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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

/SLAMS IN, thankfully w/o plant grossness yet

[fitful]

[ Satero spots Korra approaching out of the corner of his eye. Distracted and absent-minded, he starts to move, stepping out of Korra's path to let her -- and her entire sphere -- pass by undisturbed. But wait, HEY, NOT SO FAST. As he begins to turn away, Naga comes into his line of sight.

He freezes in place. He forgets whatever it was that had his attention before. There's more important matters to attend to now. ]

Hey!

[ Satero breaks through into the sphere. He slides into Naga's path, planting his feet firmly apart to squint upwards. ]

He's... he's a dog. He's a bear? [ He whirls around to face Korra. ] What in hell is he?

grossssssssssss D8

[polar]

[Both of them see the large dude rush in front of their path, and they brace themselves. Korra bringing in some water to form icicles pointed at him while Naga's on guard, emitting a low growl.]

She is a polar bear dog and you are way too close.

OH GOD SOBS he's so terrible i'm SO SORRY

[fitful]

[ Satero crosses his arms and leans in close to examine the icicle points, eyes narrowed, mouth turned into a frown. Then he finally appears to take notice of the sphere itself, straightening up to look at it, blinking at the rain rolling off. ]

Hmmm. [ Choices, choices. He backs away from Korra, closer to Naga. And he takes careful note of how defensive both of them have gotten.

Then again, maybe there's really only one choice. ]

Polar bear dog? [ Satero grins brightly, backing away even further. And fast, now. ] That can't be real!

[ And to prove to himself how incredibly not real this is, he whirls around to aim an uppercut right into Naga's muzzle. ]

OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDD

[polar]

[Except Naga's already rearing up and swatting at him with her hugeass bear paw.]

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

[fitful]

[ OH SHIT and there goes Satero, swatted off to the side. But he rolls and is back up on his feet within seconds, unclasping his cloak and letting it fall from his shoulders as he rushes at Naga again. He lunges at the last second, as if planning to land on her head. ]

DO NOT WANT TO PARTY HARD

[polar]

[And now there is a rather large chunk of rock missing from the ground nearby. Where did it--

Oh wait! There it is, right on a collision course with Satero. CACTCH!]

[fitful]

[ OH JESUS GOD WHAT IS THAT Satero goes flying again, slamming and skidding across the ground underneath the rock's weight.

He laughs as he punches it, shoving it off and twisting free. On his feet again. His breathing's winded but his energy hasn't reduced at all. He snaps his head around to look at Korra, teeth bared in his seemingly permanent smile. ]

Was that you, girl?

[polar]

[She's in a stance now, as she faces him with narrowed eyes. The rain around her is back to normal, all of her concentration on him. Korra brings her arms close to her and balls her hands into fists. The response to his question isn't a direct answer, but it should answer it well enough.]

Don't touch Naga.

[fitful]

Kinda hard not to, though, right? She's pretty big, 's all I'm saying.

[ but his attention is on korra, now. he starts to circle around her, dropping slightly, shoulders hunched forwards as he goes. hands balled into fists. ]

What's your name?

[polar]

[She follows him, moving around, but staying in roughly the same spot as Naga closes the gap between them, growling at him now.]

I'm Avatar Korra. What's your deal? Do you like trying to hurt innocent creatures?

[fitful]

Yeah? [ Satero says it with a blink, a shrug. Like, who wouldn't? The instinct to fight things -- everything -- comes to him naturally. Moreso than breathing, even.

WHATEVER, OLD NEWS. WANNA TALK ABOUT MORE INTERESTING THINGS. ]

What's that thing you did with that? [ He points at the chunk of rock, still laying displaced on the ground. ]

[polar]

[She glares at him now, shifting her stance.]

Bending. If you don't leave us alone, you'll get a much more firsthand experience.

[fitful]

[ That only makes him grin wider. ]

Oh, that's generous.

[ And he takes that invitation, pushing himself into a rush before he's even done speaking. Charging straight for Korra. ]

[polar]

[Korra aims a punch in his direction, and a sharp, sudden blast of air is sent his way. It's enough to knock him pretty far back if it connects.]

[fitful]

[ This time Satero's ready -- he sees the punch coming, and expects another chunk of the ground to be torn up and flung at him. Which doesn't happen, but it does at least ensure that he gets out of the way of the air-blast.

He ducks low and off to the side and comes back up much closer to Korra. He throws a hard punch with his right hand -- and brings his leg around for a kick, just a split second later. ]

[polar]

[Korra's already preparing her next moves when he slides in closer. She ducks, avoiding the punch, and her own leg is brought up to block and shove the incoming kick aside while fire shoots from her foot, despite the rain. At the same time, she aims her own punch to his midsection, MORE fire shooting at him.]

[fitful]

[ OH GOD THAT WAS NOT EXPECTED and Satero is duly impressed. Also quickly propelling himself backwards, blinking at the fire, one arm raised in front of his face. Luckily he gets most of himself out of the way at the last second, leaving just a sleeve scorched.

He comes to a screeching stop, yards away. ]

Shit, you've got everything!

[polar]

Darn tootin'! You'll stay away from me and Naga if you don't want your face in the mud!

[This gesture.]

[fitful]

Heh.

[ FAT CHANCE OF STAYING AWAY. Satero's on the move once more, but he's switched targets once more -- going for Naga, running straight at her. Come on, he's starting to grow disappointed in himself. He's got to land a hit on one of these two before the day's through.... ]