In the city lost from time, hidden underneath earth for centuries long forgotten. Started by magic, stolen by religion, and powered by technology. The city stood large, the giant cathedral, towering over the dark abyss it resides in. even from afar, the light at the top could been seen, shinning like a sun within the earths core. How did this city come to be..? How long has it been hidden underneath our very feet? The people within seem to have no belief of world above. And why would they? Life in the city was perfect. No work was required by any citizen outside the church. Everything was simply handed to the people. But, being able to give them anything, they all to easily had the ability to take it all away. The church's peaceful outward appearance was quickly dispelled once someone saw something they were not suppose to, been somewhere at the wrong time. Unbeknownst the people in the city, a war raged within the earth. A rebel army of outcast and people who have shunned the church's domesticated life style rage war in the deeper caverns outside the city walls. The church would not tolerate such behavior, training unnaturally powerful men, boosting immense, power armor infused with both technology and magic. wielding the world's might in there very hands, along with the finest technology in their existence. Though the rebels were not nearly as powerful, they had numbers. Many individual's being wronged by the church and rising up against it. Armed with only what they could scrape together, steal, and make. Rags, makeshift weapons, and any Espers they could get their hands on. Beneath this conflict was the true source, a cult devoted to reawakening the evil deity the lived within the crystal that powered the underworld. The cult was responsible for putting the church in power, guiding them to make Espers, to advance their technology far beyond exceptions. For each death brought them closer and closer to their goal.
How was he still alive? The mans eye opened gently. He groaned softly. "w..what..?" He crawled up to his knees, his glasses broken from the fall, leaving his eye sight impaired. But even then he could, the light shining in the distance. "What..?" He forced himself to stand. Moments ago he was simply doing his job. Exploring the ruins of an old temple, finding artifacts for the museum and what not. He'd cancel his classes today in order to explore. As he stood re realized his satchel was broken, and his hat was gone. He'd risk his life many times for that hat. Now on his feet, he noticed he was unscratched. How could that be? The crevice that opened up in the ground must of dropped him at least a skyscrapers length. Nothing was making sense. The path he landed was fairly well lit, enough to see that if he fell, he'd probably die of starvation or dehydration before he hit the bottom. He followed the path with his eyes, seeing the source of the light made his satchel and jaw drop. The satchel would never be seen again. It was a city. A city that seemed to float, on a giant piece of land. Some sort of, island, floating in this dark abyss. He followed the path, city meant there would be people. People meant he could get help. He stopped as he reach the end of the path. The city was close, he would see giant gates welcoming you in. But it was still to far to reach, and the path had ended. There was no way he could jump to it. As he thought of what to do, the strange pillar next to him lit. Runes inscribed underneath him began to glow, and several smaller floating platforms appeared in front of him. Obviously confused, the man stepped onto them, carefully and awkwardly. He stepped on the stone path, following it into the city. The massive gates allowed him in, and he was bathed in the light of this new world. He was relived when he saw people, all sorts, walking, playing, living. The people paid him no mind. How long have these people been living here..? This city didn't look much different than the ones back on the surface. As he traversed the streets he kept an eye out for anyone who looked like they might be able to assist him. As he was glancing around a man in bulking armor shoved him aside. As he turned, he saw at least 4 men, each in every corner or some sort of large crate. It had air holes in them, rather large ones. Though the man could not see inside due to the darkness, he thought he caught a glimpse of some sort of..bear creature. Just then, whatever was inside rammed the crate, nearly tipping it over. "Sir!" one of the soldiers started, his voice sounding much tougher and menacing than a regular person. "Stay away from the crate sir." The man aimed, some sort of rifle at the innocent archaeologist. "W..wait my good man! I was wondering if you could help me? I fell from up above and-" "wait did he say above? He's from above?" The men shot looks at each other. They grabbed the innocent man and forced him into the crate with the terrifying beast. The man screamed and begged as the soldiers continued down the trail leading to the cathedral off in the distance. The children continued to play, and the adults did not blink twice at the incident. Such was life in the abyss.
Jet witnessed these events from the inside of a pub. The pubs windows were large and gave a clear view from both sides, inviting people in. The people stared for a bit. "Did he say he was from outside?" He herd peoples mumbles begin to stir up already. What does it matter? Not like any of you are going to do anything about. Despite his words, an 'outside' world did catch his interest. Was life different up there? Was it possible for Jet to start a new? Stop all the fighting? He doubted it. And returned to his drinks. As he gently sipped his whisky he reached into his pocket. Taking out a crumbled, poorly folded paper, he examined it. "Go into the tunnels. Find the..thing charging people candy and eliminate it. I don't care who you take or how it's done, just do it. It's considered dangerous and hostile, as it kills people who don't pay it's toll." -Dr.Fortitude. He stuffed the letter back in his pocket. Why did they assume he would take allies? He never even spoke to anyone. Jet sighed and finished his drink. Hell, one more wouldn't kill him. He ordered another one and began to work on it. Sipping quietly amongst the patrons.
the caves were empty. at least now that the intruder was gone. he refused to pay the fine and was, therefore, devoured by bats. at least they had killed him before the screaming got on his nerves. john put down his book to deal with the skeleton.he walked over and took the skull, and threw the rest into the hole that lead to where the molemen lived. the skull was going with the rest of the collection. he had yet to figure out who had made these catacombs, but whoever it was they weren't using it anymore.he put the skull into the coffin where he kept the rest. picking up the traveller's backpack on his way to the desk, he started looking through the various belongings. clothes, food, a knife. but then he found what he had been looking for: a bag of candy. so he did have some. maybe if he had offered it he would have lived. maybe he should start making people let him search their items instead of just telling them to hand over anything of value. they always went with jewelry and gems rather than what he was looking for.
Darkness, well such a thing wasn't abnormal for a young woman cursed with sightless eyes. At least, many described those who can't see as only to be able to see the color black. Lily didn't really know the difference, she hardly understood as it was hard to just describe colors. As a little girl, she had asked her parents to describe such things and they struggled to make sense of such things. The only way they could was relate the colors to feelings.
Today, she was once again wandering the bustling city. Living on the streets, she grew used to the different paths and finding her way around as she searched for food. Some people were kind, others not. She wore a dress clad in apparently a light blue according everyone else. Her metallic cane gingerly tapped in front of her, moving constantly in front of her for anything in the way. Lily paused when her sharp ears caught something of interest however. Normally, it was the everyday whispers of the citizens. Be it about the Church, the Rebel's or everyday life. The dirty blonde had listened but never really reacted to such things. After all, it wasn't really part of her business. This time however, her ears had caught the voice of a man. His voice.. his smell.. was foreign.. nothing seemed familiar about such a man which was unusual. Of course, most probably wouldn't have realized it if he had not voiced where he was from.
Outside? Lily had always wondered what it would be like outside. What did it feel or smell like? She was craving to just be released from the cramped feeling she always felt here in this city. No, she didn't know what it was like up there or if it even mattered, but it didn't hurt to wish. Just once if she could go, she couls be happy even without seeing it.
Sadly, the soldiers seemed to stuff the man into the crate they had been guarding, the screams and pleas being utterly ignored. Feeling pity for the newcomer, the blind woman knew that she could do little to help but she had at least try. Slowly, she walked up to where the clattering sounds of metal were, following the foreign scent to where surely the soldiers were.
"Kind sirs, must you take him? It does not seem he is right in the mind. If you would only release the helpless man I can surely look to see what may be wrong." Lily spoke in her soft, soothing, musical voice in a polite and kind tone. Throwing a scene would do no good, the best she could do was a kind and innocent approach. Even then, she was doubtful. She was even unsure if they wouldn't turn on her, it happened of course.
Things were dull at the moment. Mr. White hadn't even seen a poor, hapless Upsider get tortured yet, and he got disappointed when the Gate of Salvation's work didn't cause at least one slow and painful death each day. As he walked through the streets of Agartha, the only thing keeping him from being totally and hopelessly bored was the pipe sticking out of his mouth, from which he puffed sweet-tasting smoke. As was typical with smoking this way, he never inhaled the smoke. He couldn't stand the idea of inhaling smoke at all, no matter where it came from, but he quite enjoyed the taste of this blend. As he rounded a corner, he saw a very dirty man wander through the great gates of Agartha, and he knew what he was. And knew he would make the same mistake every Upsider made: asking what's going on and blurt out where he came from like some idiot. Didn't they know that when you happen upon an isolated city that nobody knew existed, you don't go sharing the fact that you're an outsider? Not that he was complaining. The deaths were sweet music to his ears, their screams soothing to the mind. What he didn't expect, however, was for some meddling little girl to try and convince them otherwise. Putting on his best passerby expression of worry and ignorance, he swept near the girl and said, "Come now. Nothing to see here. Just stay out of the way." As he said it, he smiled inwardly. The act was convincing, even for him, he who was trained to resist persuasion as was standard for members of the Gate. He poured his arcane energies into the words, giving them a silky smooth characteristic. Most civilians in Agartha, whose wills were long since broken, could resist such charms. This girl surely just had a stroke of compassion that overpowered her broken will for but a moment. All Mr. White had to do, really, was give her a push back in the right direction.
The small time crook Mr.Davis was stunned. He had never seen such a selection of weapons here in Agartha! Guns, knives, bombs and everything in between. This was all he needed to finally hit it big. He took a look at the...well gentlemen; he supposed that sold him this gear. He looked everything but trust worthy in his dusty worn coat, Face covering bandana and of course those eyes. His eyes where unlike anything he had seen before. They were positively glowing with hints of blue, red and orange.
''How much?''. The Peddler looked pleased
''700''. This was too good to be true...700? Davis would get that back in a day with all this wonderful gear! Pulling out the bills from his dirty pocket he quickly hands them over. The Peddler chuckles slightly and gives his happy customer a nice revolver with ammo to spare. The meeting ends without ceremony as the two parts split. Mr.Davis had what he had come for and so The Peddler.
Another day another man who has taken his life in to his own hands, The Peddler thinks as it wanders to get out of the slums. He keeps himself well hidden in the crowd as the masses funnel around him like a river of flesh. The money it made today would surely come in handy for getting the basic supplies he needed to rebuild that revolver he sold also being what The Peddler is, upkeep is cheap. It ate little last week and it will eat little this week. Finally Peddler reached his common hang-out when it was off duty. A friendly pub witch it came to often to spy on new customers. Customers like rebels , Revolutionary’s and of course simple scum. However it was surprised to see something happening just outside the pub. A man was dragged off and sadly the soldiers around him where too fast and too heavily armed for Peddler to intervene to its own dismay. Seems just like another day here…
Walking in to the pub Peddler takes a seat at the bar stools. Its attire makes it look less like a dangerous black market dealer and more of a hobo. Thankfully nobody seems to bat a eye as it walks in.
''One of the usual please''
Mara watched the ordeal unfold, peering out from behind a corner, the man claiming to come from "above" was manhandled and forced into a crate. She couldn't however fathom why, the man hadn't appeared to break any laws, nor was he a notable criminal. While she knew it would probably be in her best interest to just turn, leave, and never speak of it, she couldn't do that. They could be corrupt men taking the man to take all he owns, and leave him for dead, and what was in the crate? She was certain she had seen it move by it's own accord. Sadly she couldn't just let this go, so she waited, observing from her hiding spot until they moved.
As she watched, Mara observed some girl address the soldiers, she she was trying to get them to release him from their custody. Mara nearly laughed at the naivety, there was no chance they would do it, especially from what she had seen, you don't take a man into custody and then release him because some girl asks, and you especially don't release a man you detained for no apparent reason because a girl asked nicely. She was genuinely afraid for her safety for a moment, her hand lowering to her pistol at her waist. That was until a man sidled up beside the girl, and gave her some rather wise advice.
As the soldiers made their way away, Mara began to follow, keeping her distance so as to not be noticeable, and sticking to the darkest areas as she did so.
The soldier aimed his weapon at the blind girl at the mere touch, perhaps a reflex, or perhaps he just wanted to shoot something. Was this girl serious? Release the prisoner? Yea sure kid. I'll let him go. Then they'll put me in there with that thing. He thought. His comrades watched, not stepping to make the call themselves. Ass holes.. He muttered underneath his helmet. Thankfully, some weird looking man stepped in. The soldier let out a sigh of relief and they continued on the path the giant church. " Way to go on not shooting a blind girl rookie." One of his allies began. "Shut up." He mumbled as they went on their way, everyone clearing a path for them as they walked through the city.
Jet had turned his back to the whole ordeal until he herd the girls gentle voice. What the hell is she doing..? Living down here, people should know better than to interfere with the Light Seeker's business. Though Jet would do nothing himself, he didn't want unwanted trouble. Thankfully it was all resolved without need of him. He turned back to his drink, and when he did he notice the strange individual. He couldn't tell if it was man or woman, or even how old it was. But it look like unwanted trouble. Jet decided to finish his drink quickly and be on his way. For some reason he had a bad feeling about this whole mess.
As the soldiers began, one of them whispered to the others. Giving a small nod in a certain direction. Soon all of them were aware of Mara's presence. " What do we do about her?" One of them whispered. "She's with the church, she's got the same symbol as us on her clothes." ""Shit man you can see that?" "These helmets got zoom. And night vision. Duh." "Right, fuck you to. Now what do we do about her?" "Nothing. She can follow all she wants. If she tries anything, we kill her. We just stick to our orders." They all gave a nod and continued on their way, the thing inside giving small growls every now and again.
Lily turned her head slightly to face toward where the new voice came from, clad in a musical tone that sung a tone that would charm most. Cept her. Her ears were sharp and even she took a moment to decipher his words but it seemed this man wasn't quite the person his voice tried to convince. Perhaps he was a soldier, a thief, or but a mysterious man with mysterious intentions, she had a feeling this man was dangerous. Odd, but for now he hadn't harmed her and only tried to leave the soldiers be. His words slightly amused her though.
"Of course there is nothing to see, kind sir. That is why I am asking." The blind girl replied before listening to the soldiers resume their stride. "Mhmm... Sad.... May he be well in after." She said softly mostly to herself as she prayed for the man's better after life. She knew what happened... She could hear the cries, the screams, smell the blood... Perhaps she was blind physically, but not mentally. In a way, she wanted to follow them but also knew it would do no good, there was nothing more she could really do. She was not strong nor fast, no ability to set free the man other than words. It was times like these she wished she was stronger. The poor people who knew nothing, innocent... Only to die. Then again, she was only one girl in a city of many.
Giving a heavy sigh, Lily gingerly moved her black cane to gingerly tap in front of her again as she walked. She didn't have a set destination really, probably to just take a seat somewhere and merely listen like always. It was the only entertainment really.