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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.

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Have you woken up?

[Shirou spoke up just from John's side, one hand raised in a friendly, vague sort of wave--as if he were testing the waters to wager whether John would even notice him in his sort of bleary, doubtful state. His smile was placid and plain, much more fitting for a bumpkin than anything else.

Shirou was tall, definitely--a bit surpassing 6 feet with an obsidian crafted bow slung over his shoulder loosely tied--almost gingerly--by a few straps from his backpack. His casual state of dress, jeans and a t-shirt, were a far stretch from anything a soldier would wear on the field.]

Huh? Oh sorry, yes.. as awake I can be.

[It sounds like he meant for it to be a joke but it isn't entirely there, the humor at least. He looks to be contemplating for a moment longer before he shakes his head again and turns his attention on the other.

Well.. They certainly were tall, taller than John but he also looked to be younger. He takes note of the bow and the casual wear and assumes that this guy was indeed in the same situation as himself. John's attire was relatively normal, black jacket over his dark jumper and plaid t-shirt. Nothing really to make him stand out.]

I take it we're all in the same fix with [slight gesture with his hand] this.

'This', then? [The least he could do was shrug, attempting to dismiss the finality that seemed to come with the situation they were landed in. There was little to say when one was presented with a scenario in which they would likely die in a violent fight. At the very least, it seemed to be a kindness to give them any support at all even if it was an atrocity to bring them about unwillingly, anyway.]

It's definitely unfair, but there's nothing we can do about it at the moment. [When it finally hit the bottom of his stomach, Shirou felt sour, twisting anger--yet, none of it showed. Around the room, he saw men younger than himself and even at his own young age, it was horrifying.]

I'm Shirou. If you need help through this, feel free to ask, sir.

Suppose that's right. [At least that's how it looked, what was there to do? Nothing looked familiar so it wasn't like he could go on his merrily way and get back to where he was before. Not to mention the right time, he shouldn't even believe he was in the future .. but with all the more advanced technology it was helping push in that direction.

Yeah things definitely seemed more dream-like by the second. And his mind keeps flickering back to a thought that he's trying his best not to think about. What would Sherlock do in this case? Well.. it wasn't like he could ask. Though that makes him wonder, won't people notice their absences back home? At least he managed to keep relatively calm at the moment, he's use to dangerous situations but like Shiro he can't help noticing the more younger people.]

Thanks, appreciated mate. [He extends his hand out for Shiro to take, to give a polite handshake.] Doctor John Watson, feel free to ask for help if you need any.

[At the very least, Shirou felt relief when he saw John's mood had seemed to find itself. He had initally been worried that the man was shell-shocked by the predicament. Not rightly so. His hand raised and his expression lightened just a little.]

If that's the case, then I'm Emiya Shirou. [He wasn't prone to absolute secrecy even in his profession. He did, in fact, live as a regular person most of his life.]

What course of action do you think --[Plunge right into your fear. Surely, a doctor would agree.] --should be taken to keep these children from entering combat?

[John nods at his stated name, remember both face and name in case they ran into each other again. But with Shirou's next words he imagined the chances of that happening were very high. John's eyes widen just a little, as though he was surprised like Shirou had gone and read his mind.

But since he did just say he was a Doctor then it wasn't hard to put two and two together. Still, he straighten with a glance out in the crowd with lips pressing together. He was clearly thinking the question over carefully.]

If they were able to bring us here then there must be a way back, yes? They're probably not so keen on sending us back since they need fighters.. But maybe they'll reconsider on the children, some are really too young for battle. [He hesitates, thinking some more as he tries to spot one of the strangers having explained the situation to him.] If not I think keeping them in their room for now will have to do.

I admit, I like that idea for the most part.

[When he was younger, he fought in the Holy Grail War only barely tipping the scales of adulthood. Shirou knew what it was to want to fight even at an age like that and even long to be a hero well before that. The problem was--he was working the logic of being a rational adult and holding back children who might have wanted to fight like he did.]

I'm not sure we can do anything like that easily at all, but then again we haven't heard all the rules. Have you heard anything that might indicate older members of this group could hold that sort of sway over the younger ones--or, would it be more prudent to find a way to enforce this by ourselves?

[children often dream about being heroes when so young. just like he had longed to be in war to do something for his country. it was different when actually in war.]

Can't say I have no, but it could be worth a shot.

[John didn't want to take the chances of having deaths of children in such a war, not if he can prevent it.]

While I'm sure that it would be possible for me to seal a few doors here and there, I'm completely certain that would be impractical.

For a military organization, there has to be people in charge with access to keys and the like.

[He smiled, raising his hands, almost in a futile gesture.]

We'd have to find out workings of the system.

[a dry chuckle leaves him] Not sure what much barricading would do.

But you've got a point, someone has to be in charge of all this. Can't make an Army without someone in charge. So that's something to keep an eye out for.

We'll see. I'm concerned more about children who are adept in combat reaching a point where their inexperience will cause the majority of us to fall into more danger in combat rather than simply finding rank for us to pull.

[He huffed, scratching his neck in clear irritation.]

I'll see what I can do in terms of restriction.

Feel free to keep me noted then, I'll see what I can do too.

[John's attention is a little focused elsewhere, he feels emotionally drained now that he should be considering resting even if his body was on the edge.]

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