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[initiates]

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.

Comments

[anaralah]

Yes. [ She states simply, and if he were just any other human, she might have completely ignored him after that, but he is most definitely not just that. So she ventures to continue the conversation. ]

What are you, creature? Aside from hiding in human skin.

[anaralah]

Do well with the Forsaken and they will become your greatest allies. I suggest you commit it to memory. [ She tries her best not to sneer at the thought the Forsaken would be forgotten so easily, but now isn't the time. ]

We will need a barracks. Something defensible. [ Which she'll find later when she happens upon the catacombs ]

[anaralah]

I've never heard of it. [ So clearly it must not be that important. ] If not human, what are you?

[anaralah]

I have little care who I make angry. [ Come at her, bros. But whatever, she'll be reasonable for now ] Very well, then. Introduce me.

[anaralah]

[ She's developed a knack for it over the years ]

I have no need for such sentiments, and regardless of their intent, they waste my valuable time.

[anaralah]

I've not heard of either. [ Srsly what the eff are you. ] Expound. What nation are you of?

[anaralah]

I have met one at least thus far. A pitiful force, but better than none. [ She will need to do some recruiting or go find whoever's in charge of the beaming-people-up machine and throttle them until they send the rest of her army.

She squints at Jaina for a moment as if considering whether or not she wants to inform her of how much of an idiot she thinks she is. Maybe later. ]

And what do I care for this land's problems? We have our own in Azeroth. [ There are Lich Kings to be slaying ok ]

[anaralah]

[ Good. She looks slightly amused. ]

Did I slay a dear friend of yours? Command destruction to fall upon your village? Kick your puppy? Come now, don't be shy, Death Knight. You are hardly the only soul in Azeroth to hold such spite towards me.

[maechtiger]

[...bizarre.]

[From a safe distance, Homura observes the strange nonhuman woman and her...pet. Her fingers rewrap themselves tight around the shaft of the bow. For the moment, she's just looking, but jumpiness and unease are abound.]

[maechtiger]

...the outfit attracts too much attention.

[Like a spider, Homura's appeared beside her without a sound, standing at this girl's elbow. She's eyeing her from top to toe, lips pursed in a something between a frown and a smirk.]

You make yourself a target looking like that.

[anaralah]

[ Sup, boo, how you livin. The suggestion of power doesn't escape her and consider him put on her 'might be valuable list', but that still doesn't mean much to how polite she intends to be. ]

Pleasant is debatable. [ She pauses for a moment, inspecting him ] We agree, at least, on our disposition against the 'war machine'. How do you intend to escape it, though?

[priad]

Speak plainly. Is there a battle to be joined now? [ He shifts his weight, already bringing his armor fully to life with a whir of servos. ]

[championhawke]

"Remind me why we're friends?" Garrett rolls his eyes, but it's all for show. The reason is, of course, things like this, and his continuing gladness that whatever else his mirror self has made a mess of apparently he managed to befriend Fenris all the same. It's one point in his favor, though Garrett still intends to punch him directly in his smug, stupid face.

There's probably something deep about self-loathing, there, but he refuses to think about it.

"The only answers I want are about what in Andraste's name these idiots think they're doing with this. Honestly. I do realize I'm fantastic, but they could have made the whole process easier by bringing the stabby one you know." If he was in charge he'd have a few changes to make around here, that was for sure.

"You have no idea how tiring it is to be infuriating people by existing."

[symmachy]

[She'd clearly been concentrating on the heartbeat of someone else, then. And the way she pops up--fuck, it's hard to sneak up on Scathach, even when she's meditation. This is a cause for slight concern. But she's also still feeling a little sick from arrival (dimensional travel makes her seasick), so maybe that's it.

The redhead doesn't start, but her head does snap to look at this new person. Wow, okay.]

I am.

because you love it

[championhawke]

Garrett keeps her clasped in his arms for longer than he can tell that she wants him to, but it's too hard to let go with any kind of grace. The Bethany of his memories is eternally eighteen, still the girl who he had to comfort at home while their idiot brother ran off to play at soldier.

This is a little like that, in some ways. Carver is at the heart of it, and Garrett misses him with a sharpness he hasn't felt in years. Carver would know better how to comfort her. He'd be able to understand what being a Warden means. They'd be together, alive and grown up and capable in ways Garrett never has been.

He kisses the crown of her head and lets go, stepping back only to squeeze her shoulders, push back hair that isn't out of place--any excuse to keep feeling how warm she is.

"It's going to be all right," he says, because when have impossible promises ever been something new with him? "We'll figure this out. I promise."

[symmachy]

[He's disappointed, she can tell. But it really isn't her problem, she decides.

The conversation is moving on, and she doesn't miss a beat.]

Indeed. Have you just arrived as well?

:3c

[moonlight_my_path]

[She didn't expect it but Yue naturally reacts, leaning to one side to let the salt shaker whizz past her head. Before it goes too far though she reaches up to catch it in her paw as she leans.

And now she scowls at the blood elf.]

You shouldn't throw things, you'll end up hurting someone.

[symmachy]

[An interesting name. She rolls it around in her mind for a few moments before responding. She shifts her body towards Simmaeri, appearing even smaller than she already had.]

This happens often?

[moonlight_my_path]

"Well it does me at least. I thought Undercity was a little unwelcoming but that's horrible."

Yue looked around a moment, as if searching for something. Then she looked back to the undead woman.

"The next time I can find cookware and a good fire, I'm going to show you what real food is."

[moonlight_my_path]

I'm not familiar with that kind. What are they like?

[deservinghell]

I'm not one for greens myself. [There's really no point in looking after one's dietary health when one's dead.] You might be happier if you stick with the chicken.

[moonlight_my_path]

He's apparently replied with some magic words because now Yue's full attention is on him. She sighs out, rolls her eyes and nods.

"After all of that history and weapons and whatnot, they ask for our help and then they run off before we can find out how to do that. And that's not fair at all!"

[slingshots]

[ This was some time ago, but the last big thing she remembers from home... ]

What, besides the mid-summer winter freeze? Figure that'd be the big showdown.

[slingshots]

[ Whoa, hello. There's a little self-scolding going on here that she hadn't noticed this girl arrive, but she's not too worried about it. They look about the same age, and the people you really have to look out for usually don't fall into that category.

So she pulls on a Robin smile, unconcerned and relaxed. ]

Could be that's the point.

[nonedible]

[Or it could be that Taicea is a silent little creeper.

She holds out a hand to the woman.] I'm Taicea, sylvari born of the cycle of night.