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Wing City Gardens (East)

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

You are in Wing City Gardens - the most beautiful demonstration of natural flora on all of New Terra. Surrounding you are vividly colored flowers and extravagantly trimmed hedges. Weaving throughout the garden are small stone paths with benches scattered alongside.

Joseph_Bennett holds sovereignty over Wing City Gardens (East), giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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You are in Wing City Gardens - the most beautiful demonstration of natural flora on all of New Terra. Surrounding you are vividly colored flowers and extravagantly trimmed hedges. Weaving throughout the garden are small stone paths with benches scattered alongside.
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Wing City Gardens (East)

You are in Wing City Gardens - the most beautiful demonstration of natural flora on all of New Terra. Surrounding you are vividly colored flowers and extravagantly trimmed hedges. Weaving throughout the garden are small stone paths with benches scattered alongside.

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Wing City Gardens (East) is a part of Wing City Gardens.

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Dorian Caroll [30] "You're so cold / Keep your hand in line..."
Belesandra [26] A witch of the Umbra clan She wears a black outfit that is created from her own hair and magic. She has evolved into a full Witch.
Krin Cortelli [26] All I want is adventure
Sandrine Lacombe [19] "For success in science and art a dash of autism is essential."
Mark, the Unremarkable [18] Do I know you from somewhere..?
Merceigh [18] Seargent Merceigh Gabriel. Young, full of attitude and a twisted past.
The Seeker [15]
Razzy [13] "It's berrilicious!"
Evelyn Lauson [12] Cursed by a sadistic angel, Evelyn's potent shapeshifting abilities are no longer under her control
Kataki Hyuuga [8] A high ranking shinobi in the criminal organization known as Akatsuki.

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watched, fascinated by this peculiar woman. Yet as the woman sneezed she seemed to snap out of her little trance, which made Tamika think that maybe she was in fact casting an incantation. What Tammy doesn't expect is a sort of fit of sneezes to come from the woman. It's as if she had some sort of allergy. More sneezes and then a crackle of lightening. It was so shocking that Tam jumped in surprise, only just managing to stifle a squeak.

Her eyes had looked up to the sudden lightening strike and as she looked back to the woman there was nothing there, just a lump of clothes and from the distance what seemed to be a disc. Confused and more than a little worried Tam raced past the bush to where the woman had just been standing. She knelt down unsure what to do and tentatively picked up the green shift.

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When Tamika lifts the dress there is a blur of movement and a loud clatter of sound. The fast blur streaks off to her left. The blur quickly slows and then stops atop a nearby bench, to reveal a rather large owl. Looking like a garish cross between a rainbow and the Aurora Borealis the owls feathers are each colored differently. Shading and tint vary widely from the darkest red, shades away from black, to the brightest yellow, only barely indistinguishable from white. Even as the owls back and tail are mismatched the colors normalize the farther up they go, fading from strange to exceptionally mundane around the head. The owl hops from foot to foot for a moment before twisting it's brown feathered head all the way around to stare at the woman holding it's dress.

"Hi."

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At first Tamika believed the dress was possessed as all of a sudden it moved and something dashed out from it. Shocked and more than a little on edge already she stumbled back. Her eyes, following the blur where it sat perched on a branch, widened as she saw the most brilliantly colour owl. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Had that woman just shifted into the owl? It was even more unnerving when the iridescent owl spoke.

"Uh, hi?" She spoke, confusion lacing her words. "Wha-what just happened?" She asked, not sure if she was going crazy talking to a colourful owl. She rose to her feet, dropping the dress.

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Evelyn Lauson hops around so that she's no longer backwards. The movement reveals a small gleaming disc around her neck, having somehow reached there from it's position on the ground only a few moments earlier.

"Um, I can explain. I turned into an owl. I was a girl just a moment ago, but now I get to be all feathered and... colorful. For a little while. Are... you going to be okay? Because, some people pass out and I really cannot help you if you do that right now." Evy explains, her voice soft and patronizing. She gives Tamika a stern look owls most certainly cannot normally make and then begins to preen her feathers.

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Syaio Kyorn appeared in the Gardens from nowhere, , before standing to his full height of eight feet tall. He smirked, putting his bolt pistol in his belt. His H.U.D. came up on his helmet as he sat down, smirking behind the helmet. He was in the mood for killing but didn't know who.

"Primary aim: Hunt down the one they call the Cybran Supreme Commander at all costs.
Secondary aim: Claim planet for chaos."

Flashed up on the H.U.D. before warning started to glow due to the weapons in the area. He wasn't having it so turned it off. He leaned back, watching them. Shouts of basic languages. Like he gave a damn about these people.

He could feel the Chaos coming to him. Oh, sweet Chaos. Thanks to the Chaos Gods. He smirked, cracking his fingers from under his armor. They wouldn't know what happened if he got into the fight. He was ready for anything and everything.

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"Hey, hey Ariel? There's, uhhh...something going on in the Gardens. You, ah, might wanna...check it out, maybe?"

A woman, who had already been on her way to the Gardens, nodded to the little voice in her head. "Alright, Mia, though I don't know why anything would be happening in the Gardens to capture my attention."

"Oh, trust me. This really might be worth your time."

"Alright."

Ariel Moore, bounty hunter, space pirate, and ex-cop had come down to Terra for a while. She had her reasons, after all, and it wasn't as though anyone would recognize her with the dark skirt and crop top she was wearing. It was, of course, winter, so the addition of thigh-high socks, long boots, and a jacket was a necessity. Her hair was combed back, out of her face, and a pair of dark sunglasses hid her eyes.

Once she came into the Gardens, the heels of her boots loudly clacking, she eased those shades down over her nose to get a good look at the man before her.

"Whoo. Mia, you might be right about this one."

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This section of the gardens was as pleasant as the rest. With the addition of his ice cream, Cináed could have forgotten all about the arduous journey ahead of him, and pretended that he was just out for some fresh air in the more pleasant parts of the city.

As he approached the exit of the gardens, though, he sighed. He'd been growing to like this city. Hopefully he'd be able to come back before too long.

Not for the first time, he considered just turning around and going home. Since when had he rushed off and made big decisions based on dreams?

Since they'd been recurring in his sleep for weeks, he guessed. He hoped he wasn't walking into something unpleasant.

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It had been, perhaps, an average day, as such a world went. The sun had shined, occasionally mottled by the touch of clouds, and for the most part the breeze blew soft but true. There was little that he could find to complain about. Perhaps it was hot, but he did not find it so - rather he enjoyed such mild weather, when he had the chance for it. One could find him seated in this place of garden of greenery as one or two others were, though with the waning light many had left this place for their homes and hearths. Slowly the place grew more lonely, and he couldn't blame them for leaving.

For, while he rested there, no birds sung, and no crickets chirped. It was a peaceful, if off-setting, scene, though one would hardly think that the robed figure on one of the many benches would have anything to do with this. More than anything one might think him begging for money, and simply taking a break from haggling those better off than him.

That wasn't to say he wasn't here to beg, of course, but perhaps for something other than money.

With a sigh he remained, arms crossed with barely a whisper of movement in his garments - rag-tag robes and simple shoes decorated his feet - as he shifted his position ever so slightly. He would stay here for some time, as one could feel that there was something to this place, this world, that would keep him here for a little longer, at the least.

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The dreams.

A young man, more sharply dressed than most of his age, scratched his sandy hair as he made his way through the gardens. There was much to admire, but he didn't see any of it. His mind's eye was filled with visions from last night. Leftover fragments from another strange peek into the realm of insanity. Darkness was falling again and he would do anything to procrastinate what was sure to be another nightmare ridden rest.

He shoved his hands into pressed trousers. A voice swam from ear to ear, female, young. Younger than he, by enough for the troublesome voice to worry him. It was like a memory, but it wasn't. He could hear her but he couldn't. As frustrating as it was, what was more frustrating was the image that appeared when he the voice sang through. It was of that girl.

Coming to a stop he settled down near another man, perplexed in his own devices. Everything got more and more complex, and he was leaving tomorrow. He wanted to forget it all and go back to being who he was, when he was, wherever that was. Who even know anymore?! Pushing it all to the back of his mind he turned his eyes to the rag-tag type and offered a smile.

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The figure remained, not taking note of Gareth at first, his mind elsewhere as the second figure took a seat upon the bench as well. The first had been there for some time, perhaps since that morning, and it was the first time that any had come so close. There was something about this one, this new one, that drew a cautious, investigative glance from the robed one, looking over to Gareth's knees with a knotted brow.

There were others who were troubled, of course, to say that there were not would be a grave lie, as he himself had some issues, but this one's trouble seemed different - addled. There was a quality to it that hampered the air around him, that prodded at the mind in a way that attracted just a hint of curiosity, that let one know that everything simply wasn't what it seemed. A curious gaze examined the other's knee, then slowly up his form until it crept into his own ear.

That lingering sound, a feminine whisper.

There seemed to be whispers, voices, that surrounded them, barely audible but just enough that one might tell they were a voice, as the one with the robe opened his mouth. The whispers ceased just as he put sound to his lips, an old voice speaking quite plainly.

"... what is wrong?"

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Gareth's vision had faded as his eyes slipped to the grass. So many memories that weren't there, shouldn't be there. Dreams blurring with realities. Why was she in his mind like this? Why was she there, talking to him? At least during the day she didn't scream. That was the worst.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the stranger addressed him. He hadn't felt the eyes crawl up him, or perhaps he had and associated the feeling elsewhere. Either way, there he gawked for a moment until he could composed himself.

"Uh," Gareth snapped his jaw shut. Was it obvious something was wrong? "Nothing, I mean," How obvious was it, "It's a beautiful night."

A completely unconvincing argument, stupid really. A beautiful night? He almost cringed to himself, instead forcing out a weak smile.

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Perhaps to one unlike he it would have been less noticeable, less audible, but the other could not help but hear. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, of course, it wasn't his business to, but if there was some way that he might help, then he would offer it. The other waited patiently for Gareth to compose himself, figuring that his mind might be cluttered with more important matters than speaking with him.

A beautiful night. The other looked up at that, to the stars that peppered the night sky above the both of them, the barely-visible band of the Milky Way in a purplish band across it. It was, in its own way, beautiful - a forest, a realm of infinite possibility that one might only see for a short time on a world like this one. Nighttime was a special thing for these Terrans, for many beings across all of existence, and he supposed it was special for him too.

Though he had lifted his face to address the heavens in silent contemplation, little light still fell upon his visage, its shape kept hidden by the lack of definition.

"Beautiful." He repeated Gareth's word, letting it sit and roll off his tongue. How rarely he had used the word. All the stars were beautiful, every nook and cranny of it all that he could find with his eyes there, the night sky unfurled before them. This garden too, the plants and the trees and the birds and the bees, and even this other beside him proved to hold a hint of beauty.

"Why did you lie to me?"

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Gareth too turned his face to the stars. So, so many stars. He would be on one of them soon, he supposed, safe from this mad planet. Where did all the years go? Gareth could swore it was yesterday a sword balanced in his hand. Today, it was a useless enough trade. Dangerous, they said. But, tomorrow. Would he ever see her again, among all those stars? How many of them were planets, anyway?

"Huh?" It took a moment for the question to register, Gareth staring quizzically at the shabby man, but when it did the he blinked and looked away in a manner of shock. He was even more taken aback at this point than before, one could say flustered. He did lie, and he was caught in it. Why should I have to tell you anything? The thought defiantly crossed Gareth's mind, he pushed it away.

"I-I'm sorry?" He was feigning ignorance. It worked back in the court, what court? He shook his head as more visions of grand castles flashed in his mind, followed by images of thousands of rats. "I meant no offense, sir, ah..."

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The vagabond remained staring at the heavens, trying to recognize the stars from his memory, constellations both familiar and alien to the Terran people lingering within his mind. Some of them he had visited, at one point or another, but there was still so very much that he had yet to see, now that he had the time to travel. Of course he had asked Gareth as to his statement, and its false nature, but still some part of him lingered on that word, the one used in conjunction with that rare adjective.

Night.

But it was better that he didn't think of that now, with this one - this Gareth - as the hood turned again back down to the Earth and to his companion, the only one who dared risk his attention. "There was none to be taken." For Gareth truly meant none by it, after all, why would he? It was a simple attempt to keep his business his own, and that was the nature of these Terrans, even when they were broadcasting it to the world.

"I simply asked the reason." The whispers came again, perhaps as some manifestation as to his verbal contemplation. "For something is wrong, isn't there?"

He could hear it.

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The memories throbbed against his skull. She was calling to him, then laughing, then calling, then screaming, then sitting in front of him, on a pillar, at the ruins...

"Ah," His hands were clammy, he looked down at them. He looked at his lap, then everywhere but the stranger beside him. How did he know? More memories, more dreams. Where did one stop and where the the other begin? He couldn't even tell anymore. Gareth sat still, staring at the ground. Then he turned his eyes towards the stranger. They snapped back to the ground, his ears hot.

"Something..." He began, hoarse in the voice. Why was he suddenly so nervous? She had the dreams too. That just made it weirder, and what if he never saw her again? He had to see her soon, but before tomorrow? Suddenly, Gareth paled. The voices in his head, the memories and whispers, they were more than just dreams. "Yes," He said carefully, "Ah, very, actually, but..." He hadn't the foggiest idea what, come to think of it. What was he thinking of again?

A scream pierced his conscious, Gareth flinched and grabbed his forehead. It was her voice, and it was his name, and there was no doubting it was a memory.

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The wanderer looked over the man, watching Gareth as he struggled with his mind and his memories - ones that the other seemed unsure as to whether they were his own. He was in pain, physical and abstract at the same time, and the other wished to help Gareth, were it that he could. Hands he held tempted to touch the other, to try and ease what pain he felt. But he withheld such a thing, figuring it for the best, at least for now.

There was no jump when Gareth flinched so, clutching at his head, the other simply looking over him as he struggled still, and very gently a hand came to Gareth's shoulder, afraid to set itself there. For Gareth was not the only one here who struggled with his memory. The Vagabond, however, struggled with memories that were all too clear.

Lightly did the wrapped hand fall on Gareth's shoulder, the soft touch more akin to a father's than a stranger's.

"... can I help?"

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"Ahh, uhhh," He felt the touch and rocked a bit, unsure of how to feel or what to think. The scream still echoed, but it wasn't there anymore. Instead whispers of the past rose and fell. Nothing had been sure, ever since that day...

"I don't know," Gareth said it and settled. He turned his eyes to the other man, swimming with uncertainty. Could this man help? Stranger things have happened. Have they?

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For some, being on the ground would be the lowest point of dignity, a sign that someone has sunk so low that they were quite literally in the gutter, typically with alcohol in hand, words slurring and just being a general shame to the public. Alrion was one of the people that held this belief, and so he chose to take his slurring and alcohol stink to a park bench where he sat with a disgruntled look on his otherwise pleasant face.

You could almost call his dress elaborate, with poofy sleeves of white trimmed with crimson and gold. It was all rather fabulous and no doubt the latest fashion. Even Alrion, despite his tipsy state, had made an effort to stylise his light hair into something eye-pleasing. All in all, he clearly cared more for his own appearance than his own body.

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Najia might have passed Alrion by had she not caught the faint whiff of alcohol. A glance towards him betrayed his drunken state even beneath his carefully groomed exterior. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her small satchel and kept on a few steps more.

What was the man to her but a strange drunk idling away the afternoon. She didn't know him, and he was of little consequence to her. Furthermore she had no way to ascertain if he was dangerous or not.

But that wasn't Najia. Najia was a woman driven by compassion. It was far too early in the day for drinking, and he didn't have the look of a homeless man to him. The gardens weren't overly busy, but there were enough people around for her to put concerns of being mugged from her mind.

"Excuse me, Sir," she said finally. "I hope that this is not too forward, but should I call you a cab?" she asked.

Her words were thickly accented, and she struggled with her th's as they typically came out closer to d's, and though her grammar was passable, it was well apparent that it was not her native tongue.

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Alrion's sour-face expression rose to address this woman who had so boldly address him with a look that almost certainly was intended to shoo her off. "Not unless you're planning on taking it yourself," he answered dryly, "I have no intent to go anywhere. Certainly there is no 'home' of which to return to." Almost as if taking a suddenly swerve of ideas he rose from his seat, planting one hand firmly on the slats of the wooden bench to shove himself upright.

"You may wish to duck," he informed her, an odd piece of information in itself as his right arm rose out to the side. Swooping behind her was a bird rather literally wreathed in flames, talons stretched out and returning to its master. However his arm was considerably lower than Najia's head, and the bird cared little for things getting in its way, probably a reflection of its owner. Alrion's tone was not mocking nor threatening despite his bitter mood. Despite all things he still had a degree of nicety in him. He took measures to guide the bird aside her, better towards his arm than her skull.

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Najia grabbed her arm as the tailons grazed against her shoulder, and the flurry of feathers brought her other hand up to protect her face in surprise.

Her surprise turned to a spark of anger as the bird alighted upon Alrion's arm.

"Pardon me for being concerned," the woman replied indignantly. "And surely you do not intend to simply remain here forever," she added.

He may not be lying in the gutter stinking of alcohol, but he was sitting on a public bench, plainly drunk in the still yet early hours of the day. The image he had sought to escape was settling over him all the same. Polishing off the exterior could do little to change the facts of the situation.

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Alrion seemed more busy with his bird than anything. It was a brightly coloured thing, of yellow and red plumage and an upright almost pompous stance to it. If it were not for the fact that this was clearly a predator sporting large talons and a sharp beak, it may have looked like a creature of show, like a peacock. He brushed his knuckles along its breast as he spoke back, "You may consider yourself pardoned," he answered, eyes flicking to her for a moment, "And I do not. But I'm rather lacking motivation to move." His words were back to their initial rude tone as he reached into a small pouch to retrieve beef jerky to feed his pet, which snapped it up immediately.

"Humour me," finally remembering his manners he spoke, "Who are you to offer help so freely to those you find in the park?"

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"I am Najia," she replied. "And where I come from there are a lot more than drunks in the park in need of assistance. It is what I do," she explained.

There was still a sharpness to her tongue, but given that the man was drunk she seemed somewhat forgiving of his rudeness for the moment.

"However if you wish to remain here, then I will leave you to it," she added.

She couldn't make the man move if he didn't want to move. All she could do was offer to get him home to sober up; though, from his words it sounded like perhaps he had recently lost his home?

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He stood, not at attention, but ready all the same, watching her expectantly. In truth he was waiting for her to leave so he could annoyingly follow; half with the intent to annoy and half with the lack of anything to do and seeking just some sort of help. A silent plea that would not be noted of his face or features.

"Do the drunks where you come from want to stay in the parks?" he asked with eyes half-lidded and an arm starting to ache from holding up the bird so long.

"Being a victim of the habit tells me not, but then I'm a rich vagabond living off of wealth he didn't earn so what do I know of other wretches." Drunkenness lead to that oxymoron of words. Also pompous distaste of other drunks.