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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

[sithiche]

[ The question makes him blink, and he has to consider it for a moment to try and decipher what he is being asked. ]

I am magic.

[arcanepower]

[His eyebrows go up again.]

... I want to see.

[sithiche]

[ The request makes him raise an eyebrow of his own. ]

I'm afraid anything flashy wouldn't be safe indoors.

[arcanepower]

[DAMN IT. You can just SEE that phrase cross his face. HE WANTED TO SEE THE COOL FAIRY MAGIC. He wanted to learn something!!!!

But now he is stuck with his imagination, which could really take him places if given the chance.]

How unfortunate.

[That said, he suddenly and rapidly loses interest, or appears to. And takes a bite of his food instead.

brat.]

[sithiche]

[ He rolls his eyes, before closing them for a moment. When he opens them once more, the gold ring encircling his pupils has begun to glow. The air in the room shifts noticeably, as though a strong breeze has begun to move through it. ]

Like I said. Nothing flashy indoors.

[ Well, that's not completely true. There's always his ability to draw the breath from someone, but that's not something he's going to demonstrate at the moment. ]

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar is suddenly interested again. Nothing flashy, huh? But the threads of magic around Artemis, and the spell itself-- it's enough to get his ears to stand on end.

Oh, that's definitely nothing like a blood elf using magic. That's like... like the source of magic itself. He wants to magically dissect Artemis and see how he works in a very clinical way. But he resists. It's not good to tear people apart.]

I see. [The breeze plays with his hair. His lips form a smirk, probably the closest you'll see to a smile just about ever.]

[sithiche]

[ He smirks a bit in return, and allows the magic to recede once more, his eyes returning to their standard state. ]

What do you mean about "depending" on magic, anyway?

[arcanepower]

[The smirk disappears as quickly as it arrived.]

My people have been nourished by a fountain of arcane energy since ancient times. It gave us our power.

[sithiche]

[ He takes a moment to process those words before responding. ]

I take it there aren't a lot of those just lying around.