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[initiates]

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.

Comments

[oxfordian]

[ Charles seems to want to protest, but he knows it's rather futile in the end. Yes, Erik is right, and Charles tries to keep his mild embarrassment all to himself. In return of Erik's words, Charles just clears his throat and glances away. ]

Yes, well. I do not think that I will be using it much, so I thought--it would be--harmless, to choose such a thing.

[singlemanlytear]

[ Erik gives a nod. He knows that Charles is better suited for strategy and command than physical combat, and it would be foolish to try to force the younger man to risk himself on the battlefield in such a way when his talents would be so beneficial elsewhere. ]

True. It would not hurt to learn how to use it, though.

[oxfordian]

[ Charles watches Erik, before he finally decides that he ought to find out what his closest companion has chosen for his own weapon. He seems to shift his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly looking rather uncomfortable. ]

I imagine you've your own, much better weapon at present. [ A rather long pause, and Charles bows his head. ]

Erik, I hope you do not intend to fight in these battles.

[singlemanlytear]

[ Erik draws the long knife from his belt, holding it so that the hilt is facing Charles. ]

It is efficient.

[ There is a pause before he responds to Charles' words. ]

I am not cannon fodder. But I will work where my skills are most beneficial.

[oxfordian]

[ Charles watches Erik draw his knife, and he smiles momentarily. He chuckles, nods silently. Then he looks rather solemn. ]

I only wish that you are not harmed.

Though I suppose I have nothing to fear, hm?

[singlemanlytear]

[ He sheathes the knife once more and gives a nod in return. ]

Of course. I will be careful.

[ He meets Charles' eyes briefly. ]

I will not leave you alone in this place.

[oxfordian]

[ Charles was surprised by Erik's tone, and he watched him with great fascination and curiosity then. He was quiet, unsure how to begin or what to say at first. Then he shook his head, both embarrassed and somewhat -- if only a little -- peeved. ]

I do not need to be... protected to that length. I can protect myself, Erik.

[singlemanlytear]

[ He is silent for a moment, then he steps closer to Charles, placing a hand on his arm just above his elbow and meeting his eyes. ]

I did not mean to imply that you could not. I meant that... I will not not get myself killed. Not if it means that you would be stuck in this place alone.

[oxfordian]

[ Charles watches Erik do that, glances at his arm on his own. He hummed and he met Erik's eyes, attempting to look less skeptical -- less upset by the man's behaviours. He clears his throat, tries to understand. Smiles. ]

I trust that you will be able to protect yourself. Though I'm not fond of the idea of your -- your going on these 'missions', and leaving me here as you do.