Setting
You find yourself in the grandiose entrance to Wing City, underneath a majestic and massive archway stretching the width of the street. Before you is the expanse of Main Street, and to the south is the regions sitting outside of the city.
Wing City Main Entrance
You find yourself in the grandiose entrance to Wing City, underneath a majestic and massive archway stretching the width of the street. Before you is the expanse of Main Street, and to the south is the regions sitting outside of the city.
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northeast |
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You are here. |
east |
southwest |
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Wing City Main Entrance is a part of 
Wing City.
71 Characters Here
Captian Leon Brighton [89] A Captian of the 'White Legieon', a group of soldiers that protect Terra. (WIP)
Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig [47] "Never fear, my pretty dears, for lo, behold! CAPTAIN RUNEMOLD IS NIGH!"
Assassin [36] Mm. Go away.
Nikolai [35]
Marion McNaughton [28] A Highborn Lady that could no longer take the sight of suffering. She threw away her aristocracy and joined the Resistance.
Ralgus Thanatos [23] A Harbringer from an unknown, far away land, whisked away by a magic portal.
Mr. E Mayor [21] The Mayor of Wing City. How he got there no one knows.
Gaia: Mother of Creation [20] The Mother of the Planet and Nature
Tina Sharp [19] USIF Army Commander.
William Goodfriend [19] For Godsakes let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories about the death of kings
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Peter looks around. It sure was kind of those people to pick him up, but he already finds the memory of who brought him here fading, strangely.
"Huh."
He stares up at the archway, admiring it in it's grandiose size and structure.
He shakes his head. What am I thinking? I don't have time to marvel at architecture. I'm here to find somebody... If they were even real.
The memories of that vast plain of wheat or grass, he can't remember which, are already fading, and he struggles to remember.
A set of faces suddenly come into recognition, his mind remembering them, even as details have faded.
Moon... Moon something. Waves in Moonlight? Nah, wait... And the girl, Ha... Haze. Yeah.
He clutches his steel-plated temple, the leather gloves gripping firmly onto the metal surface.
Why... Why does it seem so distant? Was it even real? Or... A dream?
He suddenly finds it hard to breath, and scrabbles his hands at the seal of his helmet. As he removes it, he takes a deep gasp of breath. He's never felt uncomfortable in his armor before, but he feels very claustrophobic all of a sudden.
"F- Fuck, man. What's going on? Why-" He stutters to himself. He's never felt as out of place as he does now, with all the people around him.
The ground begins to spin around him as he turns in circles, staring at everyone around him. 30, maybe 40 people. Some of them, as he sees them dissolve into mist for a split second, then regain solidity, as if they weren't really there.
Peter shakes his head. He can't focus on this now, he has things to do. He puts back on his helmet, not bothering to seal it, and takes a deep breath of the filtered air. Lord, man. You gotta chill out. Take a step back, and let the business end take over.
He laces his fingers together and stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.
Alright. Time to get to work.
"Huh."
He stares up at the archway, admiring it in it's grandiose size and structure.
He shakes his head. What am I thinking? I don't have time to marvel at architecture. I'm here to find somebody... If they were even real.
The memories of that vast plain of wheat or grass, he can't remember which, are already fading, and he struggles to remember.
A set of faces suddenly come into recognition, his mind remembering them, even as details have faded.
Moon... Moon something. Waves in Moonlight? Nah, wait... And the girl, Ha... Haze. Yeah.
He clutches his steel-plated temple, the leather gloves gripping firmly onto the metal surface.
Why... Why does it seem so distant? Was it even real? Or... A dream?
He suddenly finds it hard to breath, and scrabbles his hands at the seal of his helmet. As he removes it, he takes a deep gasp of breath. He's never felt uncomfortable in his armor before, but he feels very claustrophobic all of a sudden.
"F- Fuck, man. What's going on? Why-" He stutters to himself. He's never felt as out of place as he does now, with all the people around him.
The ground begins to spin around him as he turns in circles, staring at everyone around him. 30, maybe 40 people. Some of them, as he sees them dissolve into mist for a split second, then regain solidity, as if they weren't really there.
Peter shakes his head. He can't focus on this now, he has things to do. He puts back on his helmet, not bothering to seal it, and takes a deep breath of the filtered air. Lord, man. You gotta chill out. Take a step back, and let the business end take over.
He laces his fingers together and stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.
Alright. Time to get to work.