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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.

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[flightlessbird]

[ She looks happier when she's the only Artika in the room, and is happy to make a little space. Whatever he's turning into now must be very large. Only-- it's not him changing, this time. She leans in despite herself, interested, and does a happily little trill to see the thing hatch. She watches the shapes move back and forth with a grin, and claps when it fades out. Pyran taught her that. She hopes Loiec knows what it means.

She looks up at him again when the fire has died out, eagerly. It's been quite a show so far, but she's still hungry to see more. ]

[noble_sin]

[He tilts his head, and he gestures at her, curious, and says something his own his own dragon-tongue, light and trilling. He's never known a dragon not to have other tricks... even the white-scaled, the crude vicious ones, are known for the way they command the base elements of the world. Surely she must have some other ability of her own?]

[flightlessbird]

[ She can tell what he's asking, and blinks a little. She doesn't have any tricks like he'd shown. Why woud she? No one she's ever met could do anything like that. She thinks a moment (if they were outside she could at least show off her tree-scaling abilities), then shrugs and shakes her head, adding a not-too-heartfelt apology in her own language. ]

[noble_sin]

[He says something thoughtful in the human language he knows, and tilts his head the other way. She's too bright and clever to be one of the unclaimed ones, even if he doesn't understand the patterns of her hide. And then he changes again into his dragon-shape, circling around her.

He moves like some hybrid of a snake and a tiger—the languid similarity to a wild big cat is too clear to deny, if she's ever seen one. It's smooth, but it's... strange, in the fine details, as if the instincts of movement were arranged from multiple beasts and then ever so carefully stitched and grown together.

He sits like a guardian sphinx, the tip of his long tail flicking slightly, almost like a cat.]

[flightlessbird]

[ Oh, are they doing dragons again? She rather likes the dragon part. Her change is just as fast, and she immediately sprawls herself comfortably out over him, black on gold. It's a messy and haphazard lounge, but there's still the grace of a snake in all those lazy coils.

She twists and wiggles once to be comfortable, chirps contentedly, and nudges her forehead against his shoulder. She, at least, looks ready to laze away the rest of the day like this. New location, dozens of people to meet? Eh, it can all wait. ]

[noble_sin]

[He gives her a few moments in that sprawl—and then twists, wrapping his wings with him to help try to topple her over so can sit upon her. He's a heavy, strong thing for all that his body's a bit smaller than her... some three hundred pounds in those muscles and scales, and that's before counting the extra leverage he easily gets from one of his wing-limbs propping against the wall.

If he does manage to succeed, he's likely to seem vaguely smug about it.]

[flightlessbird]

[ She lets out a surprised squawk when he moves (no one ever moves, they always just put up with her!), and her few seconds of frozen surprise are enough to get her tackled. And ugh, he's heavy. She takes a second to be glad that she's in a hardier form than the hollow-boned Avian one, then immediately begins the counterstrike.

Which, as it turns out, is just a load of thrashing and squalling. If she has to annoy her way out of this, she will. ]

[noble_sin]

[He lets out a noise like a human laugh fed through a harmonica. He likes laughter—perhaps the one thing humans have that's better than what dragons have invented, in his mind.

Finally he lets her up... by way of grabbing onto her, rolling onto his back with the wings splayed out like limbs for balance, and then only letting go then.]