ArmedBlue
Previously Manu456Alola
A new world born of a wish and converging universes.
Landmasses and continents of various formations, shapes, and sizes came with the new territory, with factions of many backgrounds and goals staking their claims throughout. The gaps between each area were just as diverse – miniature oceans, sprawling jungles, mountainous valleys. But in the spaces betwixt, beyond, high above the sky, and deep beneath the earth, darkness lurked. Something unknowable outside these charted areas, destroying anything that dared venture too far from the lands.
Toward the center of this new world, at the edge of the neighboring continents, sat a small island adorned with tropical beaches, and a stretching mountain. Atop it, an angelic metallic structure, shining with golden and white colors, akin to a large clock, a massive contraption. At its very core was the origin of this world, an unparalleled source of power. The Nexus.
Whatever the goals of these factions were, the promise of attaining this fascinating power proved undeniably enticing. A way to be in control, establish supremacy.
And one such faction established itself in one of this new world's many islands...
Cloud-blotted sunlight shone down on a sprawling city torn by decay and conflict. The slums stretched out through much of the landmass, a grey sea of disrepair wherever one looked – raging fires, abandoned buildings, massive piles of rubble, withered flora. At a glance, the inhabitants of this area seemed to be gone or in hiding, but whatever the case, it was a large yet desolate settlement.
Yet the northeastern section of the land held a much different view: a massive, sturdy off-white wall that towered over the surrounding ruins, well over two hundred feet in height. Large supply pipes of some sort appeared to run along the circular wall, slipping through gaps at the top of the structure to fuel a dense, pristine city within, gleaming with bright lights, neon signs, and lofty structures. It was teeming with life, seemingly quite prosperous. And at the city's center? A building even grander than the others around it, a peculiar logo emblazoned on its side, as did some of the nearby structures.
The emblem of the Sumeragi Institute for the Promotion of Human Evolution.
A divide was clear as day. A city fallen to ruin clashing with a bustling metropolis. Worn-down, aged communities obstructing the growth of a new age of peace and unity. Or was it the other way around? And what of this institute's goals?
In a hellish townscape, those few who live on in the face of despair still wish for a bright tomorrow, clinging to hope...
Landmasses and continents of various formations, shapes, and sizes came with the new territory, with factions of many backgrounds and goals staking their claims throughout. The gaps between each area were just as diverse – miniature oceans, sprawling jungles, mountainous valleys. But in the spaces betwixt, beyond, high above the sky, and deep beneath the earth, darkness lurked. Something unknowable outside these charted areas, destroying anything that dared venture too far from the lands.
Toward the center of this new world, at the edge of the neighboring continents, sat a small island adorned with tropical beaches, and a stretching mountain. Atop it, an angelic metallic structure, shining with golden and white colors, akin to a large clock, a massive contraption. At its very core was the origin of this world, an unparalleled source of power. The Nexus.
Whatever the goals of these factions were, the promise of attaining this fascinating power proved undeniably enticing. A way to be in control, establish supremacy.
And one such faction established itself in one of this new world's many islands...
Cloud-blotted sunlight shone down on a sprawling city torn by decay and conflict. The slums stretched out through much of the landmass, a grey sea of disrepair wherever one looked – raging fires, abandoned buildings, massive piles of rubble, withered flora. At a glance, the inhabitants of this area seemed to be gone or in hiding, but whatever the case, it was a large yet desolate settlement.
Yet the northeastern section of the land held a much different view: a massive, sturdy off-white wall that towered over the surrounding ruins, well over two hundred feet in height. Large supply pipes of some sort appeared to run along the circular wall, slipping through gaps at the top of the structure to fuel a dense, pristine city within, gleaming with bright lights, neon signs, and lofty structures. It was teeming with life, seemingly quite prosperous. And at the city's center? A building even grander than the others around it, a peculiar logo emblazoned on its side, as did some of the nearby structures.
The emblem of the Sumeragi Institute for the Promotion of Human Evolution.
A divide was clear as day. A city fallen to ruin clashing with a bustling metropolis. Worn-down, aged communities obstructing the growth of a new age of peace and unity. Or was it the other way around? And what of this institute's goals?
In a hellish townscape, those few who live on in the face of despair still wish for a bright tomorrow, clinging to hope...
---The Sumeragi Campaign---
MISSION: AWAKENING
Oppression and uncertainty spreading in waves
Nine souls beat back the distorted light
As the one beneath the mask watches closely
Oppression and uncertainty spreading in waves
Nine souls beat back the distorted light
As the one beneath the mask watches closely
Two flashes of light atop a ruined four-story building, bringing forth two individuals. The first, a teenage boy with blonde hair, a black blindfold over his eyes. The second, a pure white wolf, her celestial nature hidden to the human beside her.
Enter: TERRENCE BOOM, AMATERASU
The first sight of this world to these new faces was an unoccupied top floor. Its structure was clearly heavily deteriorated – large holes in the concrete walls were the most immediately apparent aspect of this, providing glimpses into nearby buildings in a similar state, while nearly the entire roof above them was missing, exposing a cloudy sky above. The interior of this top floor seemed to be the remains of an office space, with charred papers, aged desks, and chairs strewn about. Regardless of the cause of this, it was apparent no one had been here in quite some time.
Nothing or no one appeared to greet them immediately, although the noise of vehicles of some sort came from the streets below, and a commotion echoed up from the bottom floors of this structure. Perhaps it was best to address each other first, or as well as a human and a wolf could. Though if one were to take a look outside, it'd seem something – or someone, was falling down from the sky nearby them.
...
The ground was fast approaching, the lights from a faraway megacity fading into the distance. Two blurs of green and red, albeit the same person at heart.
ENTER: BOBOIBOY – THORN & BLAZE
Compared to the glimpse they'd managed to catch of that futuristic utopia, the city they were falling into looked like it was in quite the sorry state. Structures falling at the seams and fires raging about, clearly in chaos and disrepair. A series of hovering vehicles rushed through the streets below, zipping this way and that – though heading straight to them likely wasn't a priority, as they had a fall to take care of first.
One of the taller nearby buildings came into view, brief flashes of light coming from within. While not exactly ideal, the gaps toward the top of the structure made it a decently appealing landing spot, even if there was still the issue of figuring out how to do so. There wasn't much time left, that much was certain.
One of the taller nearby buildings came into view, brief flashes of light coming from within. While not exactly ideal, the gaps toward the top of the structure made it a decently appealing landing spot, even if there was still the issue of figuring out how to do so. There wasn't much time left, that much was certain.
Three flashes of light a ways underground, summoning three individuals. Two teenage girls, one with dark brown hair and slanted eyes, the other blond with blonde hair and light blue eyes. The third figure was a slightly jaded adult man, his eyes topaz in color and attire mostly black.
ENTER: FRISK DREEMURR, TRACY RINEHART, TERRY HAGEN
The environment around them was fairly dim. A few white lights flickered overhead, providing some visibility – rusted steel floors and pillars were all around them, with a drop off about a dozen feet to their right, tracks running along the ground a few feet below. A little further ahead of them, a small non-functional rotary turnstile, and a staircase just beyond it. This seemed to be a subway station, though judging by its condition, it had certainly not seen some use in a long time.
Not much else stood out in terms of visuals. The sound of droplets falling from the ceiling at regular intervals could be heard, and muffled footsteps and voices came from the floor above. There was no telling exactly who was up there just yet – but seeing as this place was quite unfamiliar, it was probably best to address each other first and figure out what to do next.
Not much else stood out in terms of visuals. The sound of droplets falling from the ceiling at regular intervals could be heard, and muffled footsteps and voices came from the floor above. There was no telling exactly who was up there just yet – but seeing as this place was quite unfamiliar, it was probably best to address each other first and figure out what to do next.
Two flashes of light in a long and wide grey hallway. One light formed into a circular flaming portal, a young woman in a police-like uniform speeding through in a motorcycle, quickly reducing her speed. The other flash of light, a safe distance from the vehicle, dropped out a brown-haired human mainly dressed in green, a self-made hat adorned with a feather atop their head.
ENTER: AKIRA HOWARD, KIWI
As the screeching of the bike tires faded, they took in the new environment. The decaying walls around them, once white, had faded into a duller grey, dust gathered along every surface. Chairs, signs, posters, and stretchers lay about in a mess, some missing a few parts or ripped into pieces entirely. A few windows and holes in the walls revealed several rooms along the hallway – inside each was a bed and some damaged equipment. Malfunctioning lights flickered above, with some red crosses painted into the ruined scenery all around them. This was the remains of a hospital, from the looks of it. While the source of all the damage wasn't immediately apparent, the greater damage toward the opposite end of the hallway, revealing a ground floor below, left it more likely that it had been some sort of attack.
For now, no other new faces appeared before them – although there was the sound of vehicles and sirens in the distance. It was probably best to address each other first, figure out where to go from here.
...
Even after fleeing into these worn-down slums, they were still chasing after him. These soldiers were relentless, no doubt about that. A smear of red moved through the streets, three hovering vehicles chasing after the humanoid robot.
For now, no other new faces appeared before them – although there was the sound of vehicles and sirens in the distance. It was probably best to address each other first, figure out where to go from here.
...
Even after fleeing into these worn-down slums, they were still chasing after him. These soldiers were relentless, no doubt about that. A smear of red moved through the streets, three hovering vehicles chasing after the humanoid robot.
ENTER: V2
Simply outrunning these soldiers didn't seem to do the trick, and as long as they had him out in the open, it'd be harder to deal with these fast-moving targets. A better option could be a narrow alley, an enclosed building, something cramped to prevent the use of their vehicles – the sound of their plasma weapons gearing up again meant it was time to act.
They were fast approaching the ruins of a hospital, a large red cross buried halfway into the earth beside the entrance, which had mostly been blown wide open. Not only could that serve as a way to turn the tide, but there was the potential of finding some blood to refuel.
They were fast approaching the ruins of a hospital, a large red cross buried halfway into the earth beside the entrance, which had mostly been blown wide open. Not only could that serve as a way to turn the tide, but there was the potential of finding some blood to refuel.
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