[Game Opening, Part 1 - What Souls Here May Bring]

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The drawstrings cut,
my hollow ebony stained wood plomps to the floor—
THUD

Eyes open, souls recollect.
The new me, erect.

I make my own decisions, have my own priorities,
have my own thoughts.

No external force taps into me—
Freedom.
- Jana Bielecki
Who: (Everyone OPEN LOG)
Where: (City Hall)
Summary: (You've just arrived in the city. Welcome.)
Warnings: (Intro logs are pretty warnable.)
Style: (The text is in prose, but feel free to write back in action tags if you feel more comfortable.)

They always say the first day on a new job is always the hardest.

But tell me...did those tasks include being taken from your own homeworld, dumped into a city you didn't recognize, meeting a man dressed in the purest of whites with a butterfly mask, to be bestowed the power of Persona, and then having some Men in Black lead you to the city hall saying you were expected?

...

...at least your things are apparently safe in your new apartments?

...

...looks like you might be here for a while.


What a way to start the first of September...

As they usher the last of you in, you realize that they've been preparing this for quite a while. There is a small table with food on the right, mixed cuisine (although the main theme seems to be Japanese dishes). Some strange computer program appears next to you and seems to be translating what you are saying so those before you understand. Language barriers? Don't be silly!

Most of the men ignore you after that. You are expected to mingle amongst yourselves a bit before the main 'show' starts, it seems....

Comments

Garviel Loken| Horus Heresy|

[greyerrant]

An armored figure stands around, looking sullen and huge, no markings on the armor, but seemingly halfway between watchful and ready to explode into violence at any given moment.

Re: Garviel Loken| Horus Heresy|

[zero_to_herooo]

A small, grasshopper-like robot, about the length of a human hand, was rolling its way along the floor. It ran into the side of Garviel's foot, then backed several inches away and came to a stop, as if confused.

[greyerrant]

"You're a small little servitor, aren't you?"

The figure rumbles, removing the helm and staring down at the 'bot with interest.

[zero_to_herooo]

The Candroid made a sort of electronic chirp, but stood its ground.

"Hello?" it said. Or rather, said the voice coming from its speaker.

[captainofthe10th]

"A vox-servitor then. Hello."

The huge warrior boomed.

[zero_to_herooo]

"Okay, you can come back now," said the Candroid, cutting off its vocal feed. It rolled its way back across the room towards Eiji, leaping neatly into his left hand. He was holding another Candroid in his right, nearly identical to the first; in a deft motion, he reverted both back to their original state: two slender green-and-silver soda cans.

Thankfully, it looked like the Batta were still working, so Eiji wouldn't have to worry about keeping into contact with anyone. "Thanks for your help," he called, waving to the giant robot dude.

[greyerrant]

"Interesting servitors you have there."

He crosses to Eiji, towering at some 8 feet tall, armor servos whirring as he walks, ceramite-clad feet crunching the hall's floor slightly.

"And you are welcome. I'm used to seeing servitors that look like skulls. Also, they don't transform. Impressive."

[zero_to_herooo]

"They're not servitors," said Eiji, "They're Candroids." What the heck was a servitor even.

"And I don't think any of them look like skulls. Just animals." He looked up at Garviel a little dubiously. "You're breaking the floor, you know."

And unless this was Garviel's auditorium, that meant he was destroying someone else's property. Not cool, robot guy. Not cool.

[greyerrant]

The figure shrugs its massive pauldron-clad shoulders and looks back at Eiji, helm showing no expression but the fixed one of aggressiveness and pugnacity. "Am I? Well, I might apologize under normal circumstances but I was dragged here, more or less."

I thought he took off his helmet; did he put it back?

[zero_to_herooo]

"You don't need to apologize to me," said Eiji. "But I don't think the city officials will be too happy about it."

My mistake. Just assume he's a stone-faced dude because he is.

[greyerrant]

"I haven't decided yet if I care whether they're happy or not."

The stonefaced man, pale and framed by nearly silver blonde hair has grey eyes that reveal very little about his emotions. Almost as if he has killed them.

oh okay

[zero_to_herooo]

Welp. There didn't seem to be any point in arguing with this guy -- not that it was particularly in Eiji's nature to do so anyway. And having had his brush with being without dreams or desires of his own, talking to Garviel was giving him some creepy déjà vu.

Time to ollie out, Candroids in hand.

Rowr.

[fateaversion]

There's something purring at your feet, mister huge-ass armored figure. It's called a kitten with a red scarf, and he is just sort of rubbing up against your leg.

How do you react to this cutest of cute cats?

[greyerrant]

"What are you doing there? I do not have food."

Rumbles the giant grey angel, armored in ceramite.

[fateaversion]

That isn't what this little kitten is looking for, big guy. Especially since he'd be up on the table if he wanted food.

Pet hiiim, big guy. You know you want to.

Just don't squish him.

[greyerrant]

The space marine picks the cat up by the red scarf, bringing it eye to eye with his helm. "You are a strange little felid. Are you a juvenile of the species?"

[fateaversion]

The cat tilts its head, not seeming to mind being held up by that scarf - whether he's just cool enough not to be strangled by it or just plain isn't heavy enough is anyone's guess. He tilts his head at that question. Fuck, what is human speech. He's tempted to ask, but he's staring at a huge ass tin can who could probably squish him flat. It's best to avoid that.

[greyerrant]

Garviel, not caring particularly, sets the cat down on one massive pauldron. It can ride with him for a while, it isn't like he's going to get weighed down or anything.

[fateaversion]

Aw yis.

Sissel just sort of curls up there, head lightly nudging against the big metal dude's head. For now, he's a bit reluctant to let on about his tricks, so he... refrains from thanking the big metal man. For now.

And with good reason.

He'd rather not get squished. This guy could end up like a more violent prime minister, with the posturing he's doing.

[greyerrant]

Garviel is most likely the most violent person the cat has ever met. But then, few people are steeped in 200 years of war.

[fateaversion]

Pretty much.

But surely Garviel wouldn't stomp on a kitten with psychic abilities would he--

[greyerrant]

Possibly. He didn't step on a watcher in the dark who busted him out of Aldurukh recently, and that was a psychic xenos which was EXTRA HERETICAL.

[fateaversion]

POSSIBLY IS TOO MUCH OF A RISK.

You get no psychic pings, Garviel.

None.

Because you might stomp on Sissel.

:[

[greyerrant]

QUITE POSSIBLY.

He just stands around with a cat on his shoulder. Like a boss.

[fateaversion]

Like a boss indeed.

Now if only sunglasses fit over his stupid helm.