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initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-09-22 08:46 pm
Entry tags:
- #transport log,
- ashraf salib (original),
- blaine thorps (original),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- collette "please" (animorphs),
- elissa cousland (dragon age),
- galadriel (lotr),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- james bond (james bond),
- james buchanan barnes (marvel 616),
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- joseph "jericho" wilson (tta),
- khisanth (dragonlance),
- koltira "sunshine" deathweaver (wow),
- korra (legend of korra),
- madoka kaname (madoka magica),
- meliantha (original),
- nathan drake (uncharted),
- oerba yun fang (final fantasy xiii),
- sayaka miki (madoka magica),
- soldier blue (toward the terra),
- tony stark (mcu),
- utena tenjou (rgu),
- vanadi "the chaste" (original),
- zevran arainai (dragon age),
- ✝ adam jensen (deus ex),
- ✝ alice [resident evil],
- ✝ babydoll (sucker punch),
- ✝ chloe saunders (darkest powers),
- ✝ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ✝ duncan [dragon age],
- ✝ erica reyes (teen wolf),
- ✝ ezio auditore (assassin's creed),
- ✝ jaina proudmoore [wow],
- ✝ jason todd (dc comics),
- ✝ ken'ichi "tenjou" inari [original],
- ✝ kotetsu kaburagi [tiger & bunny],
- ✝ loki laufeyson (marvel 616),
- ✝ ranka lee (macross frontier),
- ✝ raven (teen titans animated),
- ✝ saber (fate/stay),
- ✝ samus aran (metroid),
- ✝ satero e ankhar [original],
- ✝ shadow (sonic the hedgehog),
- ✝ simmaeri (original),
- ✝ terra (kingdom hearts),
- ✝ the witness (original),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
transport log » ❝ welcome to Exsilium ❞
Date & Time: Sept 23rd, 2012.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "This isn't standard," she's saying, walking perhaps faster than most of the people she's dragging around. "We don't normally have so many Transports at once. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
Location: The Initiative Hold & Courtyard.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been shuffled into the Courtyard after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.
You've just been hustled and bustled through mazes of information and literal, wide corridors of the Initiative Hold and you've been equipped with your weapon—be it a gun, a sword, or even your existing powers. They've handed you this light netbook and a small pouch of coins (or a debit card, if you're more inclined), and there are several Transports before and after you going through the very same motions. You can hear the Greeter's voice as she walks alongside large groups, telling them all about the history of this place and sharing with you your purpose here in a hurried and urgent tone. "This isn't standard," she's saying, walking perhaps faster than most of the people she's dragging around. "We don't normally have so many Transports at once. Please, let me show you into the courtyard."
You pass what looks like huge gymnasiums, all with dummies and targets strewn and splayed around the room. Training areas. There are even classrooms, and a few small offices. You're rushed past a large library while the Greeter informs you that you can find almost all your information there, if you've got the time to look—and trust her, you'll have time. You don't spend a lot of time in the bank, and it's a bit of a blur of exchanges with more and more of these strangely-accented and oddly polite-seeming members of the Initiative.
Soon enough, you're in a massive courtyard bustling with all the other Transports. It's not exactly what you'd expect, and it looks more like barracks than anything—huge walls of concrete and stone, separating you from all of the hallways you'd just passed through. It's raining heavily, and dark clouds loom in the air. It's a chill cold, and there are shelters—long cloth hangings that extend from the walls of concrete to house you from the rain, but not enough. Most notably, the courtyard is filled with a marketplace. Even in the cold and the rain, there are several citizens seated at their covered booths and tables. They're selling all manner of their own handmade goods and foods, and citizens and Transports alike are traveling from one small covered shop to another in search of all manner of necessities.
The Greeter's voice has become so faint now, but you swear you can make it out in the back of the crowds as she tells you, "Good luck. Be safe!"
Her voice is drowned out by the busy marketplace, though even the transactions taking place are somewhat subdued. Nobody is overly happy, really, though most citizens can be found with smiles on their faces. It doesn't seem like they're that shocked to see you, either; even if you're not bound in tattered rags and wrapped in heavy shawls as they are. You're welcome to walk up to a shop, and find yourself something to eat—hey, maybe you'll even find something akin to a raincoat. Or, you can join the others under the coverings against the walls. Where am I? What war? She was talking so fast, and it didn't all make very much sense… did anyone else catch it all?
Welcome to the courtyard. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.
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[And now... there he is. In the marketplace. With a large gun and an even bigger scowl. He mentally facepalms and then puts on his biggest possible grin.]
HEY, Shadow!
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He whirls around, instinctively on edge for the briefest of moments before the situation properly settles in. No, there is no need to eliminate him anymore. He's no longer an enemy, but rather, a rival and a temporary ally. Therefore, fighting him now would be pointless.
Not to mention, the fact that he's still alive...
That is admittedly pleasing.
His body's tension unravels, eyes locked onto him as if looking away would mean missing him. ]
... I see you are well.
[ He doesn't want to admit it, but that is a little relieving. ]
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[He saunters closet, rubbing a glove against his nose with a sniff against the cold and rain. An informal motion to break Shadow's posturing if he can.]
I guess you just got here, huh? Tails is here too, but I gotta admit it's good to see any friends in this place.
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He never thought he'd be happy to see him, really, not even for a second. ]
Mm.
[ Shadow cocks his head softly to the side, twisting himself to take a step forward, fully facing him now. ] You seem particularly unaffected by what just happened. Unsurprising.
[ Just what is he talking about? Surely he means coming here, not so much the ARK... ]
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[There had been an unspoken city-heagehog-country-hedgehog dynamic between them when Sonic left: Shadow would keep the city streets safe, and Sonic would take the wilderness and threats from Eggman and his 'bots. They didn't really DISCUSS this; it just happened.]
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He inhaled deeply, the hands holding his gun quivering for a moment. ]
If... you call descending to my death 'setting up', then that should be enough of an answer.
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The ARK, you twit.
[ Sonic, seriously? Seriously. Don't be dumb, yo. It ain't cool. ]
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Shadow, are you really bringing that up now? That was more than a year ago!
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Well, that's not right. Shadow stares at him, bewildered and puzzled, confusion wracking his mind. Is he out of his mind? ]
I... beg your pardon?
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[His ears fold back.]
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? The last thing you remember is the ARK... Wow. Either there's some memory issues going on again, or you came from a different time than I did!
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[ Shadow lifts his snout, staring over at him as if he has gone mad. He has never been through memory issues. Well, okay, there is the whole possibility of Gerald Robotnik fiddling with his memories of Maria, but... still! ]
I sincerely doubt that. Being from a different time would even be more plausible.
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Oh by the way... sorry I beat you up way back there on the ARK. Didn't have a choice, you know? [Oh you ass, Sonic.]
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Shadow grunts, eyes flinging to a nearby booth. That looks like a nice little holster for his gun over there. ]
Do not even try to apologize. There is no need.
[ Perhaps that is a subtle way of putting that behind them, at least partially. Who knows? Frankly, he couldn't be arsed to try to beat this sucker down. He could potentially be of use, let alone the fact that a needless bout of violence would be a waste of time. ]
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[Honestly he doesn't like the fact that Shadow uses guns. It seemed like a copcout; guns were the last resort for a person that couldn't fight, and Shadow COULD fight. That and, well, Sonic may be fast but he can't track a bullet while on the run. In the middle of a fight he might get hit by his friendly fire. That wouldn't be cool.]
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[ He lifts the weapon and aims it for a nearby, large stone sculpture. Ah, it'd take the heat well enough, and if he got in trouble, he frankly didn't care.
He fires, the bullet hitting the sculpture and searing into it. Wait -- did that bullet glow green? Hmmmmm. ]
I can imbue the pellets with Chaos Energy and power unmatched by any normal weapon. It is unlike any other firearm I have ever heard of...
[ But oh, he likes it quite a bit, actually. He isn't able to utilize its full potential yet - he needs time to grow with the weapon, for sure - but he hopes to. It could be of good use. ]
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[But did he have to open fire in the middle of a crowded marketplace? People are crouched and confused and glaring at him. At least in his defense it looks like a paintball splatter.]
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He lets out a soft, indignant snort, leaning the gun against his shoulder proudly. His eyes remain on his fake - his ally, not his foe, not this time - as he questions him. ]
Where is your weapon?
[ He had to have gotten one... ]
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[He bends a knee and slaps the side of his sneaker. Now that he's brought attention to it, Shadow may notice there's a purplish track of pulsing light that runs down either side on the sole...]
'Snot just weapons they can augment! I haven't seen a difference yet, but I guess it's a matter of time.
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... okay, Shadow is going to be perfectly blunt here. This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, and he is going to explain why. ]
Impossible. You should not expect a difference if you are already capable of running faster than the speed of sound. It is not plausible to be much faster.
[ This is stupid and Sonic should feel stupid. ]
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[Don't be such a fucking downer, Shadow.]
Besides, it might not have anything to do with my speed! Remember the Light Dash? That wasn't based on my speed either, not really!
[Although the technical explanation involved induction-based teleportation of chaos charge through the rings in a line while at a run and relativistic blah blah blah. Like he payed any sort of attention.]
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Of course, yet I have gathered so far that these weapons seem to adhere to the user's best abilities, a highly-advanced technological process. [ One he has yet to understand, but he isn't about to admit to that. ]
Your primary abilities rely on your speed. [ He gestures to him curtly. ] It is easy to deduce that it will have something to do with your speed.
[ Oh, but Shadow, Exsilium is more unpredictable and illogical than you think. ]