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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

[arcanepower]

[Thankfully, Belthazar spots him coming. His expression does not light up when he sees the supposed 'human'; rather, he gets more and more sour.]

What does it matter to you, human? I can handle myself.

[dusk_and_dawn]

[Balder stops now that he has Belthazar's attention.]

I am not human but Asgardian, and I simply thought you may be more at ease with one to watch your back. We are all of us captive here, and it would be to all our gain if we could unite in purpose.

[arcanepower]

That kind of idealism makes me sick. [Tough words for a kid, but he seems to believe them.] We might all be stuck here, but you can't trust someone not to stab you in the back if given the chance. This is a war, and both sides want power. The quickest way to power, for some, is taking it from others.

[He doesn't relinquish his grip on his staff.]

Besides, you look human to me, and humans like to kill my people on sight.

[dusk_and_dawn]

[Balder obviously isn't offended or moved by the boy's words.]

You will only wear yourself to nothing this way. No man can stand entirely alone, especially in the midst of a war.

But I cannot force you to believe me or to take my offer.

[arcanepower]

[Usually it's Belth who has to grind reputation, not the other way around.

He feels guilty for all of three seconds before mentally chiding himself. He's only going to get hurt if he lets someone in. Especially a human. He has no way of proving he's who he says he is, and Belthazar honestly doesn't care.

He has bigger things to worry about.]

Whatever. I have power. Why else would they pick me?

[dusk_and_dawn]

No one's power is unlimited. Why waste it when you could be regenerating it?

[Hold on, Balder's just going to reach over and start eating. Don't mind him. He's obviously got a big appetite.]

[arcanepower]

[Okay, so apparently the guy can talk sense sometimes.

Belthazar doesn't reply. He watches Balder stuff his face for a minute, and then sloooowwwwlly begins to eat, himself.]

[dusk_and_dawn]

[Aha, so he learns from demonstration! Balder will just eat happily for another long moment then.]

'Tis not the best I've had, but 'twill do for now. [Of course, he's Asgardian and doesn't have to worry about mortal poison or other contaminates. So he doesn't slow down. Weighing twice what might one guess, he takes a long time to fill up.]