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Date & Time: Oct. 24th
Location: The Initiative Hold
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports have all arrived and have been led to a banquet room within the Hold.
Warnings: None.

NOTE: This takes place during this plot, though the plot log will not be posted until tomorrow. The Transports already in game have returned from their mission to find the island overrun with monsters. The log is set within the safety of the Initiative Hold, however, so while characters will be aware of what is going on outside, they can otherwise go about their business as usual if they choose.

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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. She looks worse for wear, pale and gaunt, though is putting a great deal of effort into maintaining her energy and professionalism for the new Transports. "I am truly sorry that you came at such a bad time. That wasn't intentional, I assure you."

She leads the way through the Initiative Hold. The walls bear the occasional claw mark as a sign of the misfortune that has plagued the island, but it hardly seems deserted anymore due to the other Transports recently returning from their mission. After turning several corners, you arrive in a large room that has been transformed into a makeshift banquet hall. The food presented is perhaps not as luxurious or bountiful as one would hope, but it is certainly enough to go around, and isn't inedible by any means.

"We wanted to try and make this up to you," she explains. "It's meagre, but we did not have much time to prepare." There are a number of Transports already present, some looking over the long banquet table, others seated throughout the room at large, round tables meant to each seat eight people. The mood is grim, despite the Initiative's efforts to raise morale.

Before the Greeter turns to leave, she is reminding you that it will be perfectly safe to explore the Hold, the courtyard, the housing building, and even a several block radius around it. "Hopefully things will be back to normal soon."

Welcome to the banquet. Welcome to the Initiative Hold—and most importantly, welcome to Exsilium.

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[Adrasteius scowls after the Greeter as though she's just told him that he's been brought here to slaughter infants and set their heads on spikes, which he honestly feels he has. He slams the staff in his hand on the ground, shouting after her.]

I will not be fuel for your war machine, do you hear me? I refuse. I REFUSE!

[when it becomes clear that the Greeter is way beyond done listening to him, he turns to the banquet, surveying the offerings with contemptuous fury.]

This lot is probably fucking drugged. No, thank you.

[Spheres of thrumming, translucent arcane energy take shape in his hands as he channels a spell; a few seconds later, a portal appears beside him. The tear in space reveals the red and gold spires of a majestic city; the image of its shining streets and vaulted archways wavers as Adrasteius tries, then subsequently fails, to step into it. Cursing, he tries another spell; this, too, has little effect. The air around his body crackles with heat.]

This is kidnapping! THIS IS TYRANNY! [he grabs a piece of bread from the table and bites into it, his enraged face somehow becoming more so as he swallows.] This is terrible food.

[He casts a final spell, and this one works--a moment's conjuring later, and he's holding a fresh and delicious strudel, its thin, crispy dough perfectly layered and baked, its filling a rich, sweet-scented purple jam of some kind. Adrasteius eats with a meticulous agitation, taking small, decisive bites as he stares at anyone unfortunate enough to walk by him.]

Edited 2012-10-24 21:09 (UTC)

Balder has his blade, if not his axe, and he clutches its handle as he walks. He is grim as he scans the environment. The close presence of a fight raises his hackles, but he is not such a fool as to run out not knowing who he is fighting or what for. He will protect this place and its innocents, but it seems the danger is contained for now, or at least enough for him to explore. His movements are still obviously aggressive, irritated. He does not understand what he's doing away from the lands of the dead and his proper role there. He does not like being separated from his fellow warriors and his mission. He does not like being ordered by those not of Asgard. He was King, after all, and it would be an embarrassment to Asgard for its king to bow to anyone.

But there are no obvious courses of action as he will not threaten the lady greeter. He sincerely doubts she is responsible in any case. For now, he will simply have to wait.

He grabs a piece of food off the banquet table, roughly rips a bite off of it and stews in thought.

Edited 2012-10-24 21:40 (UTC)

[ She turns a little quickly, free hand making a move for her weapon (just in case) before stopping, brown eyes going wide with recognition. ]

Sully?

[ In a rush she pockets her tablet to free her hands, reaching up to touch his cheek, assuring herself that this isn't some sort of hallucination. (She had thought, for a moment, that she hit her head and all of this was some sort of hallucination or dream) Elena smiles widely and brightly, she smiles so much that it almost hurts but she doesn't care. Sully is alive and real and─ ]

Oh my god, Sully. [ It takes her a little bit of effort but she manages to throw her arms around his neck and hug him as tightly as she damn well can. He could be covered in a layer of grim and monster blood right now, and Elena wouldn't find herself caring. ]

[Kallen walks by and gives him a wholly unimpressed look.

Welp.]

[HE GIVES HER THE SAME RIGHT BACK.]

Please do tell me what entirely useless thought you're having right now.

[UNPHASED!]

You really do whine a lot.

Just as original and articulate as I expected, if not more so! Congratulations.

[he finishes the last of the strudel with a final snap of his teeth. Water coats his palms and then dissipates into steam, carrying the crumbs and jelly away with it.]

Got any other sparkling insights, girl? I'm fucking dying to hear them.

As Balder surveys the room, a woman in her robe is not something he expected to see. Despite what some may say he is not easily embarrassed by a state of undress, although being in one's bathrobe was certainly a more personal kind of undress than the kind one usually saw in public. He weighs whether it is a better idea to speak to her or pretend not to have noticed for her sake. But he is hardly a fair hand at illusion, and he can only offer help to someone even more out of place than he.

"M'lady, have you need of something?"

Perfectly safe. That meant though that there were some areas that were not. Yue Hua tucked her bag of coins hastily into a pocket and then made to go after the Guide. She wanted to ask her more about the creatures, perhaps even ask where the block radius ceased so she could go aid those holding up that zone. There had to be someone patrolling the borders, weren't there? The technology here was far greater than anything the pandaren herself knew of course. Perhaps they had some sort of machine dealing with the creatures. Still, she was here to help as had been explained and it didn't seem right to see the woman so obviously distressed and not attempt to aid her.

Unfortunately the Guide made off before Yue Hua could question her. The pandaren heaved out a sigh, made a slight face, and then reasoned with herself that she could always simply venture outside and discover just what the monsters stalking the island were for herself.

And more importantly, there was good and she? She was absolutely starving. So don't mind the bear sidling up to you around the table, craning her head to catch sight of what may be spread out.

And definitely don't mind when she spots anything remotely like a dumpling.

O..kaay, a talking cat she's used to. A talking... fluffy ... bear? Not so much. But Po's adorable factor easily surpasses the weirded out factor, and after the initial shock, the distracted blond couldn't help but be amused by his greeting.

"Er.." Oh that's a great start, Luce. But to be fair, she wasn't thinking much about food - her head hurt from everything that she'd been told thus far, and wasn't giving herself much time to process it. Later, when she found her room, she would think about it more thoroughly.

"I'm not...really that hungry, actually." That's a lie. Lucy was more worried about her friends, and hopeful one of them might be here, than hungry. But she was sore at the same time, coming fresh out of a battle herself, and eating was a pretty good way to recover the energy she'd used up earlier. "Po, right?" The distracted, worried expression shifts to a smile.

She couldn't help but grin at the panda. He was just so... so... awesome. "I'm Lucy."

I would suggest you quickly learn to get used to it.

[ The voice came from the corner, from a man clad in sunglasses despite the overcast. he was over six feet tall, and clad in a long trenchcoat, with platinum blonde hair slicked back. He spoke with a British accent, approaching Elena; he had been carefully watching for someone to appear who may or may not catch his interest, and this might have been one of them. ]

If you're here, they chose you to become their latest soldier in their petty war.

[ It was incredibly nonchalant; clearly, he's seen his fair share of violent. ]

I certainly hope the smell of blood doesn't make you nauseous. You are about to become very, very accustomed to it.

This was unreal. But who would have thought that something like this would happen twice in her lifetime? In a year even! She'd always wanted to join Fairy Tail and have adventures - but this was way more than what she'd expected when she signed up.

Would she change any of it? No. Never ever. She loved Fairy Tail, and even though she went through some terrifying situations, she enjoyed being with her friends. Only she might not be with her friends now - it was a big place, and if what that woman had told her was accurate, a lot of people were brought here too.

So much to process - she had to think about it later. Her priority was looking for a familiar face, and being that this was a banquet - there was a high chance she would see one of her friends here. If they were here. So while she meandered through the crowd, her movements slow and stiff, bandages here and there, and around her forehead, her eyes were bright and alert. Maybe she could get something to drink at least~!

Yue Hua was in the midst of biting into one of what she assumed must be some sort of sandwich or bread when the ever so enthusiastic bear bounded up to her.

She blinked a moment, then brows rose upward. It didn't stop her from biting down the rest of the way of course. Nothing got between a pandaren and their meal, particularly not another pandaren.

... What, that's what he was, right? Oh sure, he looked a little different from what she was used to but she certainly wasn't an authority on what her fellow pandaren had to look like.

Raised brows switched to only one cocked upward. "They didn't tell me any others had been brought." Her voice bore something of an almost Asian accent.
She gestured at him with the intact portion of her bun thing, only speaking once she had chewed and swallowed. "You're not Alliance, are you?"

There she paused, "Not that that matters much here really."

He's not in a particularly good mood when he's brought into the hall, eyebrow raised at the hopefully part. In his experience those words aren't exactly the most reassuring, especially in a situation where he's not certain what is going on apart from a war is on and you're in it. He's allowed to not like this, not with a war going on back home and being torn away from his family.

But that was neither here nor there and while he may be looking rather disapprovingly at the table (and muttering something like "This is supposed to be hospitable?" to himself), he does look around, keen eyes looking for any wounded. While the sword at his side is well, a weapon, he's more worried about others first.

[You know how little kids like to peek around people when they see someone they think they know? Well that's essentially what Elrond does for a time, eyebrow raised and leaning around others to make sure his eyes aren't playing tricks on him.

Tall, red haired elf missing a hand. Don't blame him for wanting to make sure this wasn't another elf somehow that looked like that, in similar armor...

But he is inching closer to him as he peeks around others, with any luck he's just seeing things and can avoid an awkward reunion, right?]

[ Artemis raises an eyebrow at the sound of the shouting, and after a moment, an amused expression threatens to overcome his features and he is trying not to laugh. He composes himself a bit by the time he makes it over to the table. He spends a long moment considering the food that is laid out before returning his attention to the other man. ]

That's not gonna work. You think none of us have already tried?

[ He reaches for one of the pieces of bead himself and takes a bite. He had only stopped into the Hold to take a look at the armory. His bow was slung and he had traded out the Mongolian sword he had collected for a claymore which was sheathed at his waist. ]

[ If the man's sudden appearance unnerves her Elena does her best to hide it, lifting her chin and eyebrow as he talks. Creepy? Just a bit. Feels like she's inadvertently attracted some sort of movie villain, judging by his attire and the way he speaks. ]

Seems that way.

[ Nothing she can do to change that, she's accepted it because throwing a hissy fit won't get her home. She may not like it, but these are the cards that have been dealt to her. ]

No worries on that one, I'm already accustomed to the smell. [ LIFE WITH NATHAN DRAKE. ]

[Loki passes through the banquet hall on his way through the Hold, paying little attention to the gathered Transports. His mind is still with the Golden Horde, watching the battle rage through the eyes of a magpie. Something had gone wrong in the past, he is sure of that. And now there are monsters outside.

So, then, whatever the Initiative is doing, it works, at least on some level. Actions done in the past are indeed changing the present. What an interesting game....

He pauses as he reaches for the door and looks down at his black nails as a deep feeling of foreboding passes over him. Without turning, he knows that another Asgardian has come here.

Quickly, he tries to make his way out of the room before anyone sees him who might want to make his life more difficult.]

[ even for an elf, maedhros soul is a bit odd. his spirit burns brightly because of when he was born, and because of his father. it's hard not to have an impressive spirit when your father is literally named "spirit of fire." but the fact that he's cursed makes the oddness even more odd. so have fun with that byakuya.

as for the man himself, he has no idea what it is that's making this guy stare at him. his first thought is that it's his lack of hand. so he meets byakuya's gaze and raises an eyebrow in annoyance and question. either quit staring or do something, bro. ]

[ wow, elrond. you are the epitome of maturity and subtlety. he is so impressed.

it takes maedhros a bit to say something after he notices elrond out of the corner of his eye. he has to take a moment to process the fact that elrond is clearly much older than the last time maedhros saw him. and then he has to figure out if he wants awkward reunions.

well... when unable to make a decision, why not force someone to make it for you? ]

Either come here or go elsewhere, Elrond. [ he speaks just loud enough to be heard. ] Skulking about does not become you.

[Balder is ready for a fight, and as such he is at his most observant, eyes on the lookout for any sign that the danger without has come to threaten those within.

And Loki certainly counts.]

Loki!

[Balder draws his sword from its sheath even as he shouts his challenge. Loki--no, not just Loki, but Loki appearing as he was before he died. Loki who should be a child. This is why Balder's first instinct is anger, and his chafed temper is provoked.]

Is this your doing?

[Not just any Asgardian, then, but Balder. Loki turns to meet his brother as backs up against the wall, hands rising defensively.]

My liege!?

[Balder steps forward, not leaving Loki the option of dismissing him especially since his sword is well positioned to lop off any part of Loki that moves too far.]

Do not try my patience, Loki, for I have none left. If you would pretend to be innocent then tell me why you are not still a child.

[You know, it really wasn't that bad - because what this futuristic paradise had really been missing were a few nuclear fallout monstrosities lurking around every other corner to really bring it all together. Now that they had them, there wasn't much left to crticise with the exception of, oh, maybe everything. Christ, he's ready for the world's longest nap. But barring that, Charlie supposes he can settle for a decent meal served hot.

Making his way through the tangle of new and old Transports, he can practically hear the banquet table calling to him. Somewhere there's a block of cheese and an entire sleeve of fancy crackers with his name on it and no one - elves, dragons, ace war correspondents - is going to get in his way.

He stops. Ace war correspondents. After a beat, Charlie backtracks the way he's come until-- oh, that's definitely Elena Fisher. For all of a fraction of a second, he waffles on whether to go to her. But this isn't seeing the estranged wife of your friend in a bloody grocer's and trying to decide whether it's appropriate to say hello across the produce stand, so he really only hesitates a moment before he weaves his way over.]

I know you'd go anywhere for a story, but this is a little extreme isn't it?

[Loki draws his limbs in close to his body, allowing his eyes to go wide and frightened in the hope that someone in the banquet hall will come to his defense and rid him of this nuisance.]

I know not what you speak of.

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