Eraldor 2100 (JacobLoL and Firetail606)

[TwistedDreams]

@Firetail606


The year is 2100, technology has evolved amazingly allowing people to live longer, live healthier and do things much faster and with much less effort. Although only a fraction of the population gets this privilege while the vast majority of the overpopulated world live in slum like conditions, in a polluted and over surveillanced world.

Most people accept that there is nothing they can do about it and spend their lives saving the little money they earn so that hopefully their children will have a chance to live in "Eraldor", where the rich flourish and live in amazing comfort with not a care in the world.

But not everyone chooses to accept the unfair world in which we all live, an underground group known as "The Hand" or more commonly called "The Rebellion" choose to resist the governments demands and fight in the hopes of overthrowing the current corrupt government. The media, controlled by the government makes them out to be terrorists and extremely often crimes set by the government are blamed on The Hand (car bombings, homicides). Their main headquarters are rumored to be somewhere in the city of New Harpia (Formerly New York, pictured above and the location of the Rp) only minutes away from Eraldor where the rich live, oblivious to the outside world.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Cyrus walked quickly down the dark and narrow alley, the only light came from the neon signs of dingy bars and the faint blue lights coming from the countless apartment windows. New Harpia was built to pack as many people into a small space as possible. Even though it was nearly 1am the alley was reasonably crowded. There was no road, instead a river, probably 7 to 8 metres wide that ran though the alley with a narrow foot path on either side of the it and every hundred metres or so were also narrow bridges to cross from on side to the other.


Cyrus rolled up the long sleeve on of his coat, tapping on his forearm. When he did this a holographic screen that floated less than a centimeter from his skin appeared. It had a basic display of the current time, 12:56am. Cyrus picked up his pace and a few minutes later arrived outside a dingy looking bar with a bright holographic sign that read The Grim Bastards.


He kept his hood on over his head as he entered, not bothering to look around at anyone or even to where he was going. He could hear what


sounded like a talk show coming from the TV (Holographic) that was behind the bar.


"So, The Emperor returned from Russia today" A Man said


"Really?"


"Yeah, apparently to discuss matters of diplomacy" He said this in a slightly sarcastic way.


"Ha, We all know why he was really there" A Woman said


"Yep, that's right, Princess Alta is getting married to Prince Abram of Russia"


There was an excited squeal from the TV before Cyrus reached a back door with the words "staff only" engraved on it. He looked up at the bartender, a rather fat man with facial hair that almost blocked out his entire face, they made eye contact before Cyrus gave him a nod and opened the door to reveal a staircase that went steeply down as far as he could see.


It took about two minutes for Cyrus to reach the bottom. Now he stood at a large metal door. He extended his hand and knocked hard, He knocked in a specific sort of rhythm. The sound echoed up the staircase. After a few seconds the door was opened to reveal a large room full of about 40 people, fellow members of The Hand.


"Ah Cyrus" A Man, Methadis called out, walking towards him. Methadis was second in command for The New Harpia branch of The Hand.


"Methadis" Cyrus said smiling, Cyrus had a distinct accent, it was commonly heard in the slums of New Harpia. The two shook hands before walking over to a large rectangular table where the population of the room waas gathered.


"Your late" Rivea, the number 1 in command said.


"Sorry, damn patrol bots" He said shrugging.


She gave him a disapproving look before turning back to face the group.


"So, you all know why your here" She started "Today, Alex was going to be smuggled into Eraldor" She paused "But.. as some of you know, He was killed in a Cafe bombing on the east side"


Cyrus bit his lip, this had been in the planning for a year.


"And we only have two until our window closes, then it will be impossible for anyone of us to get in, So now, right here and now, we must decide who is best suited to take Alex's place"


An eruption of sound exploded around the table.


 
((I've written this sort of messily, sorry! My future posts will be alot cleaner!))

 

[Zotohxan]

"One... Two... Three... Four..." Allta counts in a whisper to herself. "-Seven... Eight..." This was her only chance of the night to sneak out and explore around Eraldor. "Nine... Ten... Eleven..." Now was the first guard shift of the night, and if she didn't make it out in a split ten second window, she'd be completely out of luck for getting out until tomorrow. And she'd already lost three days thanks to her Father dragging her off to Russia to meet her 'betrothed'... 'Little pompous ass... Why is it that all Royals seem to think themselves gods?' She thinks to herself, lifting the corner of her lip into a sneer.


"Seventeen... Eighteen... Nineteen... Twenty." And that's her cue. As the backs of two guards are to her, she holds her scarf tightly and runs as quickly as she can down the small ramp which opens only to invited guests, Guards, and the Royal family. 'Thank goodness they open it when they change shift!' She grins happily, reaching the grassy ground and quickly hiding behind one of the surrounding wall-like gate's protruding walls so that the guards couldn't look down to see her.


"Three... Two... One." She counts quietly one last time, and on her mark the ramp is pulled back up to make the surrounding wall appear solid without any means of entrance. "Yes." She silently fist pumps the air before taking off at a somewhat slow sprint, toward the main town where she could maybe make some more friends. She has a few with whom she'll occasionally meet, but no one who waits for her or who would miss her company. That's what she truly wanted, though.


As she enters the town and sees the towering buildings, well-lit streets, she gets a tingling feeling in her chest, right over her heart. Like something good was going to happen sometime soon. Or, perhaps that's just her body reacting to the wonderful sight of cotton candy? Which always has, and always will be, one of the most welcome sights in the world. Quickly she makes her way to the stand, digging in her pocket for enough money to buy one of the larger poofs of the synonymous-to-clouds treat. "One, please!" She asks the elderly woman running the stand, Emizla.


 
((Sorry if that's not really very good, I was afraid it'd just drag on if I went on with that particular scene...))

 

[TwistedDreams]

"I SHOULD GO B-"


"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE THE PLAN I-"


Cyrus could only make out parts of what people were yelling. He stared at the holographic map on the large rectangular table. It showed an extremely realistic map Eraldor and the plan to get in. Once a year, all the waste (rubbish, human waste) was released through the sewers which were usually heavily guarded except for the 5 minute window, in which Alex was supposed to run half a mile through a sea toxic waste that would be crashing down the sewer at high speeds.


"SILENCE" Rivea yelled. The voices lowered to a murmur.


"CYRUS SHOULD GO"


Cyrus jerked his head towards Methadis, the voice's origin.


"Are you kidding?" Rivea spat. Rivea had always had something against Cyrus.


"No, im not, Cyrus has done amazing work for us over the years and his only 17" Methadis paused, smiling at Cyrus


"His right Rivea" The man who's facial hair covered most of his face spoke. He infact was Roph, A founding member of The Hand and a highly respected member of The Hand.


The table looked at Roph and then turned to stair at Cyrus. Rivea gave a disapproving sigh "Cyrus?" She said, raising an eyebrow.


Cyrus stood there, his mind races. This was a dangerous mission he could get killed just trying to get into Eraldor even though he would be wearing a state of the art suit to protect him from the waste.


"Im the 3rd most wanted person in America" He said looking at Rivea.


"Thats only outside of Eraldor, Eraldor is cut off from the rest of the country, no one, not even The Emperor will know who you are" Methadis cut in.


Cyrus sighed, looking at Rivea, he knew he had to decide now. "Ill do it" He said.


"Okay, Cyrus is willing but we still have to vote" Rivea said quickly, they were on an extremely tight time schedule.


"All in favour" The entire table raised their hand. "Good, prep him" Rivea said.


There was a flurry of movement and noise as Cyrus was grabbed and rushed into the next room, he handed over his gun and knife was stripped of his clothes, putting on new clothes that were common for teenagers to wear in Eraldor. On top of this he quickly put on a black sort of exo suit that had green lines running all over it.


30 minutes later Cyrus was standing flat against a sewer wall. He could hear movement echoeing from up the sewer. He was approxiamtely 700 metres from Eraldor.


"Their about to release the waste, you've got one shot, good luck" Rivea spoke through his earpiece.


Sure enough Cyrus heard the voices of the armed guards Echoe down the sewer "Time to go, theyre releasing the waste in a minute".


Cyrus's heart started to race, what if he got blown back and killed by the force of the waste? what if he was captured before he could even get into Eraldor?


Then he heard it, the loud deafening sound of tonnes of liquid rushing down the sewer. Aa few seconds later the greenish brown liquid exploded past him, blinding Cyrus. As it took up almost the entire sewer.


Cyrus jumped from the side wall into the huge stream. He was blind, unable to see anything at all. All he knew was he had to run straight. He sprinted using every ounce of energy, the suit helped him, without it he would of been blown away and killed by the waste.


After what seemed like forever he suddenly appeared out of the explosion of greenish brown waste.


"You made it!" Rivea sounded excited. He was now standing on the edge of the sewer, just behind a huge pipe that the green waste was still exploding from. "Quickly deactivate your suit and climb up that ladder to your left"


"Deactivate" Cyrus said, the suit started to fold into it self until it was a tiny sort of box which Cyrus quickly threw into the stream of waste. He turned to his right and jumped onto the rickety metal ladder that led to the top of the sewer and to the surface of Eraldor.


He pushed off the manhole at the top, pulling himself up onto the street. He was just outside a large and beautiful park, across the road he could see that there were still some people on the streets, no one had noticed his arrival.


"Okay, Cyrus, Find a place to stay for the night, we'll contact you tomorrow with further instructions"


"Okay" Cyrus replied as he took the ear piece out of his ear.


Cyrus looked around in awe, Eraldor was truly beautiful to someone from New Harpia. He could see he was close to the Emperor's palace as it loomed over him. He quickly set off towards the town that he knew from the map was not to far outside of the palace.


((Wow, okay, posts should be shorter now that his in Eraldor! If you want you can see him enter the town ect. or whatever you thinks best!))

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta takes her cotton candy and walks toward a bench to sit and just look up at the stars. Emizla was one of the first people she'd ever met when she first started journeying into Eraldor, and one of her favorites. She always tried giving the younger girl a discount on whatever she happened to be selling on whatever given day, but Allta always refused and would pay full price anyway; it's not as though she couldn't afford it.


She giggles softly, looking to her left as she heard the sound of several kids jumping about the small bouncy house set up between a few vendors. Today was actually the start of the week-long street fair in Eraldor, meaning that for the next six days there would be more and more food stands, play-things, and street performers than there ever normally would be. It was always her favorite time of the year, as when she was younger it was the only time she could truly escape from her brother's torment. She takes in a subtle deep breath, repressing a shiver that threatened to shake her whole body at the thought of her brother's years-long mental abuse. Even still the older boy enjoyes watching his sister cringe or cry from the wretched words he spews, not caring to truly care for her.


Just as she's turning her head straight again to lean it back and stare up, a boy catches her attention. He almost looks lost, but at the same time as though he knows exactly where to go. This contradiction in his expression intrigues Allta, making her stand and walk up to the boy, "Excuse me." She says gently, almost nervous to speak to this person whom she'd never seen before. She makes sure her scarf is situated to frame her face, he'd have to look extremely close to recognize her... And since she hasn't been seen by the public in nearly five years, she can only hope he wouldn't recognize her anyway.

 

[TwistedDreams]

As Cyrus reached the town that lay in front of the large palace he realized he was now in a sort of town square filled with stalls and even a bouncy house where he could hear the excited voices of young children. The town square was quite busy as well even though it was almost 2 am. He looked around, it was probably best for him to get indoors quickly. "Excuse me" Cyrus span around as he heard the voice. It was a girl, probably about his age wearing a scarf that covered most of her face. "Hi" He said smiling. Suddenly a gust of wind blew the girls scarf revealing her face. Cyrus didnt recognize the girl as Princess Allta at all, maybe it was because in public she was usually wearing heavy makeup and surrounded by guards. She was actually quite attractive and without realizing it, Cyrus stopped thinking about his mission.

 

[Zotohxan]

As the gust of wind blew off Allta's scarf, she quickly gasps and pulls it back up, lowering her head a bit as she clings desperately to the thin fabric, "I-um.." She begins, afraid that perhaps the boy had recognized her... "I just wondered if you needed any help finding some place..?" She rushes out, her words jumping about one another as her heart races. Though, it wasn't just from the thought of possibly getting caught... 'That dude... Is freakin' hot...' She thinks to herself, feeling her cheeks heat up with a slight blush at the thought.


'I can't think like that... I have a betrothed. And no matter how much of a self-righteous bastard he is it isn't fair to think of another male like this...'

 

[TwistedDreams]

The girl seemed nervous, Cyrus didnt really think anything of her hurriedly pulling her scarf back up. "I- Why does someone so beautiful hide their face" He said shaking his head slightly, Yes, he was starting to turn on the charm. Though his heart was pounding, which was strange, he had talked to alot of girls without this happening. Oh no, what if she notices my accent Cyrus thought, his accent was quite distinct from people in Eraldor but even if she did notice it, she wouldnt know it was New Harpian.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta blushes a bit deeper as she bites her bottom lip in embarrassment, "I'm... I'm not... beautiful." She says in an honest tone. All her life her brother, especially, had made a point to tell her how disgusting she is, which is the reason why she would always wear so much makeup when going out into public. She noticed his accent, but didn't really think much about it. She thought that maybe he was once from New Harpia, but then became more successful and moved up to Eraldor. She takes a subtle deep breath, then glances up through her eyelashes at the boy, "So.. What's your name..?" She asks softly. Normally she wouldn't try introducing herself this early on from knowing someone, but this boy... He seems different, for some reason.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Cyrus noticed her blush and bite her lip. He smiled in an interested sort of way, because well, he was interested in her, she was different to other girls even ones in Eraldor, well Cyrus guessed, he had only been there for less than 5 minutes. He opened his mouth to respond to the girl before she asked him his name. He almost said Cyrus but caught himself "Derek" He said extending his hand. He remembered watching an old movie from over a decade ago, 1997 where the main character was named Derek.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta smiles, reaching out to meet Derek's halfway. "I'm Yvaine." She had remembered a movie from the year 2007, one that she absolutely adored. The main female character was named Yvaine, so that's the name she's always used when introducing herself to people when she goes out at night. "So may I ask, Derek.. Can I help you find someplace? I'm sorry if that sounds offensive, or if I'm overstepping my boundaries considering we've only just met, but you seemed a bit lost when you walked in."

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Uh, well, I just moved here yesterday with my parents from New Harpia" He said, he didnt like lying but his accent was very noticeable so he may as well tell some truth. "So im just looking-"


"COME SEE THE CARNIVAL, AMAZING RIDES, FUN GAMES!" Cyrus looked over to see a man wearing a clown costume jumping around and yelling, pointing towards a giant Ferris wheel a few blocks away. How hadnt he seen that before? He loved Carnivals, well from what he had heard and seen about them, he had never actually been to one himself.


"Wanna go?" He asked Yvaine.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta smiles softly as she nods, "Yeah, it'll be fun..!" Without much in the way of thinking, she reaches out and grabs his hand softly before dragging him along behind her toward the ferris wheel. "I've.. Never actually been on one of these." She admits sheepishly, looking up into Derek's eyes while her own blue/grey ones reveal a bit of fear. "Will it be scary? That high up, I mean?" Her gaze shifts from the boy to the top of the wheel, seemingly up in the clouds though she knows better than to think it's quite that far.

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Neither have i" He said truthfully as they walked quickly towards the carnival holding hands. "It shouldnt be scary though, it'll be fun" He said as they increased to a jog. As they got closer Cyrus saw that the ferris wheel was probably the only thing older than 10 years, everything else was bright and holographic which was what he was used too.

 

[Zotohxan]

As they get closer, Allta's smile grows. "I can't wait for this.." She says honestly, getting in the back of the line which isn't terribly long, but still a bit longer than one would think for past 2 in the morning. "So.. If you just moved here I should probably tell you about this. Every year we have this carnival for one week. Today was the first day, so we've got six more before it practically just disappears. It's incredibly fun, and everyone is super friendly. Some of the merchants will actually let you get stuff cheaper than they're selling it for." She adds the last bit with a soft giggle as she thinks of the male merchants, especially the younger ones around her age, trying to flirt with her over the past couple years. "It's quite sweet, actually."

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Yeah, thats cool" He said looking around at the carnival games,a lot were virtual shooter games, throwing something at a target, that sort of stuff. He was good at those games too as he had alot of experience in shooting and he was actually quite strong too. As the Ferris wheel came to a stop, the line moved up, each paying the old man standing at the gate to let people through. Cyrus rolled up his sleeve, tapping his forearm, holograpghically the money transferred to the old man (there are numerous forms of money, including cash ect.) , it wasnt much and The Hand had for some reason given him a huge amount of money for the mission. Unbeknownst to Cyrus, as he rolled up his sleeve a small portion of his "The Hand" tattoo showed, it consisted of a series of blades with a hand in the middle (only the blades were visible). Even so, it would be near impossible for someone in Eraldor to recognize it.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta's eyes widen in curiosity as she sees the blades, "Oh, you have a tattoo?" She asks with a smile as she steps into the cart, her eyes not leaving his tattoo. She'd always wanted one, but it'd be far too dangerous to get it unless it were somewhere unseen by the public. But even then, her mother would likely murder her because, "Tattoos, piercings, and blemishes would make anyone in any royal family look like a street urchin! Anyone who would dare get one... You stay away from them, they'll only bring trouble!"


She scrunches up her nose at remembering her mother's words. There's absolutely nothing wrong with tattoos... In fact, they're wonderful! Maybe she'd get one tonight? To celebrate meeting Derek. Why she felt like it were an occasion necessarily needing celebration she wasn't sure, but.. She still wanted to.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Cyrus felt a chill go throughout his body at the mention of his tattoo "Uh yeah, i do" He said trying to sound casual. The two moved up until the ferris wheel stopped for them, He let her in first before moving after her. Maybe he should just get out of there now? He had just had a close call. But he liked her alot. This wasnt part of the mission. The two sides battled in his head as the ferris wheel moved up.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta smiles, "That's so cool... I've always wanted a tattoo." She admits with a sigh. By the time she looks at where they are, they're already half way up the wheel's circulation. Her eyes go wide as she quickly wraps both her arms around Derek's, swallowing hard in fear, "This... Is already high.." She says, fear evident within her slightly shaking voice. She didn't want to seem weak, or like a scardy-cat or anything, but she really didn't like heights.

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Come on, its not that bad" Cyrus replied smiling as he turned his head to face her. Since she had her arms around him there wasnt much space between their heads which was a little awkward. He turned away to look at the skyline, he could see Eraldor and he could also see the edge of it, from the inside you couldnt see any armed guards or robots, it just seemed to keep going, was this some sort of illusion?

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta takes in a couple deep breaths before looking up at Derek, pouting, "Don't tell me it's not that bad when I'm sitting here shaking, clinging desperately to the arm of a stranger... It is that bad." She says in an almost whining voice. Normally she isn't so clingy or childish, but right now all she could imagine was falling from this height... She'd die...


As they reach the top and their cart stops moving, she lets out a small "eep" of fear, holding herself a bit closer to Derek with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Make the cart... Stop moving.." She begs, referring to how the cart rocks back and forth gently from the mechanics stopping them there.

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Okay.. maybe it is" He said laughing a little. Then he did something crazy as she asked him to make the cart stop moving. He stood up, grabbed one of the bars above him, pulling himself off the cart. It was dangerous, but Cyrus was quite confident and experienced. He moved to the next bar where the hinges of the cart was, tightening both of them quickly with his hands, it was hard work but he did it and it didnt take him very long. He quickly slid back into the cart where it didnt rock "There, stopped" He said grinning. He could hear some gasps from the cart behind them, but besides that no one seemed to notice. He guessed that people didnt do that in Eraldor.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta's eyes are as wide as if she'd just seen an elephant standing atop a holographic television twirling like a ballerina while yodelling. "What.. You idiot!" She shouts, slapping his arm, "You could've died! What would I have done if you died, huh!? I would've been all alone up here! And your family would be all alone! You can't do things like that!" She say, continuously slapping his arm and chest lightly. Though, even if she had used all her strength it wouldn't have been nearly enough to hurt anyone. Tears come to her eyes as she stops hitting him and looks up into his eyes, "Thank you for making it stop.. But don't risk yourself like that.. It's stupid, and reckless, and... And... Geez..! Derek, people don't just climb out of things meters upon meters up in the sky! People die when they do that! Gaah, you're so lucky!"


I blush slightly as I realize how weird and clingy I'm coming off as, before clearing my throat and turning away a bit, "S-Sorry.." I apologize sheepishly, "I guess.. I just don't like heights... It's making me sorta crazy..."

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Geez! Im fine" He said laughing a little more. "It's fine, we'll get off" He said smiling and as their cart stopped at the bottom he took her hand, leading her off the ferris wheel and back into the carnival. "Hmm, what should we do now?" He asked looking around at all the games. Maybe he shouldnt of climbed up on that ferris wheel, Yvaine did seem to get a little upset from it.

 

[Zotohxan]

Allta lets out a sigh of relief the moment they get off the Ferris wheel. She had to admit that it wasn't quite as scary as she'd imagined it to be... At least, until Derek decided to climb off the ride... Idiot..


She shakes herself from these thoughts as he asks, "Hmm, what should we do now?" She smiles as she sees the holographic dart throwing, "Want to throw some darts?" She asks softly. She'd always had an amazing aim, shocking everyone since she's a girl... A Princess, none the less, who was thought to be ditzy yet too serious to do anything fun. "I have a great aim!"