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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

[noble_sin]

[The aura may be dangerous, but the boy himself seems fairly harmless, even with the sword at his side. But he's got sharp eyes—that change in body stance certainly didn't escape him.

...but then he says something apologetic in some weird language sounding like old, old French, and suddenly the communication gap that's present becomes rather more obvious.]

[curepotion]

[ ... his eyebrows knit together.

sadly, French doesn't exist in Riku's world--not in so many words, anyway. but he realizes that it's, quite frankly, not what he's used to speaking. and then, it's a bit of an impasse. he can understand the tone, but not the words. ]

I can't understand you. Do you understand me?

[noble_sin]

[Loiec says something else else in the language, no more intelligibly, and smiles cheerfully at Riku. 'I am no danger,' his body language says, almost too clearly.]

[curepotion]

[ ... so he doesn't understand him.

that makes communication harder than he'd expected--but he doesn't know why he thought he'd be able to understand in the first place. either way. he just nods to his display of trust, not knowing what else to do. ]

[noble_sin]

[Loiec points at the sword and babbles something in that foreign language. He seems rather curious about it, particularly all those weird things attached to it like the wings and the chain on the hilt. 'Is that a weapon or an art object?' his expression seems to say.]

[curepotion]

[ he... thinks he can understand that, at the very least because of the expressions on his face. ]

It's a weapon. [ rather bluntly. not his fault his Heart chose a rather... interesting design. ]

[noble_sin]

[Another bit of phrase in that foreign language. To judge by his expression, he doesn't seem to approve of the use of... whatever-it-is. So baroque and overwrought! Somebody's going to put their eye out with that wing trying to swing it around.]

[curepotion]

It's not your weapon, why do you care?

[ okay, his patience breaks at that. he worked hard to actually have the strength of Heart to be able to wield it. insulting its form is a surefire way to tick him off after all his work. ]

[noble_sin]

[Whatever it is the boy says next, it's got a rather defensive tone. Maybe he's finally picked up on Riku's attitude about all the attention.]

[curepotion]

[ good. Riku fixes him with a stern sort of look, not being able to understand him, but knowing that he's already sort of irritated. he's not going to apologize, sadly. ]