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[Closed] Poisoned Utopia| Time: Evening| Weather: Cloudy
Ayara012:
The boy grinned at me. He seemed to do that a lot.
Awesome!
I turned and left as the boy started to speak again. No need to stick around while he chattered. I looked around for a moment to orient myself, then headed off, moving at a brisk pace. No reason to waste time, but we weren't in a rush, so I didn't plan to use my wings. I normally prefer to keep my power hidden. It was only out of necessity that I had revealed it to the human boy.
I glanced around. It would probably be easier to travel over the tops of these walls... I quickly climbed up, and began moving along the wall-I could see farther from up here, and there was less rubble to maneuver around. In the distance, I could see the shelter where I had stored my rucksack. It was a bit off, but I was closing fast. I looked around me as I walked, at the burned and ruined buildings, the torn ground, the lack of anything other than rubble. No matter where you went in the underland, you were always surrounded by this desolation. It makes me curious, how that boy still stays so...cheerful. It even comes across as slightly naive. He always grinning like that...Many people in the underlands would take you for a fool if they saw you running around whistling, playing with a yoyo, grinning like a child... It seems to almost mock the land that surrounds us.
I tipped my head back, looking up at the floating behemoth hanging over me. The place where only lose who were rich, or born into the proper family, or "perfect" were allowed...
Sister always used to dream of going to Utopia... We would gaze up at it, and dream of the city of silver and gold...
I tipped my head back down, looking at the land in front of me again.
Ha. Like the corrupt people, no, things! Living up there would ever have let two orphans in. To them, the underland, and those who come from it, are worse than the scum on the bottom of their shoes. They don't care about the people. They just live their lives in total bliss-all they care about is keeping their precious city out of the hands of those who they float above.
I sneered as I said this. But there was no more time for such thoughts- I was back at the shelter, and needed to retrieve my things. I walked inside-careful to stay away from the unstable walls-and over to where my Rucksack lay. As I neared it, I noticed a small scrap of white on top-
What could that be? It's not from anything nearby, certainly...But if someone had seen my things, they would've stolen them...
I reached my bag, and gently lifted the white object off of it-
A letter...? Who could it be from? I don't have anyone who would want to send me a letter...
I checked the letter quickly-it was too small for anything dangerous to be hidden it. I carefully slit the top.
"You are hereby invited to join the rebels in our cause to obtain Utopia for all intelligent beings. Head to the Collapsed pass in the Far east of the underlands, and look for the orange symbol engraved on the wall. A man will greet you, present this letter, and you will be allowed entrance. "
The rebels... I've heard of them. They aim to take back Utopia for those who deserve it, and not the corrupt ones who live high above our heads...
I slowly folded the letter back up and slid it into my rucksack pouch before slinging my rucksack over my shoulder.
I think I shall go and visit these rebels... If I like what I see, perhaps I shall lend a hand...
I turned and left the shelter, climbing back on to the wall, and heading back to the boys house.
*a few minutes later*
I came up on the boys house, and walked up to the doorway.
I've retrieved my rucksack. Are you finished packing?
Desbear:
Solomon and Leeta are walking towards where they assume the pass is when they here someone yell for help.(darkstar) They look around till they see a boy on a fire hound being chased by a group of monsters.
I guess we should go help.
Um... I think I'll just go on ahead and see if this is the way.
Let me guess, its cause there is a dog..
No.. I'm just gonna go scout a bit!
Go on..
Solomon runs off towards the group of monsters as Leeta stays and watches.A few minutes later Solomon catches up to them.
Yo, Fire hound and Other guy, You just gonna run or you gonna take down these monsters? Cause I'll help with the second one.
Solomon does a sorta ninja-like move(failing) and grabs a piece of metal from the ground. He turns it into a Small dagger and throws it at the eye thingy (it seemed like a good target), landing on the ground near the floating eye thingy. It turns around, and suddenly the grenchler turns around from chasing The kid and the fire hound, and starts running at Solomon.
OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
Bing:
--- Quote from: Cortex J. on January 30, 2012, 10:35:20 PM ---The floor opened up a few feet in front of Cyrus, and the leader of the Rebels, Grandpa Wrench, rose up on a platform. He stood on his cane, and began to analyze the man sitting in front of him.
Before you say or try anything, I just wanted to let you know a few things. We placed an inhibitor color on you. You can no longer use your powers while it is on, and the only key is in my possession. The other thing is we seized your weapon and armor to minimize any threat you may pose. What I want to know is, why did a paladin decide to steal an exclusive invitation, and travel here all alone? I can see and hear all, "ex-paladin". I heard the lies before, and I am not about to trust someone who murders.
Wrench tapped his cane on the ground, and a chair came up behind him. He took a seat, and it activated, forming a barrier around him. He was an old looking robot, but the way he talked showed that he had the heart, or rather, the mind of a human. Despite his appearance, he can manipulate machinery in a way that he can become the greatest weapon on earth, but he rather stay on peaceful methods.
--- End quote ---
Smiling, Cyrus made eye contact with the strange robot and began speaking.
"Well it's quite simple. Your potential rebel got an upgrade. I overheard him yelling about finally being invited. After a friendly conversation, he handed me the letter. He told me I'd be better suited to help out the cause... Now I know it's strange. Why was I wearing Paladin armor? This answer is also simple. I had dedicated my life to serving them. It wasn't until recently that I had a change of heart. I've recently discovered that I'm a failed experiment. A failed weapon. Because of this they decided to have me killed. While I was escaping they killed the one person I'd ever cared for. My fake mother. My real parents were apparently rebels, who died in a Paladin attack. Taking all of this into stock. I came up with a new idea. I'd join the rebellion and strike back at the ones who destroyed my life..."
Cyrus then paused a second, trying to hide the blood-lust in his thoughts.
"I would like to join you, in your fight against Utopia. I would like nothing more than to see the ignorant inhabitants and their leaders freeze to death. Oh and I'd like my armor back. I'm quite fond of it. It's protective and it moves well. Also, I'd like to be wearing it when I kill every Paladin in existence. I think it holds a nice irony, don't you? And as for the pistol, while I hardly use it. I have grown attached."
Cyrus stared at the strange robot awaiting a reply.
Tickles:
The leader tapped his cane again, and a few flying robots came into the room. They were about the size of an fly, and if anyone didn't know better, they would assume it to be one.
You lie! I seen everything thanks to my little inventions. If you don't believe me, then maybe you need to see this.
His camera looking eye turned bright, and out popped a hologram screen, showing everything that happened, including the freezing ice, and the murder. Every last detail of this event was recorded. Once the imaging was finished, the screen disappeared.
Did you really think you can smooth talk your way out of this? I can alos see in your eyes, you want to dismantle me, and spill the blood of my comrades.
With another tap with his cane, the collar activated, releasing a non-lethal, but effective shock, meant to cause muscles in the body to tense up.
You forgot about this collar didn't you. I have many uses for it, and one is to be sure my people are safe from people like you. Get this in your mind. We don't kill unless necessary, and revenge is not necessary. We will not return your armor. And about your gun, until we decide what to do with you, it will be locked away. And if you want to know where...
His chest compartment opened up, and the gun was being held inside.
You can try and pry it from my infinium metal chassis. A metal I alchemized to be unbreakable.
He tapped his cane and the collar stopped its electrical surge. He then went with the chair through the floor.
Keep our guest fed, he may be evil, but he is still a living being.
One of the rebels came in and placed a tray of food by the door, then left, locking the room.
Bing:
"Ha ha ha. Electro shock. You rebels are really light on the torture end of things huh?
Standing up, I stretched out my body. I picked up the tray of food and started eating- Hell, why waste food, even terrible food.
After eating I decided to take a nap. I needed some rest. I figured that without my powers, I could easily overpower a lowly guard if I had to. That strange old robot, I wasn't so sure of.
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