transport log » ❝ welcome to Exsilium ❞

[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

[obfuskate]

[ Satero wouldn't have to look far. In fact, the barrel of the gun being pointed at the back of his head was likely an indication of where Shadow was. Just a hunch. ]

Tell me what you know and what your position is here. Only then will I consider sparing your life.

[ Well, that's not threatening at all! ]

[fitful]

[ OH THERE. Dang is Satero bad at this game. He looks and is rightfully surprised, but not exactly... worried, as he should be.

He shrugs against the gun. ]

I dunno, man, I only just got here.

[obfuskate]

You only just arrive here and this is how you treat your superiors?

[ There is no way this one is a transport. He is both weak and clearly insane. He must have been summon by some other means than the Initiative... right?

An ominous click sounds from the gun. Is that from Shadow transferring Chaos energy? ]

[fitful]

Superior?

[ Satero tilts his head backwards, blinking up at the sky in confusion. TOO CONFUSED by this concept to even notice the clicking. ]

Shit, you're like, three feet shorter than me. I dunno about superior....

[obfuskate]

[ He would regret doubting that. From behind Satero, Chaos energy hisses, emanating brightly and leaving gorgeous green hues shining outward. It's beautiful, albeit tragically, should anyone cross Shadow while he is full of energy.

A feral snarl comes from the hedgehog, shoving the barrel just a little further into the skin on the back of his head. ]

Would you like to run that by me again...?

[fitful]

[ His grin widens, and he starts to answer before he's heard the full question. ]

Yeah, sure--

[ Satero's moving before he's done speaking -- before Shadow's done speaking, for that matter -- faster than before, throwing himself away, rolling and landing back on his feet. He dives for cover behind a tree, but that's not very good, is it? He scans his surroundings for better defense. ]

[obfuskate]

Y--!

[ That is horribly quick. Shadow whirls around and fires at him, yet the bullet only smacks into a tree, leaving a nice little burn mark from residual Chaos. He should have expected that, truly, yet he didn't. That's a small blunder on his part.

He isn't about to let him stay away for long, though. His jets light up beneath his soles, and with that done, he skates in his general direction, the wet, muddy ground proving slippery. It's a good thing he has exceptional balance. ]

You cannot keep away from me forever, you creep...!

[ He cocks his gun and points it in his direction, ready to fire once he's in range. ]