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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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I propose a trade, then.
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Share your differences, and I'll do the same.
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[People are bound to figure him out fairly quickly, anyway. He will not be keeping his godhood a secret for long, not when it can be used as leverage to get himself out of here.
[He folds his arms over his chest]
What are you?
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It was my idea. You go first.
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I hadn't heard that.
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[A gesture as his voice grows conciliating]
You are far too lovely to be treated as a peasant.
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I would think of it as considerate if you went first.
[ After all, what if he's something totally useless? She's not selling her secrets for a half-ogre in a good disguise, or anything. ]
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[He bows slightly]
I am an Aesir.
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What's that?
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A God.
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...But, on the off chance that this actually is a god, maybe she'd better not make these suspicions of hers known. ]
That's no name I've ever heard for "god", but... our worlds are very different, I think.
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[He waves a hand towards her]
'Tis your turn, now, I believe.
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I'm a child of Takhisis, the Dragon Queen. [ It's out like a challenge when she finally reaches her decision. ] And a black dragon, specifically.
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[He grins again]
I hope I can see your real face one day.
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It may well be in our future, if I have a good reason for it.