Setting
This area is the very center of Wing City, in the midst of the Wing City Gardens.
Wing City Town Square
This area is the very center of Wing City, in the midst of the Wing City Gardens.
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Wing City Town Square is a part of 
Wing City.
42 Characters Here
Alissa Bowen [32] Wing City First Responder
Sarah Locheart [31] Fire Chief of the Fire Department of Wing City
Loretti Basque [30] Mistborn were created when Rashek condensed the power of Preservation into the metal Larasium which he and a few of his closest friends and allies ingested, granting them Allomantic powers.
Cyril Partridge [27] A chaotic demon, actually kind of a jerk.
Delta Vargas [21] On a plane trip to the rabbit hole.
Ariel Moore [21] "Some people say I'm overprepared."
C. McLoughlan Jr. [19] A homicide detective for the Wing City Police Department.
Yah'akov Kohen [19] "Yes, I am blind. No, I am not an invalid."
The Enoch Echoes [19] A primarily Jewish rock band that's known for playing at bars and coffee shops, and their blind drummer.
Roxxy [19]
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The female stepped forward, granite block in hand as she glanced left, right, and all around with her amethyst colored eyes. Edna had not seen Wing City in so long, and now she feared that she was lost. The female enderman didn't wish to believe it, wanting her sense of direction to not fail her now. But, the fact that she was lost was as plain and real as the sun on her bare shoulders. "...If I could find that Gambit's place...Maybe..." She pondered, looking around. Might as well wander some more until she found her way.
The well dressed man strode into the square, chewing on a bagel. His new pets seemed to keep his metabolism in a state of chaos, at times forcing him to eat several thousand calories in a single sitting- yet they kept the weight off, so it was all good. Though they had a taste for...exotic fare. Human flesh was a favorite. He seemed to be chatting with an invisible person as he walked and ate, talking animatedly with absolutely no one nearby. Was he mad?
"The plans, how are they coming across?" the voice spoke directly into Pandemic's mind, all the while the Chaos God projected an image forth- a skeletal being drifting about two feet off of the ground, something for Pandemic to reference when speaking. "I tire of this waiting...this realm. I wish to be free."
"Things go well, I have two agents in place, with a set time table. Shortly the first bomb will detonate, followed by a second larger blast that will draw attention from the first. While the idiots scramble to put out two fires I will light a third..and remove the hospital from the board. With no where for the sick and injured to go...well, the chaos will be beautiful." he smiled, and took another bite of bagel.
At once the avatar of Malal would vanish, "I feel a stirring..I will go observe one of the agents you provided..."
It was late in the evening in Wing City Town Square, the sun had gone to sleep and only the silvery glow of the moon and stars shone down intermittently between the clouds that drifted lazily by. There were few people still gathered here in the town square at this late hour, and aside from a few street-lights around its edges, it was largely bathed in the darkness of the night.
There was one other light however, notably, in the square. The warm orange glow of flames danced in a lantern carried by a figure clad in a red-and-gold kimono, his long dark hair falling to his waist as he strolled peacefully through the night. Achaeos breathed in the stillness with a small smile, enjoying the quiet calm of the near empty square. The kitsune found the silence pleasant after a long day spent in that very square, surrounded by vibrant life - the hubbub and clamour of a city filled with mortal life.
Whilst such things were enjoyable in small doses, spending an entire day surrounded by such noise was a little much. But at the same time, it was revitalising. As a kitsune, Achaeos relied upon the soul-energy of mortals to sustain him. Unlike many, he did not choose to acquire this by seducing or tricking them into giving their souls up in their entirety. Instead, he would come to a busy place such as this and passively siphon the slightest trickle from each and every person present. He took little enough that it was not noticeable nor harmful to the people, but there were enough of them that it sustained him all the same.
But now he rested, his batteries recharged, so to speak. All was quiet, for now.
There was one other light however, notably, in the square. The warm orange glow of flames danced in a lantern carried by a figure clad in a red-and-gold kimono, his long dark hair falling to his waist as he strolled peacefully through the night. Achaeos breathed in the stillness with a small smile, enjoying the quiet calm of the near empty square. The kitsune found the silence pleasant after a long day spent in that very square, surrounded by vibrant life - the hubbub and clamour of a city filled with mortal life.
Whilst such things were enjoyable in small doses, spending an entire day surrounded by such noise was a little much. But at the same time, it was revitalising. As a kitsune, Achaeos relied upon the soul-energy of mortals to sustain him. Unlike many, he did not choose to acquire this by seducing or tricking them into giving their souls up in their entirety. Instead, he would come to a busy place such as this and passively siphon the slightest trickle from each and every person present. He took little enough that it was not noticeable nor harmful to the people, but there were enough of them that it sustained him all the same.
But now he rested, his batteries recharged, so to speak. All was quiet, for now.
Normally, a night like this would bode work, and a lot of it. However, today, Elizabeth was off shift, and thus had decided to take a visit to the Square. After all, Gambit's was still closed, and thus this was an acceptable alternative. The stars in the sky twinkled brightly, and the woman stared up at them as she made her way along the area.
Her dress blended in with the colors of the night, only illuminated by the moon above. In contrast, her hair brightly reflected the light, shimmering softly. She hummed a small tuneless tune as she walked at an easy pace.
In her distraction, she sidled by what she had assumed to be a lamppost, instead narrowly missing a person who had been standing there. With a gasp, she turned to ambiguous kimono-wearing creature and rushed to bow her head. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
Her dress blended in with the colors of the night, only illuminated by the moon above. In contrast, her hair brightly reflected the light, shimmering softly. She hummed a small tuneless tune as she walked at an easy pace.
In her distraction, she sidled by what she had assumed to be a lamppost, instead narrowly missing a person who had been standing there. With a gasp, she turned to ambiguous kimono-wearing creature and rushed to bow her head. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
Achaeos took a step back as Elizabeth brushed by him, deftly sweeping his lantern out of her path so that she did not burn herself. The kitsune chuckled at her lightly. "I am fine, miss. But perhaps you should pay more attention to where you are walking, lest you walk into something less soft than myself."
He glanced past her, and frowned. "Are you alone tonight, miss? That may not be advisable. There are many who keep to the night so as to commit immoral acts, and it would not do for a lone young lady to be caught off guard by such unpleasant characters." Achaeos lifted an eyebrow. "Unless, of course, there is more to you than meets the eye?"
He glanced past her, and frowned. "Are you alone tonight, miss? That may not be advisable. There are many who keep to the night so as to commit immoral acts, and it would not do for a lone young lady to be caught off guard by such unpleasant characters." Achaeos lifted an eyebrow. "Unless, of course, there is more to you than meets the eye?"
Elizabeth eyed the lantern briefly, then returned the laugh which was mixed with some relief. "Well, that was a close one," she said, "but thank you for your concern. I was simply enraptured by the night sky. It is beautiful, no?" At this, she waved her hand at the sky above them.
She shook her head at his question, replying, "I am simply human, though I understand your asking. And indeed, I am unaccompanied. However, I am aware of the the seedier locations and this is not one of them. Unless you are one of the unpleasant characters," she said lightly, quirking an eyebrow.
She shook her head at his question, replying, "I am simply human, though I understand your asking. And indeed, I am unaccompanied. However, I am aware of the the seedier locations and this is not one of them. Unless you are one of the unpleasant characters," she said lightly, quirking an eyebrow.
"To my understanding, this city is one where there are few places that are truly safe." Achaeos replied with a small, sad smile. "But fear cannot rule your life, I suppose, or you'd never do anything." He shook his head, "And, no, I am not such a character. I like to consider myself pleasant, but at the very least, I mean you no harm."
The kitsune bowed politely, his lantern trailing an amber glow in the air as it descended with him. "My name is Achaeos, but you may call me Aki if you'd prefer." He said, straightening and looking up at the sky. "Yes, the stars are shining brightly tonight it seems. Perhaps it is an omen of good fortune. What brings you here at such a late hour, then, if I may ask?"
The kitsune bowed politely, his lantern trailing an amber glow in the air as it descended with him. "My name is Achaeos, but you may call me Aki if you'd prefer." He said, straightening and looking up at the sky. "Yes, the stars are shining brightly tonight it seems. Perhaps it is an omen of good fortune. What brings you here at such a late hour, then, if I may ask?"
[I'm so sorry for using OOC, but I'm brand new to this and I would like to know if I just jump in anywhere?]
"Yes, that's correct," Elizabeth agreed with a light laugh, "but this is a city of contradictions, as well. Even as there are terrible and dangerous places, there are plenty of wonderful locations as well." Stepping back, the waitress glanced over Achaeos, nodding. "Well, I would simply say that you do not fit in, that could be said for many of the inhabitants here."
"A pleasure, Achaeos. Aki." She let the name roll off the tip of her tongue, smiling. "My name is Elizabeth." With a small curtsy, she swept her arm across the Square. "Simply a woman off work, who decided to enjoy the fresh air and a beautiful night. Yourself?"
"A pleasure, Achaeos. Aki." She let the name roll off the tip of her tongue, smiling. "My name is Elizabeth." With a small curtsy, she swept her arm across the Square. "Simply a woman off work, who decided to enjoy the fresh air and a beautiful night. Yourself?"
"Do I not?" Achaeos frowned, looking down at himself, "I suppose that my garb is rather... traditional. It has been a while since I spent much time amongst humans, I've not really adjusted to the fashions of the day." The fox-eared boy looked back up with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth. I've been here for most of the day, just enjoying the atmosphere."
He stepped away, lantern trailing lazily through the night air as it swung around with him. "I am enjoying the quiet, I suppose, after a day of noise and crowds. The contrast between how busy it was here earlier and how deserted it is now is remarkable."
He stepped away, lantern trailing lazily through the night air as it swung around with him. "I am enjoying the quiet, I suppose, after a day of noise and crowds. The contrast between how busy it was here earlier and how deserted it is now is remarkable."
"Indeed, it seems quite traditional. There is nothing wrong with that, and it is not even as out of place as I made it seem. The people here are dressed in whatever is comfortable for them, and that varies. I am certainly not one to talk," she admitted, lifting her dress to show him. "It is more old-fashioned than common fashions."
Her eyes locked onto the moving lantern. "The experiences are interestingly different between a full crowd and an empty night. Out of curiosity, do you always carry that lantern?"
Her eyes locked onto the moving lantern. "The experiences are interestingly different between a full crowd and an empty night. Out of curiosity, do you always carry that lantern?"
"Always? No, not always. But more often than not, yes." Achaeos smiled, trailing a hand over the metal frame, apparently unhindered by the heat. "It is both comforting and helpful for me to have a source of flame about my person. I have an affinity to it, you could say. Think of it as equivalent to a priest carrying a crucifix, or a wizard their wand. A mix of a reassuring and symbolic presence and a useful tool, in the right circumstances."
Not to mention the fact that it carried a portion of his soul, but that was a detail Achaeos seldom shared, and certainly not with strangers. To demonstrate what he had said, a spark of flame danced from the lantern and onto the kitsune's arm like a firefly, twirling about the length of the limb in a merrily erratic dance and blazing a short-lived glowing trail behind it. "I have noticed the diversity here, it is true, and so I have made less effort than I might otherwise to 'fit in'. Such things have previously been much more important, where displays of a supernatural nature or other abnormalities might bring more trouble than they were worth."
Not to mention the fact that it carried a portion of his soul, but that was a detail Achaeos seldom shared, and certainly not with strangers. To demonstrate what he had said, a spark of flame danced from the lantern and onto the kitsune's arm like a firefly, twirling about the length of the limb in a merrily erratic dance and blazing a short-lived glowing trail behind it. "I have noticed the diversity here, it is true, and so I have made less effort than I might otherwise to 'fit in'. Such things have previously been much more important, where displays of a supernatural nature or other abnormalities might bring more trouble than they were worth."
"Well, it certainly is a strange thing to carry around," Elizabeth observed, slowly reaching out towards it to feel the warmth. "But from your statement I can assume that you are something a little less close to human. Either that or it is a strange penchant." Then, a small chuckle escaped her lips. "Quite, I cannot imagine a simple crucifix lighting up the darkness, at least. Your symbol, at the very least, has more practical use."
Of course there was more to the lantern that met the eye, but if Aki was indeed a supernatural creature, she did not expect him to reveal the secret to it. The lantern was important to him, and that summed up what she needed to know. An eyebrow slowly made its way up at the moving flame. "Well, we certainly get the fair share of the spooky, weird, intriguing, dangerous and unexplainable."
"But if you care to share, what are you exactly?"
Of course there was more to the lantern that met the eye, but if Aki was indeed a supernatural creature, she did not expect him to reveal the secret to it. The lantern was important to him, and that summed up what she needed to know. An eyebrow slowly made its way up at the moving flame. "Well, we certainly get the fair share of the spooky, weird, intriguing, dangerous and unexplainable."
"But if you care to share, what are you exactly?"
"Were the ears not a give-away? Maybe you aren't familiar with the legends," Achaeos laughed, the fox-ears upon his head twitching. "I am a kitsune. Renowned for our deception, and our ability to blend in so that we might steal the souls of unsuspecting humans. Humans consider us foxes in disguise, whilst on the reverse, foxes consider us humans in disguise. Quite the quandry, I'm not even sure myself which - if either- is more true."
He held up a hand, "I assure you, the bad reputation does not describe all of us. I am quite evidently making no efforts to conceal my nature, and your soul is safe from me. I have other means of surviving than leaving a trail of lifeless, drained husks. I cannot abide a murderer, by supposed necessity or not."
He held up a hand, "I assure you, the bad reputation does not describe all of us. I am quite evidently making no efforts to conceal my nature, and your soul is safe from me. I have other means of surviving than leaving a trail of lifeless, drained husks. I cannot abide a murderer, by supposed necessity or not."
A slight blush came to Elizabeth's cheeks and she laughed again. "No, you are correct. I am not a particular observer of the legends where many originate from. But I do not recall ever hearing of a kitsune." She bowed her head. "Thank you for the lesson, then. I suppose I will remember to be cautious around those who are not like you. I do rather like my soul, after all."
Linking her fingers, her hands pushed out to stretch her arms. She then raised a finger. "And how do I know you are not just trying to seduce me with pretty words until we reach some dark alley, hmmm?" The question was light and joking and not an accusation.
Linking her fingers, her hands pushed out to stretch her arms. She then raised a finger. "And how do I know you are not just trying to seduce me with pretty words until we reach some dark alley, hmmm?" The question was light and joking and not an accusation.
"Well, were that my intent, I am doing quite a poor job of leading you towards said alley, aren't I?" Achaeos quipped with amusement, "And in enlightening you as to my nature, I would have only shot myself in the foot, so to speak. I fear that should a kitsune have designs upon your soul, you would not know them for what they were until it was too late. Few wear their fox traits out in the open, instead shrouding them with illusion."
He shook his head, "But there is little need to be paranoid. It has been decades since I last encountered another of my kind, and she did not survive the meeting. An unpleasant experience, but she had left a trail of death behind her I would not like to consider the potential length of. She could not be allowed to continue."
He shook his head, "But there is little need to be paranoid. It has been decades since I last encountered another of my kind, and she did not survive the meeting. An unpleasant experience, but she had left a trail of death behind her I would not like to consider the potential length of. She could not be allowed to continue."
"Well, it could happen at any time," Elizabeth mused, "suddenly, alley. And the poor waitress disappears without a trace, never to be found again. After all, some predators attempt to appear helpless before they strike." Attentively, she took in the information that he gave her. "So you are saying it would not matter if I knew or not. Then there is no point in worrying," she told him.
"And thus, I will not be paranoid."
"Well, I think that makes you a prime candidate in escorting me from this dangerous, dark place. After all, something could happen to a defenseless girl like me, no?" she queried in mock fear, widening her eyes and referring back to the earlier conversation.
"And thus, I will not be paranoid."
"Well, I think that makes you a prime candidate in escorting me from this dangerous, dark place. After all, something could happen to a defenseless girl like me, no?" she queried in mock fear, widening her eyes and referring back to the earlier conversation.
Achaeos laughed, nodding his head. "I've never known alleyways to be that sneaky, but there is a first time for everything." he said, "And I could not possibly refuse, since you're asking. I have nowhere pressing to be, and good company is its own reward. To where do you travel, Miss Elizabeth?"
The kitsune held out his free arm in offering for Elizabeth to take, should she wish to. "You are a waitress, then? At what establishment?"
The kitsune held out his free arm in offering for Elizabeth to take, should she wish to. "You are a waitress, then? At what establishment?"
"I have always figured them for sneaky. Dark, cramped, potentially sound stifling and unlikely to be walked in on..." Her hand rose, fingers waggling in ominous movement. "To be honest, I did not have anywhere pressing to be either. A night walk is a night walk, and goes wherever the moon decides."
Elizabeth curtsied again, gracefully taking the kitsune's arm. "Well, I must accept. Walk with me then. I work at the Tauvyr Tavern. Perhaps you have heard of it?"
Elizabeth curtsied again, gracefully taking the kitsune's arm. "Well, I must accept. Walk with me then. I work at the Tauvyr Tavern. Perhaps you have heard of it?"
"I have, as it happens. I have been spending many of my days at Verinotte Hollow as of late. It is a pleasant little town, once one gets past the pervasiveness of vampires and other such beings." Achaeos said as they began to walk. His expression became thoughtful. "I have never known so many of them to be... amiable. Most vampires and other supernatural entities that border the line between life and death that I have encountered before have been malicious, or even savage." he added with a shrug of his shoulders.
"But there is much here that is different to I have known it to be in the past. That is one of the more pleasant things that I have begun to grow accustomed to. There has been such change in the years I have been dormant, it is difficult to get my head around many of them. Cars, for example, baffle me entirely. I can see what they do, and indeed how to get them to do it, but ... the very concept of placing oneself in such a metallic beast is inherently alarming to me."
"But there is much here that is different to I have known it to be in the past. That is one of the more pleasant things that I have begun to grow accustomed to. There has been such change in the years I have been dormant, it is difficult to get my head around many of them. Cars, for example, baffle me entirely. I can see what they do, and indeed how to get them to do it, but ... the very concept of placing oneself in such a metallic beast is inherently alarming to me."
The air was cool and there was a gentle breeze blowing. Fall was coming to Wing City. The trees were beginning to turn colors and storms were rolling across the sky more often. Soon enough there was going to be snow on the ground and Christmas lights hung everywhere.
McLoughlan sat on a park bench with a cup of coffee. He still hadn't found his assignment. There was a nagging feeling that his assignment was in Wing City but there were so many people it was near impossible to pinpoint them. He was losing time. It would have been so much easier if this was an official case where he could call an informant. But as it was, that was not an option for McLoughlan.
The man scratched the five o'clock shadow on his jaw. His deep set eyes peered at a bush and his brows knit together in a tight knot. There were heavy worry lines etched on his forehead.
He needed to find his person. But where to start?
McLoughlan sat on a park bench with a cup of coffee. He still hadn't found his assignment. There was a nagging feeling that his assignment was in Wing City but there were so many people it was near impossible to pinpoint them. He was losing time. It would have been so much easier if this was an official case where he could call an informant. But as it was, that was not an option for McLoughlan.
The man scratched the five o'clock shadow on his jaw. His deep set eyes peered at a bush and his brows knit together in a tight knot. There were heavy worry lines etched on his forehead.
He needed to find his person. But where to start?
There was a knack to walking like you didn't care where you ended up. A stumble here or there, fingers wrapped in half-discintegrated woolen gloves reaching into one trash can, fishing after one particularly likely looking morsel. Discarded, though. Even Lia wasn't that hungry.
But then again, it wasn't hard to spot one of Them, either. Didn't matter what colour, what band on their arm, badge on their... badge... All the same underneath. Watchful eyes. Good quality shoes. Always the shoes. Mother had told her.
Cracked lips purse beneath the dirty fabric of the jacket, amusement. Momma had always been right. Well, until the point old Bobby had seen to it she wasn't right. Silly cow.
She makes her way, shuffling and stumbling, to the can beside the bench with the.. She casts a look out of the corner of her eye, before dismissing the notion. Like she cared.
"Looks like a man whose lookin'." She could have been talking to the trash for all that she moves, dark, dirty nails scratching through old cigarette ends and discarded coffee cups even as the words leave her mouth.
But then again, it wasn't hard to spot one of Them, either. Didn't matter what colour, what band on their arm, badge on their... badge... All the same underneath. Watchful eyes. Good quality shoes. Always the shoes. Mother had told her.
Cracked lips purse beneath the dirty fabric of the jacket, amusement. Momma had always been right. Well, until the point old Bobby had seen to it she wasn't right. Silly cow.
She makes her way, shuffling and stumbling, to the can beside the bench with the.. She casts a look out of the corner of her eye, before dismissing the notion. Like she cared.
"Looks like a man whose lookin'." She could have been talking to the trash for all that she moves, dark, dirty nails scratching through old cigarette ends and discarded coffee cups even as the words leave her mouth.