destinystrings | The Search for the Newcomers, December 2012 Edition.

Who: Open to Everyone, but only Newly Accepted Characters can start threads.
Where: All around the city! They appear where you want them to appear.
Summary: Newcomers arrive and by now the Government is more ready and sends everyone out to go people hunting.
Warnings: ARRIVALS. Also assume the first thread is the ones who tell you about the city, and the other tags for the character can be talking with others in the city and learning more about it.

[FOR THOSE IN THE CITY:]
They were getting much better at this, it was for certain.

Last month's initial testing of the HORUS system had worked really well. The device which allowed everyone to spot abnormalities; and now even more refined, they could hone in on newcomers at a much faster pace. The leftover energy from the travel (commonly called Magatama Residue) gave them a few minutes to find them before it would flicker out.

Combined with the fact they could appear in most parts of the city, it made finding the newcomers was both easy yet frustratingly difficult.

As the blips appear on your own radar function, it was also nice enough to calculate for you the best transport and destination routes to take to get there. Speed was of the essence, after all.

[FOR THOSE WHO JUST ARRIVED:]
You're not in your homeworld anymore. That much is evident. So how do you feel? Happy? Sad? Troubled? A little of all three? No matter what, the memories of a butterfly man named Philemon are fading like a dream; you'll remember the details, but perhaps not everything he has said.

There is one word that stays with you, however.

Persona.

So...here to save the city, huh? First you'll need to find out more information. And who knows, maybe a familiar face or two...

[OOC: As stated above, only new characters can start a thread, but feel free to jump in any of them. characters arrive with their clothing and whatever items they had on them the moment they were taken; the remaining items will be later found in their apartments.]

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"No worries." It's at this point that Masamune lowers his sword, laughing. "Gotta hand it to ya, that was ... intense."

He sheathes his own sword. "I was in the Yakuza back home as an enforcer. I've been training since a sword as long as I could physically hold one."

Masamune's eye widened slightly. "Yakuza, huh. No wonder you say that you actually know what it's like to have to face death." He shook his head, sheathing Kagehide. To be honest, he was counting his blessings at this point - sure, Kojuro probably looked like Yakuza himself back home, but the guy was pretty straight-laced for the most part.

Until you pushed certain buttons, but that was a story for another time.

"Makes sense, then. This is a family heirloom sword, but most of my experience was just through kendo." Though that didn't explain that feeling he got while fighting - or the fighting instinct that kicked into gear during the incident, either.

"You've got potential. A year or two ago I would've said you would be good as an enforcer yourself, but I've been... trying to move away from that sort of work."

Otoha closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "I could teach you what I know about swordplay, though. It's no kind of formal style, but it's better than no training."

He reached into his coat and took out a roll of medical gauze, rolling up his sleeve and starting to wrap the cut.

"Wouldn't be interested anyway. If certain people got wind I was working for Yakuza, I'd never hear the end of it," Masamune replied with a chuckle. At the offer, though, he glanced down to the sword at his hip, eye narrowing slightly. If he was going to get stronger to be any help around here, this was probably the best course of action that he could take at this point.

"But why not. Won't be much help if i'm fumbling around like some sort of rookie when shit hits the fan."

"Well that's good to hear at least."

He grinned at the acceptance, though. "I'll have to see where things are around here though. I might want to actually find out where I'm sleeping before I start making lesson plans."

"Probably a good idea. You probably got a rooming assignment like the rest of us, it's just a few wards over," he replied, jerking a thumb over. "'bout as small as a dorm room, so hopefully you didn't bring much with you outside that sword."

"I should just have a change of clothes and that's about it. I don't really keep much around." He's never really seen the point in having a lot of things, anyway.

"You should be set for the most part if that's the case. Apparently we got enough money to get the bare necessities, but any more and you'll need a part-time job."

Which reminded him, he needed to look into that. Especially if this place did offer classes.

"... Part time job might be a problem for me. I had my own bar back in Vatheon, but I doubt I can get the materials for that as easily here."

And he doesn't do well under anyone else's authority.

Masmaune shrugged. "Might get lucky, you never know. Still not sure what I'm gonna end up doing, especially if I have to take college courses on top of everything else."

Otoha made a face at the idea of classes. "I never liked school. I barely scraped by, anyway."

"Eh, it's not so bad for me. Besides, I got a promise to keep when it comes to that, so I'm not backing out now." That and he'd probably get in trouble from multiple parties for skipping out. His friends for technically leaving them and more importantly Kojuro and the others back home would be disappointed and probably kinda pissed if he ended up dropping out after making a promise to try and help the company out once he graduated. Even if being taken to another dimension and told that he had to help save it technically was what happened, he doubted anyone would believe him.

"Mm. I never really saw the use in it. It's different for everyone, though." There wasn't much use for university-educated assassins in the yakuza, after all.

Masamune nodded, letting out a soft hum in agreement. "Different strokes, I guess."

Though it's right about now that he remembered that he was cut in the leg as he shifted his footing. "Shit!"

Otoha blinked in vague confusion, and then comprehension dawned on him. He tore off the gauze now that his arm was wrapped, tucked it in, and then tossed the roll to Masamune.

"It won't stop the pain, but it'll hold you together for a while."

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He caught the gauze alright, and glanced down at the cut. It wasn't as bad as he was fearing, but good god did it sting now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Masamune let out a sigh as he wrapped the wound, and once he was done, flexed his leg experimentally.

"It'll do for now."

He then tossed the gauze back to Otoha, running a hand through his hair. "There anything else you wanna know?"

"Should do for now. I can hang around places and pick up more info."

Then again his methods of information gathering tended to lean towards intimidating people... whatever worked.

"Sounds about right. Anyway, I guess just give me a call when you get something set up?" Masamune shrugged, already starting to turn and get ready to leave.

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