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The Multiverse

Wing City

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

You have entered Wing City, the third largest city on Terra and its premier capital. Hustling and bustling with activity, this city serves as a hub of social and political activity, as well as the prestigious solo combat capital of the quadrant.

Remæus holds sovereignty over Wing City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

13,111 readers have been here.

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If Terra is a multicultural melting pot of a planet, then Wing City is its rich, bubbling core. The seat of the Terran National Government and the de-facto Capital of the world, there is very little on Terra that is not represented in some way in this bustling city. As diverse in its architecture as it is in its people, the city gives across a patchwork feel – sleek and post-modern skyscrapers stand side by side with traditional centuries-old stonework – including the massive wall which encircles much of it. Despite this, Wing City is by and large a modern and thriving city, supporting a wide variety of facilities from state of the art hospitals and expansive public libraries to its very own spaceport. The city isn’t all high-rising neatness, however, with large stretches of it beyond the walls in need of serious renovation.

The City extends around a large green gardens area at its centre, at its most pristine within the haven of natural beauty that has survived decades of conflict. A single vast street stretches from the gardens at the centre all the way to the main entrance at its southernmost point, along which many of its most famous landmarks are located – including the notorious Gambit Building, the reputed centre of martial learning that is the Master’s Dojo, and the home of the Terran National Government.

The housing of the city progresses from its most expensive residences being located nearby to the gardens - with the awe-inspiring Sol Tower proudly reaching into the sky amongst them - to the cheaper and more tightly packed housing generally being found further east; amongst amenities such as the fire department, the post office and the police station. To the north of this area lies the business district, within which the headquarters of many of the city’s most prominent corporations can be found, along with the odd building of obscenely expensive studio apartments overlooking well-maintained streets and a sea of suits. It is in this northern portion of the city where the spaceport lies, a constant stream of both personal and trade ships generally seen ascending and descending from it.

In the southwest, the social hub of the city can be found just off of Main Street. Wing City Plaza boasts all sorts of entertainment, from restaurants to nightclubs – even an Arena a short way to the north. The Plaza is also home to public facilities such as the hospital and other administrative buildings.

Aside from Main Street, the city’s entrances can be found to the eastern side of the city where a massive gate is set into the wall, the road beyond leading through the slums and off to the coast, as well as the smaller western gate leading to a nearby lake. Finally, there is a long open highway leading out of the city to the southeast.

The culture of Wing City is, as one might expect from a city so diverse, almost impossible to comprehensively describe. There are communities for all races, all religions and all species; for the magically inclined and the space-travellers. Anyone can find their niche somewhere within the city’s walls, or even create their own. With a thriving economy, nightlife and nigh-on overflowing population, it’s no surprise that the benefits of such a busy city come hand in hand with danger. Crime is a serious concern within the city, and although the WCPD are one of the finest forces on the planet – equipped to deal with all manner of threat, both natural and supernatural – there remains a level of danger in walking the streets alone. Whether it be organized crime in the form of gangs and cults, the more chaotic lashing out of individuals or the hunger of vampire or demon and the like, citizens and visitors alike are advised to watch their backs.

So whether it’s to enjoy the sights, build a home and career or just to make trouble – welcome to Wing City.

A surprise waits around every corner.

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Wing City

You have entered Wing City, the third largest city on Terra and its premier capital. Hustling and bustling with activity, this city serves as a hub of social and political activity, as well as the prestigious solo combat capital of the quadrant.

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Wing City is a part of Midland.

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Palia McShann [176] A pretty, easygoing 20 year-old, with a fuzzy kiwi compainion and a talent for mind control.
Iante Clowes [164]
Michael Connor [123] A close-combat trainer for the WCPD and related organisations.
Telsia [121] Is now a vampire, she has been training and learning to control her thirst but has gained quite a temper.
Jason LeMat [82] "Yeah.... I know he's dead... but give me five minutes with him. I'll get the information you want."
Mason Apolo [80] "Yes i know, i look frail and weak, but i'm not!"
Belvia [72]
Noah and Milo Cole [67] brothers....
Kitt Dreyer [64] "Want me to Give you a Permanent Smile?"

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Rigel saunters in, his usually pristine suit soaked in blood from a small slash wound to his chest. With him he carried two long and thin sheets of paper, which he carried in his right hand. His movement was still fluid, showing all the swagger and bravado of your usual protagonist, giving him a sense of respect within the small crowd that had gathered after the incident.

He stopped at the nearby wall, of what building or restriction he didn't know - nor did he care. The two sheets of paper were lifted by his hand, and pinned to the wall with a pair of needles very similar to those that were used to instigate the conflict that had occurred only minutes prior.


"These paper sheets represent those who have been marked for the Order of the Moon. We are many, and we will conquer your pacifist world. We will return, without warning, to certify our claim over those we have marked, and to further identify those who need to be marked."

With that being said, Rigel turned away and evaporated into a silky grey mist, leaving the two strips of paper pinned against the wall. They read as follows:
Saladin, marked by Rigel on this 1st day of the Moon. ~注文は、文の

Aderas, marked by Rigel on this 1st day of the Moon. ~注文は、文の

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Rigel again materialized, but only for a moment. As soon as he was finished depositing a third strip of paper upon the board with the same type of needle as used before, he dematerialized again into the ether, leaving behind only a few spatters of blood in his place.

Tessandra, marked by Rigel on this 2nd day of the Moon. ~注文は、文の

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Saladin Akara walked through the small crowd, a rather amused smile upon his face. This 'Rigel' fellow had caused much mirth in the people, rather than the respect he had supposed would result from his actions.

The poison, an apparent neuro-toxin, had been negated by a Chief Medical Sorcerer back on the homeworld of Saladin, the planet Kelante. And, through studies of the poison, not only was a successful antidote found, but also a vaccine. And so it was that Saladin had left boxes in various places, containing vials of the drug.

Having returned to normalcy with more speed than this 'Rigel' fellow had expected, Saladin approached the three paper notices on the wall. He tilted his head to one side with an obvious curiosity. What exactly was the purpose of this 'Rigel' fellow? The first two names were expected - his own and that of Aderas.

But, the third name? Tessandra? A slight memory returned to Saladin, and he simply shook his head in disbelief, and in pity for this 'Rigel'... The man considered himself some sort of elite fighter, claiming all in this realm was weak... Yet, he targets a youngling, a new one to this world, a woman who does not even fight. Did this 'Rigel' assume, somehow, that he would gain superiority in fighting and targeting who was essentially a child? Shameful, pitiful, embarrassing.


"Some people..."

And with that, Saladin took a hold of the first two papers, grasping them between thumb and forefinger. An instant later, with a momentary flash of fire, the papers were burned to ash, and as the soft grey remains of the sheets fell to the floor, Saladin repeated the same action upon the third notice. Sufficient, certainly, to give a message to this 'Rigel'.

However, Saladin was not one to suffer such people lightly, and with a nimbus appearing about his body, he began to weave Saidin. Threads of Fire, Earth and Spirit were woven with a great precision. Upon the wall was placed a larger piece of paper, with letters inscribed upon it. Not with ink, but as though the letters were a part of the paper itself:


Rigel of Order of the Moon:


By decree of Simtar Saladin Akara, Warrior of the Order of the Night, Sorcerer of the Kayzard, Ruler of the world and people of Kelante, the above named is challenged to combat in the methodologies native to this place. Using this particular medium for the encounter.


Fire and Earth had worked soundly together to create the notice. Now, the weaves of Spirit were put in place, about the wall, and with an invisible barrier, protection was made. None could see or sense weaves of Saidin, save for those who also could Channel. Should the wall be touched, or the notice, this 'Rigel' would be met with a rather... Unpleasant... Surprise.

Turning his back to the wall, Saladin opened a Gateway, and stepping through it, returned from whence he came. He secretly hoped that 'Rigel' would be brash enough to touch the wall. For, of course, he would have no clue about what Wards had been put in place.

Saladin chuckled as he allowed the Gateway to close, pretty damn sure that the apparent 'warrior' would be foolish enough to make the mistake.

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#, as written by Kronos
The wall where Saladin had placed his trap and reply to Rigi. was horribly situated for such a thing. It was under a large brick arch that overhung a major route leading from a Hudword plaza, where some of the best eateries and shops in this district were supposed to be. And the entire wall, arch, and plaza were made of old brick, propped up against modern trinium (duranium's weaker cousin) bracing. And every day, roughly an hour after noon, the influx of people through the plaza reached it's peak.

A passing civilian, dressed in a rather long pair of baggy pants and a black T-shirt bearing the lithographed visage of Premier Chekhov overlaid with a red stricken-through circle, stopped his walking down the crowded streets for a moment. A little scrap of paper on the wall left of him had caught his attention; it's combination of being pinned to a solid brick wall by seemingly nothing the man's with it's strange placement had roused the man's curiosity.

He slipped through of people coming back from their lunch, a thronging crowd of tourists and natives dressed in a myriad of styles. He himself had just eaten lunch, hence his reason for being in the crowd of people flowing out from the plaza; it was a good curry, made from local Hubword Devilfish with some kind of fried anthropomorphic creature introduced to Hubword cuisine by the Red Technocracy.

He took the piece of paper before his thumb and forefinger, and pulled. The paper, held into place by elemental forces just strong enough to resist the wind and elements and enchanted to yield to a human touch, came off the wall like a wet piece of paper -- it's edges still adhered to the walls while it's upper section was pulled off. The man gave a light tug on the paper, fully disattaching it from the wall.

He started to read it for a moment. The world Rigel would be his last. Seconds after the paper disattached from the wall, a chain reaction of horrendous proportions started. The brick wall reached furnace-like temperatures, forming sheet of molten ceramic slag. The earth elementalism weaved into place rapidly cooled outer layer of ceramic, causing an explosive effect. Molten rock burst from the wall, splattering molten yellow substance that charred skin away in an instant onto the crowd making it's way through the ally.

The man was first to go, broadsided by enough slag to char his body in an instant. He keeled over, clutching his chest with hands burnt to a black crisp. His face impacted with the brick cobblestones, leaving a sprawling trail of flaky, charred skin across the ground. Needless to say, the other people were having just the same luck.

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Character Portrait: Chijou Naomi Chijou Naomi says,
 "what power?"

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Character Portrait: Alan Boran Alan Boran says,
 `Vampires are known for great strength.`

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Character Portrait: Chijou Naomi Chijou Naomi says,
 "I don't have that.."

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Character Portrait: Alan Boran Alan Boran says,
 `Are you fast`

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Character Portrait: Chijou Naomi Chijou Naomi says,
 shook his head.

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Character Portrait: Alan Boran Alan Boran says,
 “ ”

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Character Portrait: Alan Boran Alan Boran says,
 `I am sorry friend i must go`

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Character Portrait: Chijou Naomi Chijou Naomi says,
 nodded "ok.."

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Character Portrait: Alan Boran Alan Boran says,
 `good luck out there`

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Character Portrait: Chijou Naomi Chijou Naomi says,
 "thanks.."

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#, as written by Jace
Lines formed along the outskirts of the large building, the only building in sight for miles. It rose for a mile into a darkened sky, without window or door other than the ones located on the bottom floor. Some called it the ‘Dagger’, as its symbol implied, while others called it home. From its upper levels craft could be seen coming and going, though the hows and whys of their entrance or departure was unknown to all but the pilots and ones lucky enough to be on the upper floors.

The lines though, and the people within them, had all come on large cargo ships. Each one nervously looked up toward the clouds that towered above, always swirling, always hiding the sun that shown just beyond its reach. To many, that sun would mean death, for every man, woman, and child below the eternal clouds, were vampires.

The building they crowded around was known as the Vampire Registry Sanctum, or simply, the VRS. As a leading corporation in the Multiverse, catering mainly to the undead, or their victims, the company had grown to weild within its grasp a might power over those which sought to feed on blood. For years they simply guided the soulless, but as of late, more and more light had began to shine on their exploits, until the VRS had to as well come from the shadows.

In so doing, they have begun requiring every known vampire, turned and born, to register and become known to the Company. Any that did not after the allotted time, were to be hunted down and destroyed as unlawful practitioners of ancient crimes.

The next couple in line made their way into the building, tugging a small, pale boy in their wake. They made their way to the only object within the first floor of the Sanctuary, and smiled at the old woman sitting behind the large obsidian desk.

“Name?” The elder woman asked politely.

“Jenson Junas, wife Sarah Junas, and son Artaris Junas,” the man said, his accent thick and almost un-discernable. Still, the elderly lady smiled and wrote down the names into a large book. At once each of the vampires felt a burning sensation within their heads, a sensation that lasted until the ink began to dry on their names.

“Now then,” the lady said. “You may return home, or you may take resedince in the caves below, which are quite nice I must say. If you return home, you will find tickets waiting. The tickets shall be your limit of humans upon which you may hunt. Exceed those numbers, and you will be labeled hostile, and your entire family or coven destroyed. Remain here, and you will be furnished with synthetic blood, which holds all the nutrients and taste of human.” The woman smiled, her ruby-red lipstick showing bright against stark white teeth.

“We will return home, thank you,” the father replied.

“Very well, enjoy your trip! NEXT!”

As the couple made their way from the room, they couldn’t help but notice the only other person in the room; a man standing in a corner, almost drenched in shadows, wearing the suit that caused many of their kind to shiver and seek shelter. A Hunter, a Slayer.

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The next person in the line quickly rushed forwards not wanting to be left out of the registration, she stood about 5ft 7in her figure somewhat athletic and her crimson red hair flowing down her shoulders, she wore a black coat which covered her red lace top and her blue carbonized jeans.

The elderly woman looked the girl up and down before asking the typical question: "Name?" her voice not as kind as the girl had hoped, "R..Rose Lusion.." she said timidly, Rose wasn't the bravest of people but she had to do this for her and her lover, "A..And Ruby Su..Summers." she added. The elderly woman wrote both names in the book and Rose breathed a sigh of relief as the burning sensation was felt in her head, the sensation lasting merely a few seconds as she sighed and allowed the elderly woman to continue.

"Now then," She said the line must have been repeated so many times Rose wouldn't have known how to count them, "You can return home, or you may take refuge in the caves below us, which are quite nice I must admit." her eyes showing truth in them as she spoke, "If you decide to return home there will be tickets waiting, those tickets will be the number of humans you are allowed to hunt." The elderly woman explained like it was an everyday thing, "If you exceed the number you and your lover will both be deemed hostile, both of you will be destroyed possibly your whole coven." Rose flinched as she explained the destruction of her and Ruby if they didn't comply with the rules, "However, if you stay in the caves you will be given Synthetic Human Blood, Containing all the necessary nutrients and taste of human." the woman's ruby-red lipstick made Rose think about her lover's ruby red hair.

"We'll seek refuge here thank you." Rose smiled politely

"Very well please take the stairs to your right." the elderly woman smiled.

Rose froze the moment she saw the Slayer, A Hunter. "Rose?" Ruby enquired as she stood at the door waiting for her love, "Oh S..Sorry Ruby!" she panicked running to Ruby fear deep in her eyes.

"Next!" The elderly woman shouted as Rose left with Ruby.

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Vampires…. Trantor was ambivalent about this corp, the internally named, VRS group. A large cruiser had been floating, as representatives flew on a chopper, heading to the company. “Interesting…” the man said, his face looking at the cloud cover, as he asked her “Tell me, when was VRS a big power…” the man inquired the pilot, the rest of his team in states of sleep, from the long journey to the world.

“From a while back, when we were in the intervention period, sir,” the pilot, an android responded, “Our mission is to offer our services and weapons to the Hunters, as according to reports, they plan on eliminating excessive vampire based activity.”
“Ha,” the man said, his voice full of contempt “They really think they can do this, but this must be supported, they sent our cruiser out here…” He thought of the incident, his memories clear…

“Sir, we have borders… they hijacked the diplomatic vessel!” The cries of the intern were clear, “Why didn’t the cyborgs notice this!” the man shouted, as his console shorted out, and lights went into emergency mode, dimming the command area, “They infected them! Marines can’t handle this, we aren’t a warship, and the nearest ship is hours away…” The man pulled out a shotgun, saying, “Then we fight until they get here. Let’s move out!”

As he returned from the memory, the man shighed, looking for a pack of his stimulants. They were no where to be found. His stimulants were one of the few things that he could rely on, but they weren't in his jacket.. “Vampires…” he said, “Cursed dead….”

Estimated time of arrival is twenty minuets, sir,” the android said, “Anything else..” she said ,her sensors canning an increased tension. “Nothing else, just take us there,, these clouds are creeping me out…" The first chopper, and several other escorting craft flew in the air, the sound of the flying machine clear to anyone in a ship. If they looked closer, they would notice human sized flyers, flying alongside the chopper. The eternal pursuit of profit was never to be stopped, for that was the way of Trantor.

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#, as written by iOrphan
Kima stood at the line ready to sign up. Her long dark purple hair gentle flew withe brezze. As the woman said next ,Kima walked up and presented her self. My name is Kima Minent She looked around as the woman wrote down her name.Suddenly she felt something come over her and as the ink dried she went off knowing that if she stayed in one place she could never be happy.She took her blood tablets and left.

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#, as written by Jace
A hologram appears before the lady, as the book opens of its own accord.


Hima Minent. Registered Vampire, nomad. Given tags, will hunt when needed. Protector: Silvar.

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Jade slipped into the line as it progressed. His eyes were dark as he looked around at the others around him. His thirst was increasing steadily, but he was in control.

A few minutes past and he was next in line. He felt rather short in the line as he was only 5' (feet) tall. He heard the registrar call out,
"Next," and stepped forward replacing the person in front of him in line. He looked the registrar in the eyes as he told them his name, "Jade Montague. Son of Jax, my father, and Raven, my mother, both of the Montague family. I'm the last of the Montague family in existence. Is there anything else you need to know?" He noticed some characteristics about the registrar. She was an elderly woman.

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#, as written by Jace
The lady adds his name to the Book, then looks up, her kind face wrinkled with age and full of smiles.

"No, no dear, that is all. Now then,” the lady said. “You may return home, or you may take residence in the caves below, which are quite nice I must say. If you return home, you will find tickets waiting. The tickets shall be your limit of humans upon which you may hunt. Exceed those numbers, and you will be labeled hostile, and your destroyed. After you receive a warning or course. Remain here, and you will be furnished with synthetic blood, which holds all the nutrients and taste of human.”

"What do you choose?"

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The choppers arrived, the first ones hovering in a holding pattern near the Company’s main building. A message was sent, the contents simple. “This is Trantor. We request an audience, about the registration. We wish to enchance your work, and increase your hunter’s productivity.” The message was clear, as the choppers flew, their fuel supplies full for now. Hopefully someone would get the message, and allow them a landing area for the diplomatic and economic forces would arrive.

“Sir…” the pilot of the chopper said to their leader, “WE have a message from a Vampire front…”

“Patch it through, I need to know who opposes this.” The Message was clear and frank. “Freaking vampires..” he said, “What next, comparing themselves to religious minorities, freaking lifesuckers… but must…” the man stopped, adjusting his hat, “Wake up, and get ready to land you bums..” he barked, “We are going to be landing soon, so get ready, and prepare for possible terroristic activity. Get your backups in now, before they jam us…” He would be ready, oh yes..”

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Jade smiled kindly at the old lady revealing his glistening teeth, but not his fangs, as he said, "I'll return home. Thank you. I won't need your tickets though... I tend to not hunt nowadays, or feed for that matter. Again, thank you." He then turned and moved out of the line heading back home as he ignored the stares from some of the vampires that he knew were probably glaring at him for his fasting from blood. He felt rather awkward as he walked down the line past all of the vampires. Before he exited the building he did notice something out of his peripheral in the shadows that he thought was familiar in some way, but continued, not wanting to stick around and have to deal with the vampires that were here. He wondered about his thirst and thought to himself, 'If I ever get really out of control from thirst I can come here and accept their synthetic material. Hopefully it will satiate my thirst more than the sick animals would, and I won't have to worry about being in control of myself. I don't want to stay 'cause I have to watch over Himeko, but I can visit.'

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#, as written by Coragg0
a robed man walks up to the counter and says "I'm here to Register." before he is even asked what's your name he answers "Renlan Shari'fal, Werepyre." and he disappears with the needed items

A man walks up to the counter with a Silver dragon at his side "I need to register me and my wife." he says "Our names are Vlad Ardgall and *Yuri_fire*" he walks away with two sets of the needed items

a cloaked man walks up "I need to register three people." he says "Elijah Choiseul, Sierra and Acheron Choiseul." and he disappears with the required stuff

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#, as written by Horo
A small black crow flew in the skies over heard, it's beady golden orange eyes watching as his fellow kin line up for this 'registration', this sickened him so. "Fools, they dare call them selves vampires!?" a voice echoed from inside the crows tiny head, it the darkened clouds that were bloating out the sun, and it's natural black color made it next to impossible to see. "Those pigs will surely suffer for this, forcing my kin to gather at there door step like mere cattle, I will make sure that there deaths will be slow and agonizing as possible..." it said, it's voice filled with a ancient, indescribable rage, its small beady eyes now locking onto the chopper, as a chuckle followed by a roar of insane laughter began to echo threw the skies above. "Ahahahahahaha, you filthy swine shall pay for you're treachery! Send you're hunters, send you're soldiers, send you're assassins, send you're god!!! I shall slaughter them like the worthless dogs they are and lay there corpses upon you're door step!!!" the voice yelled, it to be heard by all bellow. "Now we shall see who is hunting who?" it mused as it flew away from the area and disappearing from sight, it leaving those words for all those of his kin to follow, if any true vampire was present they would get the picture...