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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

Re: Open! Any format/tense is fine with me.

[fivetimesover]

She had been wandering about the hold, taking in this strange new environment. Nothing had made her uneasy about this whole event, nothing until she saw him standing there across the room. She froze, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. Why was he here? They had defeated him, they had locked him away. She managed to squeak out one word, almost in a whisper

"no"

[deicidal]

He didn't notice her immediately. That in itself was was unwonted, but in light of the disorientation, her presence simply past unnoticed for a moment. When his attention at last turned to the modest crowd of those in similar circumstances, however, her presence leaped readily to the forefront. After all, hers was one he could sense more than simply see.

Of course, he didn't let that on that he hadn't felt her immediately. There was no startled jerk, just the calm shift of his weight the turn of his head. The smirk evened out to something more muted, possibly a smile, and dark eyes settle on her, though she was across the room.

The smile widened, and he started toward her, the hand falling from the hilt of his blade.

[fivetimesover]

She saw him begin to move towards her and she tensed up, every muscle getting tight with anticipation. She wasn't sure she was ready for this meeting but she didn't have a choice. She took a deep breath, and thought

calm yourself, time has passed. You've gotten stronger. You can do this.

It didn't really help much, but she tried her best to stand up tall and put on a brave face.

[deicidal]

"What an unexpected pleasure," he offered, his tone as amicable as it ever was, as he stopped not far from her. Were he any other person, it would be comfortable. Certainly, it was the appropriate one for conversation.

"I had not thought to meet you here, Inoue Orihime." Though, indeed, to say had expected anything the like of this would be little more than a bold faced lie. But he couldn't say the prize wasn't pleasant. After all, few things communicated time past so readily as the aging of humnans, and, unless he was quite mistaken, the number of years that had passed since his imprisonment could be no more than a handful, judging by how she had matured. "You seem well."

[fivetimesover]

"Aizen"

She said his name with a cold tone. It was a greeting, but not a pleasant one.

"I didn't expect to see you either."

She wanted so badly to turn and run but she knew that she had to stand her ground. She couldn't be weak facing him, for fear of what the consequences may be.