Setting
You are beneath the massive eastern gate into Wing City, set into the massive walls surrounding the entire settlement. To your east is a paved road, while the west leads into Wing City.
Wing City Eastern Gate
You are beneath the massive eastern gate into Wing City, set into the massive walls surrounding the entire settlement. To your east is a paved road, while the west leads into Wing City.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
| "out" to Wing City » | ||
Wing City Eastern Gate is a part of 
Wing City.
31 Characters Here
'Ike' Kontio [18] A cursed succubus with a hidden name.
Tempestor Prime Caylum [13] the leader of the 54th Psian jakals
the 54th Psian Jakals [13] a dispossessed tempestus scion regiment specialized in combatting the eldar
Jack Rass [10] "Give me a minute to write that down..."
Fireknaught PNC [5] Various NPC's for the Fireknaught Empire.
Lord Commissar Antarius [4] FORWARD! WARRIORS OF THE EMPEROR!
Crash McChamber [3] Legendary circus Knife-Thrower and trapeze artist.
Silaqui [2] From the deserts of Maribia the warrior-mage leaves her hermitage to observe the state of the world. (Alignment: CG)
Tara Storr [1]
Goddess Persephone [1] Maybe one day I will be let free of this eternal cage to fly where I want to.
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shade extereme walked into the bar smiling, he had a good feeling about today and then sat dowm and thought 'maybe ill see ruby today! he smiled agian at the thought... it had been strange of course when he tried to kill him but.. that was the cursed Keiran.. oh well..
Jack Rass was standing quietly beside the gate to Wing City, looking faintly confused. Dressed in a loose hooded sweatshirt and baggy trousers, with a bag slung over his shoulder, he appeared to have been heading somewhere before losing his way, but there was nothing like forward momentum in his posture.
Rubbing his eyes, he peered this way and that, looking for some form of sign. Sadly, he didn't find what he was searching for at all.
Rubbing his eyes, he peered this way and that, looking for some form of sign. Sadly, he didn't find what he was searching for at all.
"Y'sure you don't want me to call us a... taxi or something?" Two young men were walking down the street, the taller of the two looking at the younger with something like concern mingled with mild frustration. "If you're tired..."
"Not tired, thanks," the other replied shortly, raising an eyebrow at his companion before rolling his eyes. "I'm fine," he added with a small, tired smile. So, he was a little tired. It didn't matter - he wasn't an invalid! He could walk perfectly fine!
"I'm just saying --"
"Are you okay?" Darren Samson spoke over the voice of his friend, having just passed Jack Rass by and noted the expression on the bloke's face. He waited, weight resting on his left leg, and looked at the third man expectantly.
"Not tired, thanks," the other replied shortly, raising an eyebrow at his companion before rolling his eyes. "I'm fine," he added with a small, tired smile. So, he was a little tired. It didn't matter - he wasn't an invalid! He could walk perfectly fine!
"I'm just saying --"
"Are you okay?" Darren Samson spoke over the voice of his friend, having just passed Jack Rass by and noted the expression on the bloke's face. He waited, weight resting on his left leg, and looked at the third man expectantly.
Jack Rass ducked away from the side of the gate, standing to his full and (frankly considerable) height. He didn't know these boys, he was pretty sure of that, but given the... gaps... he wasn't sure. Jack swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Uh, I seem to have displaced myself a little... I, uh, wonder if you could tell me what's going on? I mean, where I am." He swallowed; he shouldn't have said that. He needed to- he didn't actually know what he needed, though he felt as if he should.
"I'm a bit... lost."
"Uh, I seem to have displaced myself a little... I, uh, wonder if you could tell me what's going on? I mean, where I am." He swallowed; he shouldn't have said that. He needed to- he didn't actually know what he needed, though he felt as if he should.
"I'm a bit... lost."
Darren's face immediately softened from the (somewhat) tight expression he'd been hosting beforehand (okay, he'd admit it - his leg was niggling him something chronic, and his chest hurt, but John didn't need to know that; he'd just make them get a taxi home and he barely got out of the house as it was), and a relaxed, natural and sympathetic smile appeared in its place.
"That's okay," the young man nodded encouragingly. "We're in Wing City. Eastern Wing City."
John didn't look quite as sympathetic - then again, John wasn't a naturally empathetic creature. One of the only reasons he helped Darren out so much and was so patient was because he honestly loved the kid (not that way - like a brother).
"Where is it you're heading to?" John asked, curbing his tone away from impatient and towards polite interest.
"That's okay," the young man nodded encouragingly. "We're in Wing City. Eastern Wing City."
John didn't look quite as sympathetic - then again, John wasn't a naturally empathetic creature. One of the only reasons he helped Darren out so much and was so patient was because he honestly loved the kid (not that way - like a brother).
"Where is it you're heading to?" John asked, curbing his tone away from impatient and towards polite interest.
Jack Rass looked rather affronted at John's mention of hospitals, and drew himself up a little taller. Despite being quite thin, he made a rather intimidating figure when inflated with offence. "Excuse me, but I'll have you know that I am not missing from a hospital! Why on earth would I have my dance bag with me if I had in some way absconded with myself from a medical facility?"
His voice was still polite, but there was an undertone of deep displeasure to his words as he looked down at the smaller man. "Now, if you don't mind..." Abruptly, he turned to Darren. "Hello there, I appear to be lost. I was wondering if you could help me?"
His voice was still polite, but there was an undertone of deep displeasure to his words as he looked down at the smaller man. "Now, if you don't mind..." Abruptly, he turned to Darren. "Hello there, I appear to be lost. I was wondering if you could help me?"
John's expression contained all that you needed to know - he was agitated, irritated, worried and none-too-mildly confused. He heaved a sigh at the (much) taller bloke's indignant speech and resolved to keep an eye on Darren instead.
Said young man was blinking, a little confused at that turn of events. Okay. Brain to gob, brain to gob. "Hi," Darren replied slowly. "I'll help - we both will, don't mind him. He's just grumpy because I won't take a taxi. So, do you have some form of phone in your bag?" he inquired once again (dance bag? Wow, that was so cool - he'd never met a bloke-dancer before).
Said young man was blinking, a little confused at that turn of events. Okay. Brain to gob, brain to gob. "Hi," Darren replied slowly. "I'll help - we both will, don't mind him. He's just grumpy because I won't take a taxi. So, do you have some form of phone in your bag?" he inquired once again (dance bag? Wow, that was so cool - he'd never met a bloke-dancer before).
John had to admit that he found Jack's stooping to be on a slightly more level grounding with Darren hilarious. He stifled the snort that threatened to announce his amusement and instead watch his five-foot-eleven mate shake hands gingerly with a guy nearly a foot taller than him.
"Darren," said young man repeated with a tight smile (that hand was pretty sore - ouchies). "We could go to the police? Or... how many dance studios are in Wing City?" The latter question was directed towards John, who looked at him with an expression that was clearly intended to put forth the sentiment of John being the very last person to ask.
"Why the hell would I know?"
"Boxing's a bit like dancing," Darren rationalised. "I dunno, maybe you just passed by a few..." He shrugged, one-armed, and turned his head to look at Jack once again. "So... police?"
"Darren," said young man repeated with a tight smile (that hand was pretty sore - ouchies). "We could go to the police? Or... how many dance studios are in Wing City?" The latter question was directed towards John, who looked at him with an expression that was clearly intended to put forth the sentiment of John being the very last person to ask.
"Why the hell would I know?"
"Boxing's a bit like dancing," Darren rationalised. "I dunno, maybe you just passed by a few..." He shrugged, one-armed, and turned his head to look at Jack once again. "So... police?"
Darren's small, encouraging smile was beginning to flounder, John noted with interest. He wasn't usually so easy to get down, but the boxer supposed that the kid was tired and hadn't the strength to keep up his positive façade. John sighed and decided to interject himself into the conversation once again.
"We already told you where we are - Eastern Wing City," John repeated, desperately attempting to keep civility in his tone. "And I don't know anyone called Vinny." He didn't think he did - he knew a lot of people. "Sorry."
Looking up at Jack and nervously worrying his lip, Darren considered their options. Short of looking up every 'Vinny' on Facebook and keeping hold of the poor guy until they found the right one, the only thing they could really do was to take him to the police.
"I think we might have to go to the police or the hospital," Darren eventually stated quietly. He didn't want to go back to the police station. Or the hospital.
"We already told you where we are - Eastern Wing City," John repeated, desperately attempting to keep civility in his tone. "And I don't know anyone called Vinny." He didn't think he did - he knew a lot of people. "Sorry."
Looking up at Jack and nervously worrying his lip, Darren considered their options. Short of looking up every 'Vinny' on Facebook and keeping hold of the poor guy until they found the right one, the only thing they could really do was to take him to the police.
"I think we might have to go to the police or the hospital," Darren eventually stated quietly. He didn't want to go back to the police station. Or the hospital.
Darren's face fell even further - be going? Going where? The poor sod hadn't a clue where he was, let alone how to get wherever it was he imagined he was going! At Darren's frantic glance, John grumbled under his breath and searched for a solution. The guilt in his stomach coiled tighter when he noticed how drawn Darren was becoming - he needed to resolve this quickly so they could go home.
"Wait, mate," John started off, tone placatory. "Dude, you've got one of yon medical bracelet things on." And, as if he couldn't help himself, John stepped forward and grabbed the offending arm in order to lift it up between them. "Does this help?"
Probably not.
"Wait, mate," John started off, tone placatory. "Dude, you've got one of yon medical bracelet things on." And, as if he couldn't help himself, John stepped forward and grabbed the offending arm in order to lift it up between them. "Does this help?"
Probably not.
Jack Rass peered at his own wrist, then the hand that was holding onto it. Well, that was new. Odd, but new. "Oh, that says all sorts of important things. I'm not to take it off, even in the shower. It doesn't show when I've got my costume on, so it's fine, otherwise I would have changed it for the necklace ones."
On the back of the bracelet, in small, simple words, the engraving explained that Jack Rass suffered from recurrent memory lapses, and gave a number to call in an emergency.
"I think it's an ugly little thing, but it does it's job. I suppose I should probably wear a wrist watch, but I've never really liked them very much. Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something?" Jack looked between the two men expectantly, once again hoping to get some answers.
On the back of the bracelet, in small, simple words, the engraving explained that Jack Rass suffered from recurrent memory lapses, and gave a number to call in an emergency.
"I think it's an ugly little thing, but it does it's job. I suppose I should probably wear a wrist watch, but I've never really liked them very much. Oh, I'm sorry, were you saying something?" Jack looked between the two men expectantly, once again hoping to get some answers.
"Er..." John hazarded a look between the taller man and the shorter one. "You see this thing?" he asked, shaking the former's arm expectantly. "This has a number on it for people like us to call when we find you wandering around like a stray puppy. Darren, have you got your mobile?"
The look Darren gave John was not at all pleasant.
"My bad," he apologised quickly, delving a hand into his own pocket for some new-fangled touch-screen monstrosity. "I'll phone the number," he informed the pair as he tapped in each digit, "you guys stay right here." He wandered off a few feet, no doubt for some quiet in which to hear what was being said, leaving Jack and Darren together.
"Those are... some interesting tattoos?" Darren tries hopefully.
The look Darren gave John was not at all pleasant.
"My bad," he apologised quickly, delving a hand into his own pocket for some new-fangled touch-screen monstrosity. "I'll phone the number," he informed the pair as he tapped in each digit, "you guys stay right here." He wandered off a few feet, no doubt for some quiet in which to hear what was being said, leaving Jack and Darren together.
"Those are... some interesting tattoos?" Darren tries hopefully.
Jack Rass scowled at John's description of his wandering, but rapidly perked up when his hands were mentioned. Elaborately inked and in Jack's opinion gorgeous, the tattoos curled from wrist to bottom knuckles in fine black whorls, words curling in and out of the design artistically.
"I love them," he said, looking around for a moment before sitting on a jutting rock at the side of the gate. "It was my first big roll on stage; the presentation Metal Sun Rising. I played an amnesiac. He wasn't really the main, but he was in almost all of the scenes in the later acts. We went on tour; it was brilliant. It was one of the first productions written by Edward Sol, and getting that part was magic."
Jack might not have been able to remember where he'd been an hour ago, but he could remember his dancing, and the shows he had been a part of as well as the parts he hoped to play in the future. "He was tall, which is probably part of how I got the roll, and he had these tattoos on his hands. After nine months on tour in his costume, with these on my hands, I missed then, so I had them put on for good."
Jack tapped his bag. "We're rehearsing a version of Metal Sunsets for a charity show at the moment. I don't have to paint my hands any more."
The person who owned the number on the bracelet picked up on the second ring, voice near-frantic and almost identical to Jack's. 'Hello? Vinny Rass speaking? Have you found my brother?'
"I love them," he said, looking around for a moment before sitting on a jutting rock at the side of the gate. "It was my first big roll on stage; the presentation Metal Sun Rising. I played an amnesiac. He wasn't really the main, but he was in almost all of the scenes in the later acts. We went on tour; it was brilliant. It was one of the first productions written by Edward Sol, and getting that part was magic."
Jack might not have been able to remember where he'd been an hour ago, but he could remember his dancing, and the shows he had been a part of as well as the parts he hoped to play in the future. "He was tall, which is probably part of how I got the roll, and he had these tattoos on his hands. After nine months on tour in his costume, with these on my hands, I missed then, so I had them put on for good."
Jack tapped his bag. "We're rehearsing a version of Metal Sunsets for a charity show at the moment. I don't have to paint my hands any more."
The person who owned the number on the bracelet picked up on the second ring, voice near-frantic and almost identical to Jack's. 'Hello? Vinny Rass speaking? Have you found my brother?'
"That's... interesting," Darren agrees after a moment. He can sort of understand - he's been without his guitar for a couple of weeks now and he does miss it terribly, like it's an extension. It feels wrong without it. He assumes that that's what Jack felt when he was no longer on tour, the tattoos no longer required. "They are really good," he adds, stepping a bit closer to look at them more closely. "I don't have any tattoos... bit of a wuss," he admits sheepishly, smiling beneath a blanket of bruises.
"Deja vu," John mutters. "Uh, yeah. Hi. I'm John Watson-James, I think I've found him. He's tall, he's got tattoos on his hands and we found the number on the back of his bracelet-thing, so I'm assuming that Jack is your brother?" God, he hoped so. "He seems to be okay," John added awkwardly. "He's a bit, er, confused. Doesn't know where he is or where he's going. We're by the Eastern Gate here in Wing City."
"Deja vu," John mutters. "Uh, yeah. Hi. I'm John Watson-James, I think I've found him. He's tall, he's got tattoos on his hands and we found the number on the back of his bracelet-thing, so I'm assuming that Jack is your brother?" God, he hoped so. "He seems to be okay," John added awkwardly. "He's a bit, er, confused. Doesn't know where he is or where he's going. We're by the Eastern Gate here in Wing City."
"It's a pleasure. And I love it. Edward Sol's work is incredible in all the right ways, and it was an honour to be a part of something like that. They're talking about a part for my brother if they do a prequel, but I'm not sure if he's- oh! Vinny!"
Beaming, Jack turned towards John, but the smile soon fell away as the other lad spoke. He wasn't so keen on being spoken to as if he were some miscreant child. Jack very nearly turned his nose up before his manners came to the fore and prevented such rudeness. "Of course," he said icily. "Thank you."
Beaming, Jack turned towards John, but the smile soon fell away as the other lad spoke. He wasn't so keen on being spoken to as if he were some miscreant child. Jack very nearly turned his nose up before his manners came to the fore and prevented such rudeness. "Of course," he said icily. "Thank you."
Darren wished John wasn't so confrontational. He knew that it was just his way of showing he cared (in some strange 'I'm going to make sure everyone knows I'm heartless so they'll know not to mess with you' kind of way), but it did grate at times.
"Sorry," Darren apologised quietly. "You must have a great time on tour," he added wistfully. "I'm a musical performer, but... I've never had the opportunity, you know?" In other words, he was good enough for solid bar-night gigs, but not to sell out tickets for theatres and fancy clubs. "It'll be fun, if your brother gets a part..."
John smirked, as he was wont to do.
"Sorry," Darren apologised quietly. "You must have a great time on tour," he added wistfully. "I'm a musical performer, but... I've never had the opportunity, you know?" In other words, he was good enough for solid bar-night gigs, but not to sell out tickets for theatres and fancy clubs. "It'll be fun, if your brother gets a part..."
John smirked, as he was wont to do.
Jack Rass seemed to forget about John when Darren spoke, his attention focussing on the more conversational of the pair at once. "I've loved that kind of thing since I was a child. My parents wanted to encourage us; we were so tall and clumsy, it was hard, so they gave us all the opportunities that they could. Dance, gymnastics, karate; it helped. I kept up the dance, I adore it, and Vinny is still really into martial-arts stuff. He boxes, sometimes, but he's a lightweight, so he doesn't take it seriously. He's amazing when it comes to kick-boxing and karate these days, though."
Jack smiled to himself. "He still dances. Not as much as I do, but he knows his way through the steps. We took lessons for years. Showmanship just sort of- clicked. I learned to sing properly on the road with the show. The Melody of a Life Forgotten was my character's number; I've never been more terrified in my life, getting up and singing that song."
Jack smiled to himself. "He still dances. Not as much as I do, but he knows his way through the steps. We took lessons for years. Showmanship just sort of- clicked. I learned to sing properly on the road with the show. The Melody of a Life Forgotten was my character's number; I've never been more terrified in my life, getting up and singing that song."
"I guess you and your brother've found your true callings then? That's really lucky, 'specially with your parents being so supportive!" Darren enthused, though there was a clear undertone that spoke of nothing but fatigue. "I never got into dancing or anything, but I've been playing guitar for years! Longer than I've known John, and I can't remember a time without him," Darren grinned, glancing up at his friend. John returned the smile grudgingly, more put out at having to show that he could actually be a sap in front of Jack than returning Darren's clear affection.
"Do you sing often?" Darren enquired, interest piqued. "The terror is what makes it great."
"Do you sing often?" Darren enquired, interest piqued. "The terror is what makes it great."
"Vinny is still looking for his calling; he doesn't really do anything professionally just yet, other than keeping an eye on me. We don't need the money though, so it's fine. He does his matches and I do my dancing; it's nice."
Gently, Jack leaned his head back against the gate, closing his eyes. "You should look up some of Edward Sol's work; he's fantastic. I don't sing often, but my character's songs were made for me. He does that; works the part for the actor as much as picking the actor for the part."
The soft hum of an expensive engine was just audible in the distance; the first glimpses of a very expensive looking green sports car sweeping towards them.
Gently, Jack leaned his head back against the gate, closing his eyes. "You should look up some of Edward Sol's work; he's fantastic. I don't sing often, but my character's songs were made for me. He does that; works the part for the actor as much as picking the actor for the part."
The soft hum of an expensive engine was just audible in the distance; the first glimpses of a very expensive looking green sports car sweeping towards them.
"As long as you're comfortable," the younger of the two friends conceded. "I'll be sure to look him up!" Darren sounded entirely certain of that - he'd remember. Might even look to see if there are any performances featuring Jack himself - after all, the guy looks like he'll be imposing on-stage. The sound of the car's engine drew both John and Darren's gaze, the former's expression souring (figures) and the latter's twisting into something akin to confusion and awe.
"Is that your brother?"
"Is that your brother?"
Vinny smiled, rougher around the edges than his rather scattered brother, but just as honest. "I can give you guys a ride, if you like; the car's big enough, and you've done us a favour by getting Jack back to where he should be. We'll only be going home, so it's no trouble dropping you off somewhere."
Jack, meanwhile, had fallen quiet, apparently comforted by his brother's presence and more than willing to let Vinny handle the conversation. He smiled quietly though, to indicate that he was listening.
Jack, meanwhile, had fallen quiet, apparently comforted by his brother's presence and more than willing to let Vinny handle the conversation. He smiled quietly though, to indicate that he was listening.
The Son of the Pharaoh was completely and utterly lost. He knew he was no longer in Egypt, no where near his future kingdom. He was walking along a path, striding purposely toward a massive gate that seemed to lead to a strange, walled city. What lay behind it he did not know, all that he knew was that as royalty he should have had nothing to fear. At least he was counting on his status as heir to protect him lest they incur the wrath of the gods.
Kade was walking along a path, not even near her parents anymore, but she was on an adventure, exploring the realms. She wanted to see what was around. Kadie was a curious six year old. She loved exploring and so had wandered off into Wing City by herself, probably scaring her parents half to death.
While she was on her walk, she noticed a funny young man coming her way. She hadn't seen one like him before. He looked weird and dressed funny. Being as she was walking in the opposite direction as he was, when she came to be next to him, she turned and started following him. Her big grey eyes staring up at him. "Whatcha doing, Mister alien." She asked.
While she was on her walk, she noticed a funny young man coming her way. She hadn't seen one like him before. He looked weird and dressed funny. Being as she was walking in the opposite direction as he was, when she came to be next to him, she turned and started following him. Her big grey eyes staring up at him. "Whatcha doing, Mister alien." She asked.
Spinx stopped and looked down at the girl, wondering why she was dressed so strangely, and so pale. "Are you sick peasant?" he asked, stepping away from her, not wanting to catch some commoner's disease. He held his staff slightly in front of him as if to ward off the illness he perceived her to be carrying. This place was so strange.
Kadie wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sick. My mommy makes sure I take all my sweet medicine things to make sure I don't get sick." She told him. "And why are you waving your silly stick at me? Where'd you come from? Did ya come from the outer space? Are your other alien friends here?" She bombarded him with questions.