[Haro forgoes video to remain in a small way anonymous over the network. Having been given the talk of weapons having a form of sentience there, he is already weary of this place.]

Apart from this device, I have been unable to tap into any other networks regarding this Initiative.

[His voice comes along calm for someone who has been commandeered to fight for a cause. A cause that has not been detailed to him leaving him further questioning everything that is happening.]

I request information pertaining to this place and this idea of sentience belonging to weapons. Any information would be beneficial to hear.

[For now priorities have to shift from doing something about the facility. At least until he can find his way back.]

Secondly, where may one acquire a map?

[OOC: Edit; There is a permissions post for those who use magic or appear to located on his journal here. If you would please fill that out, and thank you. Also, if you have a permissions fill out as well then please link me to it.]

[Whoever made this post is using an unregistered netbook, and so there's no personal information attached other than a name field that's set to "DRAGON".]

ARE THERE MANY HERE WHO ARE NOT HUMAN?

Okay. [ She's in her quarters, the little netbook is open, and she's got her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands. She's already laid claim on a bedroom by putting her weapons on the bed, and right now she's just trying to figure out how to talk to the other transports. She wasn't expecting FaceTime, but hey. Here it is. ] So it's just a webcam.

[ She has a pretty intent look on her face. ] They give us this whole big speech about weapons that grow with us and sense our needs, they give us money, and a place to live. But they don't tell us anything about why. Why do we need weapons or training at all? Did I sleep through that part of the lecture or something? There's a lot of stuff missing here. Pieces that don't fit, holes in the puzzle.

They're telling us what they want us to do, but not the reason behind it. So... Anybody else here a - what'd they call us, transport - like me who wants to find the same answers?

[ There's a new face in Exsilium today. Or at least, a new mask. A black mask with a prominent white skull, with a red X in the center with its right leg extending over an eye, seems to be juggling a black and red knife in one hand. ]

Y'know...

[ The obviously young man begins. ]

First, I wasn't happy about being brought here in the middle of ripping off the mayor's reelection campaign funds. But this?

[ He says, flinging the knife into a nearby wall. It lands perfectly, with obviously practiced precision into a small slit in the wall where this same knife had been thrown before... only to disappear in a flash of smoke and reappear back into the same hand he threw it with. ]

This I can get used to. Especially if I'm gonna get paid to do the same shit I've always been doing. Gotta ask, though.

[ The masked face gets way up into the camera, leaning into it. ]

Don't tell me these little freedom-fighters brought me, but not the Titans.