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Wing City Gardens

The Large Garden at the Center of Wing City.

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Wing City Gardens is a part of Wing City.

8 Places in Wing City Gardens:

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Confessor [33] Confessor has the ability to 'touch' a person with her power. Once 'touched', that person is no longer who they used to be, but now eternally devoted to the Confessor.
Crestelle [28] Is the sister of Celina. She is kind and caring but can go a little insane if anyone bothers or harms thoses she cares about. You have been warned...
Salazar [20] "I was once called The Serpent. Then I was slaughtered. Now I am back".
Kori Sora. [18] a girl with a huge claw for a left hand. it's almost like it's made of metal. she has white hair and red eyes. and a weird scar on her left eye.
Zelsane [17] Divinity in its darkest form.
Remy Brown [11] "I'm not that nerdy.."
Lucian Segal [11] A paladin unlike the others.
Moonlight Shadow [11] His actuall name is Mark. He wears dark assassin armor and an array of knives and daggers. His Atherian eliments are wind and ice.
Clover the Jungle Cat [10] A shy but agile jungle cat, too afraid to speak up but always willing to fight for what is right.

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His kick landed, and the pod shattered; and whilst he was in midair the punch came. "Fuck." He curled into a ball and the metallic fist slammed into his body, sending him flying a good twenty feet through the air, only to skid along the ground. Almost immediately after, heart-wrenching cracks came from his body as it healed itself; and he arched his back in pain while it did so. Eventually, he stood again, a cut healing on his cheek as he glared at the man in the Mech.

"Easy, huh?" He growled, his eye shifting from green to yellow for a second before he returned to his stance. "Can't fight like a man, so you fight like a coward!" He taunted, pointing to Russian. He examined the suit quickly, eyes scanning for anything of value he could break.

Growling, he looked around; trees were nearby...perhaps he could use them to his advantage. With that he turned and bolted for them, quite visible as he wasn't trying very hard to get to them. Once reaching them he'd hop into one; knowing his foe would follow. Reaching above him he'd easily snap a branch off, making a jagged end. He'd then jump up, and attempt to land on the top of the mech, and jam the sharp end of the branch into the shoulder joint, using it as a fulcrum to try and tear the arm off; with his increased strength, it wouldn't take long before he managed to do so, providing that Russian would sit still long enough.

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"A coward I may be, but I was never one to pick a fight that gets me killed. Only fools believe in things like honor and bravery, in reality its a stupid mindset that gets you killed." Russian laughed as he watched the man bolt for one of the trees and snapped a branch off. He could have done something but he decided to wait until the man made his move, after all he had plenty more trick up his sleeve.

Russian watched the man leap into the air before landing on his mech, he then jammed his branch into his shoulder joint in an attempt to tear it off. Of courde he was not going to sit idly by while the man was busy tearing off his arm, so with a click of a button, two ports opened up above the mech and they soon began to fire of shells at the man to force him to get off. If the bullets did not shake him off however he would just have to activate even more gun ports to shake him off. His mech suit had no actual hand held weaponry on him at the moment, however it made up for this by being a weapon itself.

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The bullets came from the top, and James swung around on the branch, hanging onto it while he put his feet on either side of the shoulder, and then pulled hard once more on the branch; one last effort to disarm the Mech. He was bleeding, many of the them had hit him, and he was also starting to lose himself in the battle's rage.

His eyes turned yellow and he let out one final yank, the branch, and hopefully the arm of the mech, snapping off and making him make himself fly back another twenty feet, back-flipping into a landing, finally panting hard. He shook his head as he dropped to a knee, a hand going up to his face and clutching at it while the other went to the ground, gripping the grass hard into a fist.

His breathing started to become ragged and pained, more canine-like whimpers came from his throat as he breathed, and his teeth became sharper still. He looked back up to Russian, his eyes yellow, and full of rage.

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"God dammit! That's going to cost me some of my earnings!" Russian cursed as the cockpit of his mech suit began to flash red, warning him that one of his arms has been removed. He was now mad and was not going to mess around any longer, he was going to finish this fight quickly before more of his mech was trashed by this man. Pressing more buttons he contacted his ship to begin its descent to the planet, if he did not end him here he was going to make a quick getaway before city police arrived or more goody goody "heroes" coming in to crash the party.

Looking at the man who was now bleeding on the ground, Russian began to flick some switches in his mech causing the remaining arm to transform into a cannon that began to spark uncontrolably with energy. "It's been fun, but right now you are pissing me off, say hello to a specially designed tesla cannon capable of vaporizing matter to the atomic level, now be a good boy and hold still while this charges up. And trust me, if you don't move in time you can safely bet you wont be existing anymore. But of course the beam will still continue for a few more miles hitting anything in its wake, buildings, cars, trees, people, sure it might be a tiny bit overkill but like I said, I could care less about anything in my path and collateral damage is worth it just to see whoever fucked with me dies." Russian spoke casually as the cannon began to charge up. "Don't worry, when your gone I'll make sure to use your dog as my new scarf, always wanted one of those." He ended with laughter.

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Now his eyes stayed Yellow, and he slammed his fist into the ground. Every word that came from Russian only pissed him off further. So he let go. He let himself be taken over. Immediately after, his muscle mass exploded, and his bones snapped, rearranging themselves as his body convulsed violently and grew dis-proportionally at first before evening out again. Fur grew from all over his body as his muscles bulged and throbbed beneath his skin, and his face lengthened into a terrifying muzzle, teeth all sharper than diamond-blade knives.

He finally stood, bipedal and over ten feet tall, reared his head, and let out the most terrifying howl. The world itself seemed to resonate with the frequency of his howl, windows shattered, buildings cracked, trees fell. A shock-wave of sorts launched from his body towards Russian and his Mech. If said Mech was affected like the rest of the world, its electronics would begin to malfunction, the joints would begin to violently vibrate, tearing themselves apart, and the canopy from which Russian viewed the world would begin to crack.

After letting out his howl, James once more bolted towards Russian, this time on all fours, moving faster than many could dream of reacting to, let alone seeing. He'd aim to slam into the mech to either send it flying, or knock it onto its back. After which he'd hop atop of it, and his unrelenting claws would begin to tear and shred the body of the mech, aiming to tear it apart piece by piece. He would aim to slam the remaining arm down to the ground, gaping maw coming down to the shoulder to tear it apart as well.

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Russian watched curiously as the man began to physicaly change, his muscle massed exploded, his body convulsed, and most importantly his body began to grow fur and his features changed to appear like some kind of werewolf. "Well...I did not see that coming." He commented over his transformation getting ready to fire.

The man, or at this point the creature let out a terrible howl causing the world to resonate to its frequency, a sound attack and it was affecting his mech. The tesla cannon which was charging was now sparking out of control and the inside of his mech began to shower with spark as controls began to explode. "Things are getting out of hand! Looks like I severely underestimated this guy...Looks like I need to upgrade everything to resist sound frequencies in case an event like this happens, well at least now I have yet another strength to add to my list of strengths." He spoke as he began to fiddle with his mech to try and get it back into working order. But before he could even come close to fixing the whole system, James charged at Russian moving at an insane speed, slamming into his mech sending it flying before leaping on top of him and began to shred the entire mech, one piece at a time.

"Well things are looking quite bad, weapon systems are mostly offline and a giant ten foot tall furry creature is tearing my mech apart. By the time my ship arrives I might be a bloody pulp by then, but I am not retreating yet! Might as well take something of his like he has to me! Eye for a eye you flea ridden bastard!" He yelled as he opened one working gun port on the side of his mech aimed directly at the dog, Snow. If his mech was going to be destroyed he might as well take out that dog or at the very least force him to save the dog if he could even think at this point, whatever the case was he was going to do something in this crirical situation. And he was not worried if his ship came or not, he had another escape plan in case of emergencies like this one, but he would rather not waste such a valuable and very expensive thing just to get out of trouble.

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Whether by not losing any intelligence at all, or by sheer dumb luck, James' clawed hand would be in front of the gun as it began to fire, the bullets shot through his hand, and out of rage he pulled it back, slamming his other hand down to smash the port around the gun, which would cause it to jam. At the first sound of the gun firing Snow would bolt as fast as she could to a wall and hop over it in an effort to get behind it and hide from the bullets as some whizzed mere centimeters away from her slender body, fur coming out in tufts from that.

After Snow was out of the way or James was done trying to pummel the gun, he returned his rage to the glass from which Russian was staying surprisingly calm. Bringing both hands clenched in fists over his head James began to slam them down upon the glass. The cracks would spread from his fists in an instant, and would only last one, maybe two more hits from his body.

Providing that nothing stopped him, the glass would be shattered, and he would immediately lunge forward for Russian's throat with his muzzle, maw gaping and snarling viciously.

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Russian smirked at the creature on his mech was busy trashing his last remaining gun port. It appeared that did bring him a few precious seconds, and those few precious seconds meant that his ship would be swooping in right about now. His ship soon began to hover above the area waiting for its pilot to come out safely.

As soon as he saw this, Russian began to laugh at the creature as it hit the glass screen once. "Well then, looks like my ticket is here. You took far to long to finish me off bud!" He taunted the creature as it smashed the window a second time, before the third strike he flipped the creature the bird before pressing a button and ejecting through the top of the mech which was now lying on the ground just before the creature could tear at his throat.

Just as quickly as he has escaped, his ship lowered a rope for him which he took hold of. The rope would then ascend into the air, quickly so the man would not be able to catch him. "Well it was fun fighting with you, but I got things to do and people to kill. You can trust we will meet again and when we do...I will actually try a little bit. And trust me when I give some effort to do something, that something is going to be crushed. You should be honored, you are like the thousandth person that has made me put in any effort." He laughed before entering his ship, prepared to move to a different part of the city and finish what he was payed to do.

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James watched Russian leave, panting and snarling and growling as savage as ever; muscles bulging the entire time. As the ship took off, he growled and howled once more; the world itself once again resonating with his howl. Before long his howl turned into a roar of rage, and he picked up what was left of the mech, flinging it around and destroying every last piece of it.

It was by now that the actual Werewolf Hunters had gotten wind of his presence, and had tracked him down. Showering him with a spray of high-caliber bullets, he roared once more, and began to tear them apart limb from limb with his claws and his teeth. They also eventually fled, and James was left once more to attack inanimate objects to try and lessen his rage, if only a little, so he could return to normal; having previously given up his mind freely to the beast within.

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Russian places his feet on the control panel of his ship giving a sigh of relief. "You know...once I finish this job I wonder where I shall head to next? Maybe I should to a bar, I heard gambits tends to be lively. Or maybe I should just go out on another job just for the hell of it. Whatever, I'm sure fate has more things in store for me but first I should finish up on this contract." He slowly spoke to himself as he snagged a nice bottle of alcohol and took one long swig of it.

It was then Russian located and eliminated the last of his targets without any surprises, got his payment, and left wing city to go wherever someone needed his service, the universe was a big place but for some reason he always gets into the most trouble. What would his next adventure bring him? Well...that is a story just waiting to be filled.

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Finding Snow was easier then she thought it would be. When James didn't come home, she heard his howl across the city, and swore so colorfully that any sailors well seasoned could blush a beet red and try to stay out of the pretahumans path when she left the apartment in a hurry. Her black armor shined a crystaline black due to being soaked in the recent rainfall.

Miray came upon Snow as the poor husky hid in thick bushes. Scared out of her wits. "Snow ?" Miray said, the dog reacted to her soft gentle voice and whined, looking in the direction James recent howl enimated from Snow stood. OK, so, this wasn't exactly good. what the hell was going on ? Miray spotted a nearby body and rolled it over, a Hunter, a growl echoed in her throat. Shit. Shit shit shit! Grabbing her whip from her belt she hoped she'd not need it as she went to Snow and gently pet her head and gave her muzzle a gentle rub "Stay here girl, I wont be long, it will alright."

She stood and disappeared into the darkness. Moments later she had to dive out of the path of James. Using her whip she latched onto a tree branch above and pulled herself up and looked down to James, "James!" Mirary said in neither a commanding tone but a friendly, clearly concerned tone. "What the hell happened here ?" Shje saw the wreckage, and more bodies.

It looked like not only James had gone to town on a tank or two. Someone was apparently still hunting her friend.

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James turned aggressively as he heard his name from Miray, growling as he stared up at her. He blinked for a second and his head tilted before he huffed and threw a leg of one of the hunters at her, though it missed, hitting the trunk of the tree. He padded over to the tree's base and sniffed the air.

"You....." his voice rumbled as if deep from his belly, growling and snarling the entire way out. He let out a huff and turned, looking at what he'd done, which only made him growl again; though slowly his own hackles were lowering agaisnt his body again. He was still a ten foot tall monster. He slammed a fist into the tree, and it cracked; and slowly started to lean. He shook his head and pawed at it, annoyed by something as he slouched. Annoyed groans and whines came from his throat, as well as still angry growls and huffs.

"You.....Hunter......" He turned towards Miray again; an annoyed huff coming from his snout. "But.....no harm........" He snarled, teeth bared. "Why.....?"

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"Whoasoooraahhh..." Snapping out her wrist her whip latched onto another tree and with her strength she pulled the tree she was in back upright for the moment. "James! Its me, Miray, Snow's freaked out, dont worry, she's safe. She's worried about you. I heard your howl, thought you were hurt, or Snow was hurt." Miray said, she wasn't scared, she coiuldn't be turned, one of the few perks really of her birth no doubt. Not exactly something she could explain.

"I may be a hunter but you are not my prey, you never were my prey and never will be." Miray said simply as she ducked the throw leg, as much as she left her targets in the same state, normal human parts were actually kinda freakishly gross. "Whoa...." With a pull of her arm she pulled the tree back upright, well almost it stilled leaned but it wasn't as bad and she had yet to fall out of the thing.

"What happened here ?" She did not recognise the mech remains, well, mostly at least

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Another small huff came from him, and his body visibly relaxed. He said nothing; but his shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath. "Snow.....I....." a low whimper came from his throat now, and he slouched onto the ground, flopping unceremoniously onto the grass, his ears folded back.

"Miray........." the beasts mind was mulling over the name. James' mind was trying to mull it over as well, coming to the surface gradually. He didn't answer what had happened; he lacked the vocabulary when wild like this. He'd need to transform back into his usual self to tell her, or to try and tell her anyway.

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Miray nodded, flicking her wrist she hopped from the tree and went to James, not even caring if he tried to harm her "Yes, its me, Dont worry, Snow is safe; she's waiting for us. She is worried, for you." She wreched a hand to her friend, "Its alright James, I'm here. You're not alone anymore." As she spoke she saw Snow peek over a low hill where Miray had her wait, she smiled "We're both with you now."

She still wondered what happened, and why James was attacked all the way out here when he had simply taken Snow for a much needed walk, oh she should have gone with him! It seemed that even though their apartment they were loaned was not even safe, as Snow and James could not go on their much loved walks either!

Miray smiled gently then and shook her head "No, James, you dont need to tell me, I know, I should have gone with you at the time. I should have been here with you. To help you. But what is done is done, I dont blame you whatsoever." She hugged him then and felt Snow come and jon them with a happy bark.

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The smell of his feral breath was unbearable, but luckily he wasn't breathing on Miray as she moved to him. He flinched as she made contact; his fur was surprisingly soft and smooth for something so jagged as his feral form. When she hugged him, however, is when he let out one last long, heavy breath.

His eyes shifted back to green, and slowly, his body began to shrink, the bones moving back to their original places and size while the fur becomes a sort of mist; forming his clothing as if he'd never transformed, his arms flexing and gently embracing Miray's slender frame, one arm around her waist and resting on her back, the other hand resting on her opposite hip as it wrapped around her body. He felt ... oddly safe, in her arms. Comfortable, which he relished. He didn't deserve her friendship, he felt, but he was glad he had it.

He let out another small, shaky breath, gently lifting her for a second while he straightened his back, some of the bones in his spine cracking a few times before he put her down, but only let her go in the sense that his hands rested on her hips, and his forehead against her shoulder.

"Did I hurt anyone?..." He meant innocent people or animals. His voice sounded terrified; like a child waking up from a nightmare. "Please.....tell me I didn't hurt anyone...." His grip on her hips tightened a bit, but no where near enough to hurt her. He was always...so gentle with her; despite both his and her strength, he was always gentle; as if afraid he'd hurt her. Some would call that gentlemanly, some would call it cute, some'd call it being a sissy, other's would call it what it is: Scared of himself; not wanting to harm anything he holds dear.

"I...Is Snow alright? A-are you alright?" He asked then. She knew he could hear her heartbeat; and from that determine if she was alright; but hearing the words meant more to him. He could smell Snow, knew she was alive and well, but he needed to hear the words. He wanted to be as human as possible. If only for a little bit.

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Nolan North, the leader of the Saints, awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar garden. As his vision focused, he asked himself, Where am I? The last thing I remember was Johnny dragging my ass out of Hell... He then decided that he should explore the place and get his bearings.

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Gabriel had arrived rather uncharacteristically to the garden alone. His white tunic fluttered slightly with each step as he sauntered down the well worn path between a series of golden flowers. They were glorious in the night air, sparkling like the stars above. It was his reflection, he thought, that made them glow so bright. His image of perfection was so flawless that even nature glistened from his glory. To anyone with sense, Gabriel Arch was the definition of a narcissist but to him, he was a god - well, almost god. He knew his boundaries like his inability to create anything grand or amusing. Even poems were a challenge for the young man, but still, he could burn things to ash and that was a gift more than most had.

As his mind considered burning the life from the golden petals, Gabriel realized he had been staring at them for full minutes now. It soon dawned on him that he hadn't really considered why he came to this place of beauty. Basking, while not below him, was something he often did in the day where the sun could be blessed to cradle in his form. The night was a time of darkness where ugly things and ugly people hid in plain sight. Their unsettling features lost in the shadows. It was not a place for a prince like him but still he found himself here, staring at the golden flowers.

"Do you think she knows?" Gabriel whispered to the flowers, although ultimately to himself. His tender lips pressed tightly together as he took in a small breath and bent down onto one knee. His strapped sandals clung tight to his shins while the brown leather pulled into the stretch. The man ignored the new sensation of added pressure and began to softly stroke one of the flower petals near the edge. His soft, pale hands slid easily off as the bright light from the moon flowers simply continued their twinkle. As a new thought echoed through his consciousness, Gabriel winced. His features twisted into malcontent while his hand pinched the petal and pulled. The flower bent down before flipping backwards when the petal was ripped off. "She does." The man quietly spat, his eyes watched the golden flower swing for a few moments until it resumed its position. The yellow petal stuck between his digits burnt from his touch. A thin edge of red and orange ate through the petal until it became black and crumbled.

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This seemed ideal; after spending some time with Smudgie, a guy Vipteri took to like a moth to porchlight, seemed more or less fitting to help her run a new department on the planet, Smudgie had his.... ear.... to the ground in more ways then one,. Which was perfect for what Vipteri required

Wing City had lost its primary focus of law enforcement, and some people looked to her, the Arena Girl; their champion of a sort, to set up a new type of law enforcement location. That said meant only things she could do, and that was find a sutible location; and it was Smudgie, her second in command, who had found the right place, simply by saying of what he was, a Gardener Class.... whatever that meant

Vipteri didnt care, Smudgie had the clearest idea of where a proper police department had to be located. and that was in the Gardens, As she wandered the many paths she came upon a open space with nothing upon it other than a thin blanket of grass coated in thick ash....

This felt to be the right place. Now to construct it. "Smudgie!" Vipteri knew that Smudgie was going to have a lot of helpers to aid in construction, they already made the designs; it was simply time tpo put those designs into practise

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The gardeners were from a high-gravity planet where a fall of but a handful of feet could be lethal. Most of them survived the collapse of buildings by virtue of their strength as war machines suitable for that world. The royal soldiers could easily lift tons of rubble over their head then break it in half. So when their intelligence caste called them to action whoever could still stand hacked their way above-ground to respond. The block now crawled with emplacement gear carried on backs modified with sawtooth mounts for huge blade arms to carry aloft. It was no small amount of firepower in the gardens at present. Small hands in stark contrast just under the royal caste's cephalothorax dug through the ash. Tanks of creatures now worriedly trying to rescue plants from their ashen graves. Their safe houses were horrifically sturdy things above and underground. Indeed modified to the standards of high-gravity bunkers smaller non-royal caste of soldiers that hid there produced gardening tools from storage.

Boulders hurl over Vipteri's head every so often as a royal soldier hucks them 50 meters onto the 'trash' pile. Smudgie was was busy listening to the RF chatter going on as others of his caste darted to and fro to gather information. Smudgie was particularly good at camouflage though and appeared to flicker into existence in front of an ash pile as Vipteri called.

He turned around with a small explosion of nature magic and yelled, "SMUDGIE IS COMING, matriarch Vipteri! IT IS IN A BUSH! WHY IS it in a BUSH!"

Smudgie pushed the pile of cut and live grass aside and darted over, "Smudgie thINKS THAT PLANTS ARE AWESOME! And there is empty space foR TO MAKE A building!"

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Vipteri ducked as rocks flew over her head, the ash fell like snow and even piled on her head about an inche before she shook it over and activate a umbrella rune. She smiled seeing Smudgie scamper over,. his pattern of speaking made her oddly happy to work with him, it was if she was fated to work with him. After all he was her second in command.

She took a step to the left, a boudler the size of a fourwheeler slammed into the sdpace she was briefly standing. She nodded and his mention of the bulding "Yes. There is space here, lots of space, Perfect actually for our desires. Soon our architect will have the blueprints drawn up and ready to go. How fares your.... kin ?" She meant his fellow Gardeners and workers. They were moving fast to save the plantlife, gardnerers that took their work seriously, that made the Underlundian Princess smile, This was going to be a wonderful Law Enforcement Center. With Smudgie by her side there wouldnt be a case they couldnt handle

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Smudgie spun in a circle as small ashen-colored glowing mushrooms sprouted in each of his six pointed footsteps. Smudgie's voice was his normal state of perpetual excitement, "The soldiers WORK HARD To clear RUBBLE from the gardens! My caste-mates try to find things to grow here! AND WATER! Clean ALL THE ASH!"

Unfortunately for Vipteri Gardeners did not have the same affection for being dry as humans did. Between a quick assembly from a builder caste and a repaired water main the tube laborers dragged up over a wall the rushing noise and rhythmic releases of air from working laborers it was going to become rapidly very damp. The rumble of water sent a shadow from behind Vipteri as a torrent of water is released from a heavy tube. The fine spray looses a hard rain over barren parts of the gardens soaking Vipteri and the Gardeners whom merely preen the caked dust and dirt from their bodies. Their weapons and possessions were either tarped, water-sealed, or both. Laborers scurry to direct flows of water toward blocked sewer drains as ash-laden water drains away. Some of the grass in that blasted locale shows under the caked layer now.

Smudgie just bounces up and down as ashen water now brown and the smell of coffee and creamer overtakes his immediate confines, "WE SAVE the gardens and GET READY to build! WHERE TO PUT the new builDING, MATRIARCH Vipteri?"

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"So much ash...so dirty...and so noisy..." A young woman whispered under her breath, almost afraid to attract the attention of the flies around the area. The ground was caked in ash and debree, in the distance there were large vehicles moving about cleaning and fixing the city. The noise they made the entire atmosphere which seemed quiet and peaceful into an industrial zone. The sounds of wheels running across the ground, the sound of metal ramming into buildings causing them to crash...the faint yelling of people...it was noisy...

The garden seemed empty, at least from what the woman could see. She was tired, many buildings seemed to be out of order. She did not mind, it was peaceful outside where there weren't many people. Tucking herself into a nearby bush that seemed mostly clear of ash, she curled into a small ball and tried to drift to sleep...'try' being the keyword due to all the noise the machines were making, and the voices now entering her ears.

"Ebba, this does not seem to be the best spot to sleep. Exposed to the elements, and you cant tell if someone is sneaking up on you." A feminine voice sounded in her ears, what sounded like a well trained soldier, stern but kind at the same time. No one else would hear this voice, only the young girl resting in a bush.

"But...all the ho...hootl...hotelis...hotels are not standing...and...all the big explosions...kept me awake..." Ebba spoke to the voice despite no one around her.

"But at least we should---" "Try something else. Its morning, daytime! Plenty of time to train! Why sleep? If someone sneaks on you...Your gone! At this rate we can ensure no one sneaks on you and we can make sure your more fit!" A second voice proudly interrupted. The voice was energetic, exited, but again no one else could hear the voice.


"Train?...M-Maybe later...what if someone came around?...A-And I am also tired..." Ebba again pleaded with the voices.

"Let poor Ebba sleep for now. We can easily watch over her while she does, if she is tired let her sleep, we can just train in the dreamscape." A third voice spoke, a calm and friendly voice. But as the other two...no one could hear it...

"Lazarus, you know full well that we cant baby her like this. Ebba needs to learn how to do some things herself."

"But do keep in mind that we are part of her ourselves, so in a sense she is taking care of herself using what she has at her disposal."

"But...Never mind, you have me beat there."

"Yeah! We can just train while she sleeps. She gets rested and we still have fun!"

"Only you are having fun, I am making sure she gains the skills instead of being your practice dummy."

"What did you say? You want a piece of me again!?"

"You know full well that I will gladly challenge you..."

"Enough you two...Ebba is sleeping now. Continue your bickering in the dreamscape so you don't wake her up. You are free to argue when you do."

Eventually the three voices seemed to fade away, leaving the girl alone in a bush. Sleeping peacefully.





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Walking through the gardens, Elliot Alderson came across a bench, sitting down on it. He looked around, pondering the meaning of Life itself. With Wing City getting attacked almost every day, he'd thought about making plans to go off-world, maybe find a place to settle down, get a new job and such.

Just then, Elliot's phone buzzed. He answered it.

Hello? Who's this?
Elliot asked.

Hello sir. We're from the National Bank of Terra and we're having some problems with you account. Could yo-
The caller said in a Robotic voice. Elliot knew it was another of these cold callers that tried to get your Bank details and steal your money. He ended the call, blocked the number from his phone and stretched out on the bench.

Just then, he noticed some rustling from a bush. He got up, walked to the bush and pulled the leaves away. Inside it was a young woman. Elliot looked around. There wasn't a single person in the garden except him and the young woman.

Ma'am, are you alright? If you're hurt, I can call an ambulance.
Elliot asked the young woman, hoping she was alive.

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The woman stirred as the mans words reached her. She mumbled a bit in her sleep but evidently this shown the man that she was indeed alive. "I...hear another voice...I'll...be back..." She mumbled in her sleep. She was probaly having a dream.

However the mans voice seemed to stir her from her slumber and slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes rather meekly. "Am...bur...ance? What's an Amburance?..." Ebba asked almost whispering the words. However once her eyes opened, those dark red eyes looked at the man directly. And once those eyes made contact her sleepiness turned more into a small bit of cowardice and nerviousness.

In response to the mans presence, Ebba scooted away from him, using the bush in the vain hope it would turn to concrete and hide her form. Unfortanantly for her, the bush remained its usual leafy self and she hid only parts of her figure but did not hide herself very well. Almost like a child thinking she was invisible behind a leaf, it was clear she was not used to interacting with people. Even more so her face was flushed red. "Person...C-Can I...help?..." She slowly uttered the words, her normal whisper like voice was on the border of growing more quiet and more loud.

However the mans voice was not the only thing she was hearing. The one voice always quick to react.

"Remain calm, I shall assist in a minute." The stern but calm voice spoke only to her. She was actually nervious about this. "Ok...Just assist...no intervine...Thank...Celeste..." She muttered the last part under her breath. However it made it look like she was venting out her nerviousness by talking to the ground. In a sense she was.