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Revelation: The City in the Sky

District Gamma

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a part of Revelation: The City in the Sky, by Kurokiku.

District Gamma

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The District of the working poor and con-men alike, it is often referred to unflatteringly as the "District of Charlatans."
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District Gamma

District Gamma

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District Gamma is a part of Revelation.

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Tinder [1] The impish street performer.

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Skin met asphalt in a clumsy plop to the ground, a girl with teal hair who’d just been back flipping through the urban scum streets deciding to take her stop on one particular street corner and dropping to the cement walkway without an ounce of hesitation. A busied expression was painted across her face, as if she were in the middle of doing something very important, eyes blinking and lips pursed while she pulled something out of her pocket. Wrappers crinkled loudly as she tugged all the contents out, plastic glittering in the dim morning light like crinkly gold. Tinder’s serious expression bubbled into a new face, her squinted eyes becoming wide and shiny, her tightly closed mouth spreading open to reveal a toothy, gluttonous smile. She ran her tongue along the insides of her mouth as she poured all the candies out from her hands and onto the ground right in front of her with kindled excitement and radioactive pride.

“SKWAH WAH WAH WAH WAH” cried the dumb peacock named Harry who was perched on her shoulder. She was constantly telling him that he couldn’t perch there anymore like he used to when he was little because he was too big now, but the insufferable thing never listened to her when she scolded him. After his loud squawks, he craned his head over to look at Tinder in the eyes, as if transmitting through eye contact the message “Oh, please let me have some candy.” Tinder scowled deeply- something she only did when she was alone or extremely angry, this time it being because she was alone- and wiggled her shoulders so Harry would be forced to hop off.

He scuttled to the ground just about as gracefully as she had moments before, looking at the girl with those same greedy eyes, peering back and forth between the candy and his owner. “No, Harry, you’re not getting any of my candy!” she stated fussily, already starting to unwrap a piece of hard candy and stuffing it in her mouth. It was butterscotch. She hated butterscotch. Her feathered companion gulped with delight as if he already knew what was about to happen. If Tinder didn’t like butterscotch and Harry really wanted some candy, it only made sense to give him this one, right? Only one, though. She took the round candy from her mouth and smashed it repeatedly into the dirty street so that the pieces were small enough that if Harry tried to swallow them he wouldn’t choke, and then made a grand gesture that signaled Harry to dig in.

Anyone who knew Tinder would be glowing with surprise at that moment, for she had just displayed an undeniably selfless act for another living being- something that doesn’t happen often. Had Harry been replaced by any human on the face of the planet, you bet your bottom dollar that she would have kept sucking on that butterscotch just so that the other party couldn’t have it. Harry was truly the only exception. Mind you, she wasn’t exactly the best caretaker (who lets a bird eat candy, after all?) but what mattered is that she tried and shoveled out at least a cup of compassion and ladled it on top of the blue bird.

She grabbed the rest of the candy, popped a cherry flavored one into her mouth, and stuffed the rest back inside her pocket. She’d stolen the lot from some old lady in the Beta district the other day, and had only remembered it just now. It was like finding a dollar you didn’t know you had folded neatly in your pocket. Perhaps it was exponentially better than a dollar, though, since Tinder loved candy. She somersaulted from her criss-cross -applesauce position on the ground, leaping up like a spring after the second roll and standing on her feet. She looked at Harry who was pecking away at the candy with annoyance. “Come on, Harry, we don’t have all day.” She cried, popping the thing on the head and already starting to walk. Harry’s pecks became more frantic as he attempted to eat it all while still stay close to Tinder, and once she’d already gotten ten feet away, he frantically ripped himself from the spot and scampered to her, shouting his “SKWAH WAH WAH” the whole way there.

She cart wheeled into the more densely populated part of Gamma, home of the working class and the job-chasers (the people who never have a job but are always “looking” for one) in hopes of finding someone in her old posse to travel to Beta with. After a trip, they all dispersed throughout the city to get their shit together, and then recollected to go make another trip. It’d been two days or so, so she really ought to start hunting down one of the other talented freaks like her. Slowly, her cart wheels transitioned to her simply walking on her hands, doing anything to keep herself from getting bored. People-searching was just so tedious.
Harry wiggled uncoordinated behind her like some sort of wonky watch dog or a protective penguin, his neck swaying from side to side as he kept his eyes on all the people around them, just daring them to try and hurt his Tinder.

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That's not right.

A scribble on the parchment resulted in passionate writing. A knuckly, large hand found its way through unwashed hair, dirty fingernails digging into an oily scalp.

It's wrong! You're doing it wrong!

This piece was crumpled up and tossed into a wood burner, the smoke slowly billowing out through a metal shaft and up into the mid-morning sky. His wrist flicked about on the parchment, his fingers diligently moving his wild handwriting all over a fresh page, hoping that maybe this one, this time would be it.

"Damn it!" Mars, crystal clear eyes wild with fire, bellowed and he threw his instruments to the ground. All night he'd been up. All the day before he'd pondered, examined, experimented, calculated... Nothing was coming out right! For hours now he'd worked on the same equation, all to no avail. Moving his stool back away from his littered desk, he turned it around, bare chest facing the pulsing, soft glow of violet. The light turned his gray eyes a pale purple, making him seem mystical. His arms dangled lifelessly at his sides and he stood up on bare feet, moving to cover the glass case around the glowing wand.

For years Mars had watched that wand. For years he'd continued his research on why... Now it was only nightmares and the scientific block that he could not overcome. His previous inventions and jobs were no longer coming to him. He was preoccupied with transfiguring and transmutation. No one thought it was possible, so they didn't bother with him any longer.

Walking slowly, methodically, up the winding staircase to his living quarters, Mars's mind was still reeling with the dividends, the sigmas, the chemistry and the possibilities. The violet glow was gone, snuffed out by the black-out cover he'd sewn to chase his thoughts away. But it never really helped. In the end, Mars was eternally haunted by the "what-ifs". The cogs in his brain were rusting and growing stiff with no oil to loosen them up. Opening his basement door, the hermit scientist was greeted harshly by sunlight he hadn't seen for over 30 hours. His basement was dank and dark with only a sufficient ventilation system to keep from choking himself to death. Covering his eyes with his arm, he made his way toward the bathroom in order to wash up.

Today was the day he'd go out for food and water. Entering the room, he stopped in front of a mirror hanging haphazardly on the ceramic walls. Before him stood a tired, wiry man pushing thirty. He barely ate anymore. Nutrition wasn't the first thought on his mind until he became so weak he could barely stand up. Mars felt like he was at the point now. But the grayness of his skin, nor the sunken look of his ribs, really caught his eye. No, in fact it was the large, faded yellow beak on his face. It opened and closed as he turned from side to side. The rhamphotheca was mixing nicely with his skin; fading from the soft, malleable tissue into the hard outer shell that encased the jaw bone. It had taken many years and many long nights to create the wand that had done this to him. The metal piece, which lay neatly beside his bed, was a part of him now.

Looking in the mirror, however, Mars was astounded at himself. He'd only wanted the disfigurement for disguising purposes. Lately he'd been wearing it more often. His work was not only engulfing his life but physically engulfing his body.

...How sad... Marissa's voice whispered in his brain. Shaking her away violently, Mars went to the bedroom and restored his normal face, wraith-like and sculpted. His eyes were narrowed at the sound of her voice and his heart was racing. Wouldn't she ever leave him be? Growling, Mars made a mental note to try and remember that the beak was not a permanent fixture.

After a quick bath, the beak was transfigured back onto his face and he pulled on a dark coat with a rather large hood to wear over his eyes. His boots had long since lost their laces and he just slipped them over his bare feet. Checking his pants pockets for money, Mars slowly walked out into the bustling world of Gamma. It was a few blocks to the grocery and market, so he would have to walk quickly to avoid prying eyes.

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Zade collapsed into her pile of blankets; she was bone-weary and exhausted. The night had been a good deal more exciting than she would have liked. She’d been contracted to steal something, an ornamental blade, from Lord Morris’s estate. Easy enough, and she’d managed to sneak past all the security present to grab the thing and go. Unfortunately, someone had decided that the area and the time was optimal not only for theft, but also for murder. It was not until she’d been confronted by several armed guards and had to flee else be captured and executed that she had discovered this.

Of course Marquis Goldwater’s estate is right next to Lord Morris’s. Because the world is trying to tell me that there’s no hope for anything, she thought with a mixture of bitterness and wry humor. She’d spent the next few hours trying to lose the men on her way back to Gamma, hoping that she’d be able to slip down some back alley and disappear. It had worked- eventually. The meantime wound up being analogous to a race through a maze, and it was only the knowledge of the inner city that Zade had carefully acquired that had saved her from being hauled in to the prisons outside the city.

Now, she was footsore, and worried besides. She knew her disguise was pretty good; she wore all black from head to toe, and a mask covered the lower half of her face, but there was always a chance someone had caught some basic physical descriptors that were hard to hide- eyes, hair, skin tone. Hopefully her hooded cloak had obscured her gender enough that everyone would be looking for a male. She wasn’t much fond of the idea of relying on chance, though, and perhaps it might be wise to ask the troupe’s mage to switch her coloration as she did with Tinder’s hair.

But for now, she was going to need some sleep. After escorting the strange man with the beak outside of the store, she had been unable to find any of her old circus friends, which meant that she would not be needed anywhere today, and she doubted her presence anywhere would be missed. A plus to not being close to anyone in particular, certainly.

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District Delta

Pandora had stayed the night at the warehouse, the better to keep watch over the unconscious young poison victim. Her sleep had been fitful at best, but then she was used to this sort of thing. She was up periodically every hour or so to check on him, and was presently convinced that he was stabilized, if not quite ready to wake yet.

The vials the doctor had given her, she had carefully stored somewhere they would not break. She was honestly unsure how to take the fact that he had given them to her at all. The concept of paying her for being allowed to help was a bit strange to the mage, but she had a feeling he was one of those people it would be best not to argue with once he had decided on a course of action. The medicine itself she was unsure of, but she attributed this firmly to her lack of knowledge on such matters and nothing else. She trusted his word for it, which while perhaps foolish wasn’t something she could force herself not to do.

Rather than linger on it, Pandora decided it might be best to purchase some food for her patient, as he looked like he could probably use some when he awoke. As it happened, the money-little as it was- that she had received yesterday would be of great assistance in this matter, but she would need to be careful with ingredient selection because her clinic presently lacked a stove or any other means of producing heat other than her magic, which frankly wasn’t any good for that sort of thing.

As her large blue eyes adjusted to the daylight outside, Pandora flipped the sign on her clinic door to indicate that she would be back soon, and made her way to Delta’s small, poor market district. The fruits and most of the veggies she stayed away from; those had to be cooked thoroughly before they even began to approach palatable. Same for the meats. The bread was a bit on the stale side, but it was inexpensive, and she purchased two loaves of it with her newly-acquired coin. She was actually fairly excited; such a quantity would be more than enough to get the young man back on his feet, and maybe there’d be leftovers that she could take home. She silently thanked Eos, though the memory of how exactly that had happened caused her to shake her head.

As it turned out, her loaves were not to make it quite as far as she would have hoped. The first went in halves to a couple different children she knew didn’t have parents. Such orphans were generally cared for collectively by the community, and Pandora was not one to refuse to do her part. The second made it back to the warehouse all right, though, and she was careful to hide it where it would remind nobody of their empty stomachs, least of all herself, though she did take a couple of slices. She hadn’t eaten since the day before yesterday, after all, and there would probably be no fewer sick or injured today than there had been then.

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Not having found any eateries that would garauntee a meal that wouldn't cause dysentery in District Delta, Eos made his way through the waning crowds into Gamma. He had always found it astounding how quickly the air changed from a fetid haze of grimey dust one had to grit their teeth to filter out to an air of...clean, was not the word. It was still rather dingey, but couldn't hold a candle to the smell of waste that seemed to permeate Delta. With at least some half-decent clothing on--as the absence of shoes was not particularly noted in Gamma--Eos perused the swindling merchant blankets that seemed to always be in service. "The sector of charlatans indeed..." he whispered.

The first seven or eight blankets had some food, but most was either moldy, rotten on the inside or too good to be true. Twice a merchant eyed the half-full coin purse that hung half-revealed from Eos's pocket. A cool glare was levelled their way each time, although the concealed forms lying in the shadows of the nearby alley ways were not reassuring. Still, eventually an older man with wispy tufts of colorless hair for a beard provided cabbage stew with some sort of brownish meat that was probably better left unidentified. It wasn't bad, and the elderly shopkeeper had some old chef's tools and sterilizing agents so Eos was sure that the food was at least prepared properly.

As the younger man sat down to wait for the merchant--Rikard as he soon learned, he was regailed with a tale of how a lowly Gamma-goer came across such 'glamorous' tools of a trade. Rikard was originally a man born into a relatively wealthy merchant home in Beta. He carried on his family's tradition and learned to sell, haggle and produce various foods. Food was always necessary, Rikard had said with a gap toothed smile. The younger Rikard was quite a success, married young and was summarily robbed blind by the woman whom he devoted his life to. His family disowned their foolish son, saying it was his own fault for marrying a woman of a lower station and left him with nothing. Now, fifty years later, he was living as a two-bit cook scraping by. The bowls were wrapped in plastic and cheap cloth to keep them warm before being handed over to Eos. He fished around in his coin purse for a moment before a shriveled hand was placed atop of his. Eos looked up in puzzlement to see Rikard's lopsided grin.

"It's hard enough," the old man said, "to come by anyone willing to look you in the eye instead of your coin purse 'round these parts. Even scarcer for someone without wrinkles to listen to a man my age prattle on about the past. Keep your coins, i've taken time enough as payment."

Eos smiled sadly, then clasped Rikard's hand. In it he left a single gold coin. Twenty times the worth of the food he had just purchased. He spun on his heel and quickly walked away before any word of protest could leave the old man's mouth. After a couple blocks Eos slowed his pace and glanced half-heartedly at the remaining blankets and stalls hawking wares. Most of it was trash, but a single trinket caught his eye. A copper necklace with a pendant in the half-circle shape of the rising sun. I haven't watched the sunrise in so long... A deep pit welled in his stomach, one caused by the thought that he had betrayed Selene's memory. The notion oozed through his mind like a greasy wisp of smoke while Eos carried the food back towards Delta. He was nearing the lodging area of Gamma now, almost at the border.

Without thinking he squeezed the sunburst pendant that now hung from his neck.

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Feeling the thick stew sloshing around inside it's container combined with the beefy smell set Eos's stomach to rumbling. He had forgotten to eat yesterday, too caught up in caring for the mage and boy to concentrate on hunger. Now that he was for the most part alone, walking down the quieter part of Gamma his body made it evident that it was unhappy. Eos tried not to grumble obscenities about the annoying faculties of the human body as he passed through the cluster of Gamma's 'wealthy'. At least, that's what they would want you to think.

As Eos strolled on past a relatively nice gated manse, three conversing figures caught his eye. He would have spared them no more than a cursory glance had not the one man speaking looked so...familiar. Skin, hair, size and height meant nothing in the description Eos recalled in his mind. That man...the one with one eye. An empty socket of gray flesh that stared back at you with disconcerting focus, as if the vacant orbit could actually see you. It was seeing you. Eos remembered that one feature so vividly, remembered wondering if the man left his eye like that as a reminder of himself to his mistake...or as a reminder to others of what exactly he did. A name did not surface in his mind along with the picture.

A short-haired woman, the one talking to One-Eye, made eye contact with Eos. The dusky man's eyes widened and he shuffled uncomfortably, not realizing he had been staring. The woman smiled and tilted her head quizzically. "Do you require something sir? Or is it suddenly polite to eavesdrop."

The gall that perpetually permeated Eos returned with a swell and he held the packaged food to his torso a bit tighter. His eyes glinted with playful fire and Eos flashed a lopsided smile to match that of the woman. "Food, water, sleep and air is all we truly require, milady. Food, I have in my hand. Water can be found in any well. Sleep is something that we all catch up on eventually, and air is quite free." to demonstrate his point, Eos inhaled deeply. One-Eye and the other man scowled deeply and were only kept from saying something by the woman. Eos shrugged and continued, "You do have me at the eavesdropping though. Very rude. If you could point me towards the gate to Delta I would be out of your hair in no time at all."

Throughout the conversation, despite speaking to Ishtar, his eyes remained locked with One-Eye's singular gaze. Not recognition lit up on the older man's face although it was plain that he held Eos in little regard. Ishtar pointed further down the roads. "You're on the right path."

Without further comment she turned back to her companions leaving Eos's half-hearted thank you hanging in the air. A cold hand churned in his stomach as he made a short walk of the remaining distance between himself and Delta. That man was someone important, if not to the city, than to himself.

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District Delta

Without warning Eos pushed open the door to the makeshift clinic and brought his load to bear. "I come bearing gifts!" he smiled, some of the luster had faded from the expression as compared to a couple hours ago, and placed both bundles on the side of Icarus's bed. Unwrapping them with no little amount of haste the beef stew was uncovered. The meaty aroma immediately filled the room as steam wafted off the still-hot food. Eos himself had moved to grab a green apple from his linen sack still sitting by Pandora's former resting place and bit into it. Sitting down between the two, he looked to Icarus then Pandora. "You wouldn't believe the walk i've had. I miss anything?"