! He walks past the elevators (he's been avoiding that machine, ever since the power outage a little while back), and swings open the door to the stairwell. He doesn't check to see if Kanda's following or not.]

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