[Thread] Warden's Orientation [ALL]

[econtra_mod]

The arena area is large and open, with a floor made of a hard, rubber-like substance. There are no windows, only a high ceiling and wide doors which admit those who have been ordered here. People file in, one or two at a time, first a dozen and then another until all of those who have been abandoned in this place are present. At the far end of the

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[1uxaeterna]

Sir, upon my arrival, you might recall that I addressed a letter to you. It is a relief that you appear to seek our willing cooperation.

I have two immediate questions.

First of all, did you receive and read my letter?

Secondly, what is your response? In other words, how can we meet to discuss these important issues with you on a regular basis?

Thank you.

[econtra_mod]

"All communication that is directed through the Indigeo is monitored, yes."

"Due to the nature of those residing here, it is not feasible to address each specific concern. That is the reason this orientation has been called, and why most things will continue to be handled through the Indigeo, such as requisitions. It is not our intention to keep you 'in the dark' yet I'm sure all here are familiar with the phrase, 'need to know'."

[1uxaeterna]

I am familiar with the phrase "need to know", but am uncomfortable when one (namely yourself) of two parties (yourself and us, the recruits) in a dialog is the sole judge of who gets to know what...

You said that "due to the nature of those residing here, it is not feasible to address each specific concern".

Am I correct in interpreting this to mean that you are simply too busy to personally handle a landslide of questions and demands from a very diverse group?

[econtra_mod]

"The Indigeo is more than capable of meeting your basic needs as far as information and requisitions are concerned. Again, I remind you that while I am in charge of the Econtra compound, I do not control either the Indigeo or the Consulo."

[sinsunderjames]

“An unknown race killing off humanity” James’ voice was deadpan almost. He had slipped into the room and had been keeping to the black his eyes ringed from lack of sleep. “I’m glad you want us to be willing but…what happens once we do our part as good little fighters? As I understand it…some people have a desire to return to their worlds.” He looked up and into the eyes of the warden he didn’t like this man’s supposed caring he didn’t trust it and the beast within was seething seeking a way to freedom seeking its time to strike out and wash the walls in red. “It also seems that a few of us are not at all suited for combat.”

[econtra_mod]

"Combat is not the only reason people have been chosen and brought here," the Warden answers. "Like any self-sustaining fighting force, other needs will need to be addressed. Those will be further discussed when the training regiments start."

[feathered_arrow]

Shinon clenched his jaw, vowing not to explode at the warden this time. After all, he had to impress Mint ...somebody. "Why me?!" he yelled, failing at trying to keep a level voice. "Why any of us? I'm sure none of our talents are that useful!" he glared at the enigmatic warden.

As an afterthought, he added "And why are there doubles...? I've spoken to two different men named Light... Unless this is some cruel joke... like hiding our stuff..." he grumbled irritably. "Also... What if we want to go to... a different world once this war is over? One other than the one we were born in." He looked away, embarassed about having so many questions, but needing to know the answers. He didn't like having this man's eyes on him. It made him uneasy.

[final_cross]

Guy looked over as someone asked the question that had been on the tip of his tongue the entire time the Warden spoke. The rest of the information, he could care less about - the only thing he wanted to know was why the Luke here was so drastically different from the one he knew back on Auldrant.

"... I second that question," he said, tensing. "I want to know why there are doubles as well."

[saynotobadtouch]

Luke glanced over at hearing someone question why there were doubles of people in Econtra as well, and he found it very, very hard to bite back a comment at it. "... maybe that's just how some of us are," he said testily before shaking his head. "Or maybe they're making ..." He trailed off, tail flicking once behind him as he turned his face away.

[final_cross]

Guy should have been more careful, maybe, but the fact remained that the question needed asking. Not only that, but it bothered him a little. He looked to his f-- the lookalike of his friend, and sighed. "The Luke I know is a replica, too. So I should be less surprised by your being here, really."

Trying a smile, he placed a hand on top of Luke's head. It was something Guy was used to doing, even if this Luke wasn't. "In any case, it's not your fault or anything. I told you before that I'd like to be your friend regardless."

[fading_raito]

"How exactly does the Consulo select who arrives here?" Light asked, appearing relaxed yet ever on guard. "Is there some glitch that allows multiple versions of each individual somehow?" he added with a sidelong glance towards where his own counterpart stood in the crowd.

[econtra_mod]

"Each of you has something unique about you, something that has triggered the Indigeo's program. And glitch is the wrong term for the duplicates that have been selected. While it was not our original intention, we have allowed the Indigeo's program to run uinhindered as it has statistically increased our chances at success."

[1uxaeterna]

Light caught Raito's glance. Roger that, he thought.

After the Warden replied, he followed up:

"You mentioned you let Indigeo run unhindered. By statistically, you must mean the diversity of talents increases your chances at success, so you would not want the remaining barracks filled with clones and clones of the same individual."

"So, will there be a maximum of two potential versions of any one individual?"

[econtra_mod]

"We do not know. When the first duplicates were noticed, we investigated. However, you may have noticed that although they are duplicates of the same person, very often they will not display the same characteristics as the other."

[d_estruction]

Albel was unimpressed and had very little to say as he stood away from the rest of them, eyes narrow ruby slits. There was only one question he needed answered, and took no hesitation in asking it. "So, maggot. Why should we care about fighting for you?"

He paused here to crack his neck, afterwards deciding to continue. "I see no reason to clean up after your mess, or anyone else's, for that matter. Heh, good luck finding any warrior - especially one like me - who will actually fight for you, worm. You'll need it."

[econtra_mod]

The Warden fixed Albel with a piercing look, and did not deign to answer the threat.

[expat9]

Albel's style was just a little more personally insulting, but his questions to the Warden reminded Setsuna of one of her very close friends, back when she fought full-time...

She made eye contact -- her deep garnet red eyes meeting the slightly lighter red of his. She was close enough to lean in to speak, and there was something she just had to know.

[Filtered to Albel]

"Way to get to the point," she said frankly. "That was exactly what I was thinking."

"I'd like to know, though, has anyone taken you seriously when you told them frankly what they were?" She allowed a wicked grin. "I mean the 'worm' and 'maggot' bit. Of course, you might apply that to everybody, me included," her eyes flashed, "but in the warden's case, that was richly deserved."

She continued: "If it works, I'd like to adopt your style."

[/Filtered to Albel]

[d_estruction]

Eying the woman, Albel tilted his head back a bit in order to look down at her all the more condescendingly, as if to ask, 'what woman dares to speak with Albel the Wicked?' He said nothing, at first, purely content with ignoring her. But he thought better of it and shook his head a little. "These fools apparently don't know fear and therefore, seem unphased by nearly all I have to say."

His lips curled up into a smirk here, which might have proven to be a little startling. "Though I'm not opposed to teaching them just how to. What can you do?"