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Date: July 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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I didn't know that--...

[ wait.

wait; he whips around to look at her with wide eyes. ]

You mean--you're a Keyblade Master, too?

Well, I, uh--

[ ...Well, Riku. If you ever thought that all masters were like Yen Sid and nearly unflappable then gomen for dashing that idea. Because first, this is technically the first time she ever admitted to being a Keyblade Master.]

I mean, I--

[ And she is red. Almost as red as Axel's hair. Except not really and oh my goooooooooood. ]

I-I'm still in training, but...yes.

[ waaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit a minute. ]

You've passed???

[ what in the realm of light is she missing if he doesn't know she's a master aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]

So you do still train, and Sora was giving me a hard time--

[ AH WAIT NO ]

[ watch him quickly turn bright red as he looks around anxiously, like something would just pop up and shield him from embarrassment. ]

[ so as he hangs his head, he peers up at her and nods his head, still red, still kind of speechless, with an awkward smile on his face.

s-surprise??? ]

[ oh light, this is going to be i n t e r e s t i n g.

and by that, we mean someone is going to be having another hair ruffle. There there, Riku. It's okay. ]

We both have a long way to go, huh.

[ troll troll teeeeaaaase ]

[ he responds similarly to the first time, awkwardly accepting the hair ruffle as it is. ]

Yeah... I-I guess. Both of us.

[ an exhale; his shoulders slump, and he looks far more tired than he did a second ago, like a weight's lifted. ]

I'm just glad I'm not the only one anymore.

[ Okay, this time Aqua can't help a small laugh. Again. Spoilers: it's Tuesday ~~ok no not really but WE WILL PRETEND IT IS~~. ]

Only one?

[ key!nephew what are you talking about. how long have you been here. ]

[ way too long. ]

I've been here for more than a year, and no one's showed up--especially not Yen Sid, or the King. No masters at all.

It's kind of... tough, [ he looks down, feeling too vulnerable, wide-open and shy to look at her right in the eye and admit weakness. it's probably best to do it right away, though, right? ] to do this myself, especially when Master Yen Sid didn't get to train me that much yet.

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gomen for lying

fin

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