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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

[combats]

[ A bard? The kid looked nothing like any bard he'd ever seen, but well... different worlds and all that he supposed.

He nods to acknowledge the statement, returning the smile with a calm one of his own. The smile makes him a little on edge though, but he stays put.

The kid's confusion in turn makes him confused until he realizes— Ah, of course. The horns would make it seem like he's not human. In Rune-Midgard the clothes indicating his class would be enough for people to realize that the horns were mere equipment, but here it would be different.

He leans slightly out of reach to quickly write an explanation, but once he's written it, he lowers his head so Gamzee can touch them. Jacquese trusts his reflexes enough, should he try anything. The board offers: ]

They're succubus horns, they can be equipped to enhance magical properties.

[honkalypse]

[He's complacent enough at the moment not to respond badly to the leaning away, and actually immediately looks to the board for an explanation.

Then his attention is stolen by the horns. He pokes them and then runs his fingers down the curves. This close, his own horns are obviously very real and a part of him, in spite of the bright yellow. His jagged nails are the same color. The question, though, shows more of his lack of knowledge about worlds other than his own.]

What's a succubus being?

[combats]

[ The horns, although attached with magic and up close it's easy to see they're not growing from his head, are genuine to the touch. They are real horns after all, just technically not his own. Unlike the child's, apparently.

He tries to think of anything that might have similar horns, but fails to conjure anything to his mind that would have those colours. At the question, he does a quick sketch of a succubus, before adding underneath: ]

Monster.

[honkalypse]

[He spends a few moments looking at the sketch.]

Got wings and horns like-- What color are they all being on the outside?

[But then he finally reads the word and his eyes clear, not in a nice way. The laugh is self-deprecating.]

Monster. MOTHERFUCKING MONSTERS ARE WHAT WE'RE ALL UP AND BEING. Brother, you got your knowing down of that, right?

[combats]

[ He was in the progress of writing down the answer when the laugh and more of the unnecessary yelling makes him pause. It takes effort not to frown, but he does regard the kid more warily.

Well, humans have the capacity to do things worse than monsters and of course, there's the whole 'demons in your heart' thing. Jacquese doesn't know for sure if that's what he means, but he nods anyway before continuing. ]

A succubus is humanoid, it resembles a human.

There are many creatures where I'm from that people consider 'monsters' but calling them that is not always accurate.

[honkalypse]

[He considers this, but the sharp focus is disappearing as fast as it came, and in its wake, a muddled exhaustion.]

Yeah. You got the right of that, brother. Too many motherfucking lies all around everywhere.

[combats]

[ Jacquese had met quite a few people that could be considered strange on his many travels, but this boy had to be the weirdest yet. Not even for his looks, but more so for his way of speaking and the way his mood seemed to change at the drop of a hat. He wasn't sure whether to worry or if this was normal for him. ]

Are you okay? You seem tired.

[honkalypse]

[It's not, as he snapped and is unstable as hell, but Gamzee has no means of articulating this. So he doesn't.]

Got me up with some wicked murdermirth all at the monsters outside. And--

[He's not okay. He is tired. Hard to admit either in so many words though.]

Still got my pumpbiscuit getting its rhythm on.

[combats]

[ Well, at least it was getting easier to decipher what he was saying. He understood the gist of it.

He nods his understanding. ]

You should rest or eat something to get your strength back up. The food here isn't so bad.

[honkalypse]

[He just stands for a moment before slowly nodding.]

Yeah. Got to kick that remembering to gnaw down...

[Then he starts to wander off without preamble, but chances of him making it to the food without distraction... not so great.]

[combats]

[ He's not sure what that's supposed to mean, but he nods all the same and... watches the kid suddenly wander off.

He looks rather out of it still which concerns Jacquese a bit, but he doesn't follow (not right away at least). He just keeps an eye on him from where he stands. ]