[ Entrance Post ]

[dodgewol]

Method: Action/Prose
Who: Kaite, Cassidy, and all newcomers
Where: Ash-Vacuum, Generic Hut #5
When: January 23, Morning
What: Two members of Whispers of Loki come to greet their new guild members and welcome them to Midgard

Comments

[bladeinthedark]

Signius awoke and realized quite quickly that he was not in his bed. The land looked completely different than he had remembered ever seeing, and his limbs didn't wish to reply to his commands. His mind screamed as a cold, icy grip wrapped around his consciousness... he was likely going to die soon. It was only a matter of time, Dremire. Ah, at least his inner monologue was still working. He must have been drugged. Hopefully they make this quick.

He mentally noted everything that was going on around him, trying to keep a checklist of what he saw before the end of his life. Armored men, huts, and finally being locked in a room with strangers. Strange... I'm not alone?

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tiiiiiiick. Toooooock. The seconds dragged on over the next few hours, though he could slowly feel his muscle strength returning. His limbs felt mostly like rubber, but once he could actually move he shifted against a wall, rubbing his hands together. The odd language that he'd been hearing suddenly assaulted his senses, and... he understood it.

[dodgewol]

Well, it's been a while since anyone's glared at Kaite so spitefully. Not that he could blame the man for giving him that kind of look, Kaite knew a few individuals who would probably have done worse in the same situation, but still it's never a good feeling to have so much distrust being directed at your person. Especially if the person directing it is someone you'd have to be depending on in the near future.

Still, he kept a hand on his waist, close to the blue gemstone he'd certainly need to protect himself should this guy decide to get a little frisky. Or stabby.

"No questions at all?"

[bladeinthedark]

He tried to judge the distance between himself and Kaite, factoring in many things. There was a second person with him, and of course the giant wolf too... both of which would complicate things. The man had said something about joining a guild, but if they had all been brought here like he had...

His voice barely broke loud enough to be heard. "Don't you mean we're prisoners?"

He'd been a prisoner before. He knew the rough treatment of armored men, carrying him down a hallway and throwing him in a cell. The clicking of the lock as the door slammed shut. This was very familiar, but at the same time oddly different. It left no better taste in his mouth.

[dodgewol]

"The word you're looking for would be more like... refugee." He took a moment to consider his own choice of words before giving a small nod in satisfaction.

"You guys popped out out of the portal, unexpectedly might I add, and the UMA originally hired us to deal with you in less friendly, happy matters. But seeing as you guys aren't bloodthirsty beasts or anything of the sort, they're taking a more diplomatic approach. And by that I mean instead of getting rid of you guys, they're dumping you on us. It's not exactly the nicest way I could put it, but I didn't have much time to prepare a speech before coming here."