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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 smiles, nods. He's careful in his handshake, and he notes the injury but says nothing at first -- he's curious, but he's polite enough to work not to let it show. ]

That is perfectly fine a title, yes. Though you may call me Charles.

[ A bit of a pause, then a little chuckle. ] It's rather a specific topic, I've found. Not very many are as fascinated as I.

[curepotion]

[ Charles, huh? he's not so sure about that in particular--it seems... odd, to talk to someone older to him so freely when they have a position as a doctor. ]

Okay. I'll keep that in mind.

[ he hesitates only for a second; it's curious, does he want to know, and is it prying, technically? coming off as a wide-eyed, constantly-asking-questions child isn't good. it's exactly the opposite portrayal he wants to give off to anyone older in this place. he tilts his hair, silver hair shifting over his shoulder. ]

Why are you interested in it? Family history?

[oxfordian]

Ah. Personal experience, to be precise. [ Charles is still smiling -- beaming, maybe, just a small bit. He hardly thinks it prying at all. It's rather a fond thing of his, to answer questions. Charles nods his head once in return. ]

You see, I study a particular form of genetics -- human mutation. I myself am a mutant, after all.

[curepotion]

A mutant?

[ shock was written over his face at the thought of being a mutant--wasn't that bad? but Charles didn't seem to be alarmed or saddened by revealing it. ]

Is that... good?

[oxfordian]

[ Charles just smiles at that and he nods, chuckling slightly. This would not be the first time he'd heard such words, after all, or such alarm. ]

Yes, it's quite good!

[curepotion]

How?

[ he just doesn't understand. but, thankfully, he has a little tact. ]

I've never really heard it said in a good way.

[oxfordian]

Yes, it is used in the Charles Darwin sense of the word. [ Charles nods once, and tilts his head a bit as he considers how he ought to phrase it. He sets a few of his things aside, slides a hand into his pocket before he speaks. ]

I've a human mutation that gives me abilities beyond those of most humans. My telepathy, as it were.

[curepotion]

[ hold up, wait a minute. Riku raises his eyes sharply from his contemplative position in alarm. if Charles even had an inkling of what was going on in Riku's mind, there's the distinct sound and pressure of every mental defense and shield slamming shut in protection, as the lower, older voice vanishes. (it's not a Magneto helmet but, well, Riku wouldn't wear one of those if you paid him.)

you sound like a trustworthy guy, Charles. but one person hearing and mocking his thoughts is enough for now. ]

So... any ability that isn't normal, it's a mutation, in your world?

[oxfordian]

[ Charles is somewhat unsurprised by the defense, though he's intrigued by the young man's capability to do such a thing with such strength and at such a rate. Charles just nods his head once, respectfully. ]

Something of the sort. However, it must be genetic -- it must, ah, actually be something that is a physical mutation of their genes.

[curepotion]

[ a silent nod. he thinks on the abilities he's gained--none of them are... genetic. that man gave him the power of the Keyblade when he was young, he hadn't gained it at birth. the power of the Darkness--that was given to him by Maleficent and festered with Ansem's help. none of his applied. ]

That clears it up.