Tento Flare's Story

Emile sat in the backseat of an open top Mercedes. Eyes flickering at the sight of thousands of people on the sidewalks and hundreds of automobiles moving through this pave way alone. Merging into a larger grid that was connected to this massive planetside metropolis he had found himself on. The small thin man wasn’t in uniform now, as to not draw to much attention to himself. Instead wearing a tan light-colored cream suit. Silk tie and pocket square in a rich royal purple.

The driver was sort of vacant now, leaving the Count to somewhat search through his own effects. Etchings, a few old bound books, a military side arm. Underneath it all was a small leather-bound notebook with appropriate greasy stick of charcoal. Emile had the appreciation for archaic things, so many things that were rich with history and tradition.

The inhabitants of this strange new place are sophisticated enough to construct large scale, late industrial urban centers…

He wrote down diligently.

The cities are much like our own in many aspects. Elements of social control and city planning. Yet when I look out to see the people. There is no greater structure. Their betters are obscured by the masses and must pretend to amongst them. They are a people who should be ruled, not ruling…

After finishing that thought, Emile sort of closed the journal for now looking outward.

oh hi there

Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

The quake drew notice from Jinhai operating from north main street where their tether lie to Genesis. Thus Bristol was dispatched by his own behest to investigate as Jinhai were not terribly inquisitive creatures. They still tended to off-put the locals which would not garner much information. As much as he liked to visit Genesis as a place of angular clean spires sat atop endless grasses it was quite lonely with a city full of creatures that did not talk. His office was in wing city where he directed Jinhai to rebuild the endless march of poor whose houses had been knocked flat. Though that wasn't to say he did not also manage Myrkul's complete lack of investment interest. Going into the poorhouse himself wouldn't help anyone. It was his Mercedes he was standing on though the Jinhai had their own way about crafting 'thing that moves' since exposure to the one woman's minivan.

Though he turned about as he recognized that enunciated and controlled tone people trained for PR always used. Instead found the regal sort with the high brow look. Ever the city boy he forgot there were still many monarchies sprinkled about the universe until one walked up in wing city. A blue/gold surcoat of smooth fabric over the black armor that was a Ductu clumped each boot as he came down from the trunk. The front of his armor marked on his collar with the seal of the Imperium, Myrkul's insistence, and the other of Myrkul's own centered a black starred gear inside a circle.

He made a small bow in lieu of aggravating bodyguards with an attempt at a handshake, "Yes, though it concerns my patron I'm still not entirely sure where it's coming from. I am Bristol Stacks, delegate of Myrkul's Vein and part of the Imperium. Call me Bristol, if you like."

"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"

Marcus steps into the arena, watching. He's restless for a fight, tapping his baton against his armored thigh. He waits for one of the many people to prepare for a match, so he can approach them and ask them for a fight.
In the meantime, he's going to do a full check of his equipment.

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.

As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...

Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street, LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.

WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?

it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.

Leviathan waited for the winds to return a reply, but heard nothing — all but the hum of spacecraft, coming from the bizarre area to the north. Having been asleep for over a decade in his own time, this was a new sound in a city that felt unfamiliar, despite this very creature being there at the beginning.

In a huff, Leviathan stomped off, stepping over one building before crushing another in his slither towards the sound.