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[notadamnvampire]

[The prim young man on screen does not look amused. But he also looks like the sort that possibly is never amused.]

I'll do my best to save you all from the complaining I am sure you all hear when a group of newbies is dropped off here. However, I can't help but think this is a piss-poor way to raise an army. It's like playing some sort of cosmic lottery and hoping you snag Napoleon or Genghis Khan by sheer luck.

I want to know what you've been doing as far as formulating an army; training, planning, strategy, that sort of thing. The Initiative gave us weapons and a history lessons, and then a hearty pat on the back and a "good luck", essentially. [He grimaces. He doesn't like them already.] I know there's the daily training they offer, but I want to know what the rest of you are doing as well.

Any more information on the United Earth that what the Initiative has provided for us at the start would also be helpful. Know thy enemy and all that. [He idly pokes at his tablet as he continues to talk.] Is there a library here? Or is everything digital?

Ah. I suppose I should introduce myself. Alucard Anselm. Before you ask, no, I am not a vampire and neither are my parents. "Al" will suffice. [Said like someone who's heard the comments a million times, and had to give this spiel just as much.]

[With that, he signs off. Alisha and Monica, Al's new roommates, will find him in his new room with the door open. He's doing his best to keep composure as the reality of this whole crazy situation starts to sink in. He's not even quite sure what to do with himself right now. It's not like he even has anything to unpack.]

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[video]

[sweetling]

[Oh my goodness, you are adorable.]

Jumping right into the fray, aren't you?

[notadamnvampire]

I see no reason not to. I don't think I'll be getting comfortable in a place like this anytime soon, so we might as well get to work.

[sweetling]

[Looking genuinely surprised--]

What's so uncomfortable about it? Besides maybe the weather.

[notadamnvampire]

[Now it's his turn to look surprised.] Are you joking? We were kidnapped and thrown into a war we have nothing to do with, forced to live with total strangers, and they expect us to be okay with this! What isn't uncomfortable about this?

[sweetling]

Let me see.

You have a place to live, free of charge. You have a weapon better than pretty much anything you could've gotten at home. You know where your next meal is coming from and you've got a goddamn allowance, for fuck's sake. You have relative freedom to go wherever and do whatever you want, and you've got a whole fuckton of new people to meet.

You can't even fucking die here if what I'm catching is true. So yeah, the war thing sucks, but it would suck a lot more if it weren't for every accommodation and, you know, the whole immortality thing.

[notadamnvampire]

I already had most of that back home before I was so rudely kidnapped.

Wait. Did you say you can't die here?

[sweetling]

Well aren't you just a spoiled little thing, eh?

[She rolls her eyes. She has a feeling she's going to meet a lot of pricks who have no idea how good they've got it here.]

Well, sounds more like death isn't permanent. Initiative's got tech to bring its soldiers back from the dead. Only thing keeping 'em in the running this long, is my bet.

[notadamnvampire]

[He frowns deeply. He hears that a lot. Mostly because it's true.] Spoiled? Just because I had a home and was happy with that fact? Then I suppose I'm spoiled.

So that's how they keep this war going? Just bring us back to life somehow once the UE wipes us all out? [He shakes his head. That's creepy.] This is a bad idea on so many levels. The United Earth just bombed this place, didn't they? What if they took out whatever technology the Initiative used for that?

[sweetling]

Yeah, exactly. I know people who'd kill for that life, kid.

I dunno, last I heard it was working. Was advised not to rely on it too much, though.

Still, any chance to un-kick the bucket is better than none.

[notadamnvampire]

How do they even do something like that? Resurrecting the dead is no small feat. [This is something his mother would be highly interested in hearing, for sure.] And if we have something like that, what about the United Earth?

[sweetling]

Dunno. My guess is that they got something twice as powerful. Otherwise Initiative would've won already.

[notadamnvampire]

I'd say. I'm also curious how the United Earth hasn't killed everyone or taken them prisoner yet, if what I hear about them is true. Why is it that they've left the Initative standing? Maybe they don't see them as a threat.

[sweetling]

Yeah but I just heard a radio going on about how the Initiative is a lying bunch of little fuckers out to destroy the sanctity of the empire.

Maybe there are some defenses up that we just can't see. And most of the effort is going towards there, which is why the rest of the place is considerably shittastic by most standards.

[Though for her it's just kind of. Normal.]

[notadamnvampire]

I suppose. Still, they see us as enough of a threat that they feel the need to bomb us to oblivion.

[He lets out a short, frustrated sigh.] I need to start keeping notes. This place is going to give me a lot of work.

[sweetling]

Well, that's sort of the point. War. Recruited soldier. You know.

[notadamnvampire]

But I feel like there should be more solid information, considering the amount of people and the level of technology here.

[sweetling]

The more put-together an organization is, the less of the truth you know. The lack of information isn't an accident, bud.