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[initiates]

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.

Comments

[onblackwings]

Entirely.

[ There's finality in that, but a loose sort of finality. It comes with a cocked brow and an expectant air, like she's waiting for him to show her otherwise. ]

[livinuptothename]

[ That is a challenge look, okay. That's the kind of look that means he should really push it, but here it means he really can't. Because circus!Jason isn't Robin or even Jason Todd: Street Punk Extrodinaire. Ngh, right. He slips back a little, shrugging idly. ]

My loss, I guess.

[onblackwings]

[ When her allotted time to wait is done, Khisanth smiles, shrugs, and turns to go. ]

Feel free to let me know if you ever find yourself appealing to someone like me. I might include you, if I'm not already gone.

[livinuptothename]

[ He cocks his head, resisting giving her the once over through sheer force of will (and failing). ]

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, babe.

[onblackwings]

[ "babe", wtf, that's not her name. It doesn't even sound anything like it. She pauses, glances over her shoulder. ]

It's Dagger.

[ May as well stick to the name she's been giving out. ]

[livinuptothename]

Dagger, huh?

That mean you're dangerous?

[ And okay, lame, but also he probably should not find the prospect attractive. ]

[onblackwings]

[ Well, that gets a smile. Oh, young human, you have no idea. ]

That's what it would imply, wouldn't it?

[livinuptothename]

[ Oh hell yes- Wait, no. ]

Yeah, I guess it would.

[onblackwings]

[ Yeah, she's just gonna let him stew on that. So with one last, pleased smirk, she's off on her way. Maybe she'll see him again. But if he's really as useless as he's made himself to be, she's not exactly keen on a second meeting. ]