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Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- riku (kingdom hearts),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- sollux captor (homestuck),
- ✝ anders [dragon age],
- ✝ bariyan e "drunkard" kodhi (original),
- ✝ charles xavier (xm:fc),
- ✝ equius zahhak (homestuck),
- ✝ erik lehnsherr [marvel 616],
- ✝ john watson (bbc sherlock),
- ✝ orihime inoue [bleach],
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
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Date & Time: Evening, 10th February 3312
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.
Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."
The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.
Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.
Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."
The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.
Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.
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Noticing the awkward way Orihime was holding her sword, she asked, "Not too familiar with the weapon you chose, are you?"
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she paused, looking down at her new weapon, the light gleaming off it's silver hilt.
"It just kind of, called out to me."
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"You could do that?…"
She hadn't even considered it an option. When she was taken into the weapon room her eyes had locked with the sword. She hadn't had a second thought about the decision, until now.
"I hope I made the right choice then."
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She takes the contents out of her new pockets and lays them gently on the floor.
"I'll show you but, can you give me pockets again after?"
Orihime takes 2 small hair pins off of her lapel. She says two words, foreign sounding, with a firm voice. "Sōten Kisshun!" Two small creatures, what one could describe as fairies appear and form an orange halo around the girl. The pockets on her uniform vanish and she calls the faeries back.
"It's my healing technique. I have a shield too, and an attack but…he's not very strong."
She returns the pins to her lapel gently.
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Zoë watches with interest as Orihime calls out her fairies and they reverse the alterations she made to Orihime's jacket. "That was pretty cool. It's more like you're reversing time on something than technically healing, isn't it? And if you're not confident in the attack power you have, it's probably a good thing to have something else to use."
A quick wave of green light remakes the pockets in Orihime's jacket, and Zoë leans down to help pick up the items she'd set down. One of the items she picks up is the key Orihime was given, and a quick glance at it sparks a realization. "You're in #102? So am I!"
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"Wow, you're really smart." She said with a smile.
She reached out to take her items when Zoe said something else.
"Really! Thats so cool, I'm really glad we can be room mates!"
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"Well, I have seen more than a few people's powers in action, too, so that helps. And I'm glad we get to be roommates, too!"
Orihime seemed really nice, after all, and it'd be more comfortable to be rooming with someone close to her own age.