AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Squick replies with a shrug. "Mommy says I'm six cycles old, so it must be true."

The curiosity of the surrounding crowd began to wane, and the tower residents starts to disperse and continue with their daily business.

Zephiur got up, groaning from the force of his fall, and shook his limbs out to make sure they were working properly. He picked up his black hat from a ways away and dusted off his black duster coat. After making sure his pistols were in place, he cracked his neck both ways and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, finger rubbing over his dark red mustache, which was connected to a pair trim mutton chops. He looked around, searching for a way to go, but the windows only showed darkness, save for one floating circle of sand. "Guess that's my target." he said to himself, voice low and rough from the dry desert air he was accustomed to, accompanied with a bit of a drawl. He walked to the edge of the steel platform he was dumped on, the iron on the bottom of his boots and around his toes and heel clanking slightly, the sound echoing throughout the tower. Zephiur knelt and squinted into the darkness, then raised his right arm, the mechanical one whose sleeve was ripped off, and closed his fist, channeling the Reactor inside the construct. As he opened his fist, a flame burst into life from his palm, illuminating the darkness below. As luck would have it, there were several stairs leading downward in a spiral direction within jumping distance. Zephiur stood up, keeping his hand open, and backpedaled a little bit before dashing forward and leaping across to the staircase.

The darkness below ended with a jumble of flickering lights, this was the center of the rock, the center of this shanty town, and the part of town where gravity is all wonky. Up above is where some important people of the town lived. The top of this tower is an observational dome, but nowadays it's mostl used as a Lover's point.

Up above a yellow, quadrupedal figure watched Zephier make his leap from platform to stairwell, a faint multi-colored glow showing through the dark and around her feet.

Zephiur started heading down the stairs, hand-fire held at his side, and looked around. Eventually, his eyes set on the mysterious glowing woman. He clenched his fist, extinguishing the fire, and tipped his hat a little. "Howdy." he offers, trying to be friendly.

The figure offered a wave back before shooting her attention to a sound of clattering metal above them both. Before another word could be said, the figure made her way from platform to platform, quickly ascending towards the mysterious sound, the colored glows leaving impressive streaks of light behind her as she lept. Three yellow feathers floated down the tower before the figure slipped out of view.

Name :Marcus Lizans (and his pal Geo Hermal)
Age :20 (13)
Place of origin : Terras (world), Arnis (country)
Moral Alignment :chaotic neutral (Geo:lawful good)
Description: Marcus is 6' with white skin a long sleeve shirt and baggy tan pants (Geo is about 4' 9" with tan skin, short black hair and green eyes. he wears a loose dirtied white t-shirt and baggy tan pants)
Personality: Marcus is extremely silly around Geo and will happily help with anyone's problems. Marcus is also extremely protective of Geo as well, usually taking someone head on if Geo becomes hurt.
Biography : Marcus was born in Arnis, the mining city in Terras. He always hated the city due to its dictatorship. He, like all children had to work in mines. Due to his special powers he was invaluable to the mining operation in the city. Marcus lost his parents after quitting and ignoring the threats towards him and his family. Having nothing left he went back to the mines and started working. After working for about 5 years he met Geo and his whole life became brightened.
Powers:Can create, destroy, move and control fire
Where you landed : Rock of clocks

Name (given at birth or otherwise) : Alec deTeble
Age: Approx 25
Place of origin: World: Thul- City: Teble
Moral Alignment: Lawful Good
Biography :
Born the youngest of three in Teble, in the year 5305. When he was 12 he went to one of the trade schools in the capital city of Willowset, and learned in the art of alchemy. His older brother became a Knight, and his sister became a Witch Hunter. Alec graduated at the age of 19, and joined the Clergy of the Goddess of Life, Demni. He became a doctor, and healed the sick and ailing in the various towns of Willowset until the year 5329, when plagues broke out across the country side. He was one of the many plague doctors trying to keep the disease under control in his home town. After an entire year, the priests lost hope of ever curing the deadly disease, and the plague doctor's job became more of a quarantine patrol, and clean up crew. Alec was given a sword and instructed to not let anyone leave the city at all costs. He was mortified at the implication, but kept his post, until one day a feverish man tried to escape. Alec had no choice but to strike the man down, despite it being against everything he had ever stood for. The town was eventually lost, Alec being one of the last survivors of his home town. His siblings are most likely still alive, but that's not really relevant.
Alec is a very capable alchemist, and attempts to find non-violent ways to solve problems. He is useful for creating several healing potions, and weaponizing chemical concoctions to pacify enemies without doing any real harm.
Robes and mask makes him harder to poison or catch diseases.
Where you landed: The Red

Two figures fell to the ground with a thud. One was a man, the other was barely a teenager.
"Augh...." Marcus stood up off the ground and felt his body ache. The room was pitch black. "Ouch....Hey Geo? You here?"
The boy stood up up and brushed off some dust."Yeah. I'm just sore from the fall."
"These mines will kill us some day, I know it." Marcus lit up a flame in his hand. "What the? This isn't the mine." The walls were smooth and there wasn't a ceiling to the. Marcus looked up to see a couple of lights. "How are we going to get up there?" He thought. The walls were too smooth to climb. He looked at Geo "You have any ideas?"
Geo just shrugged and said: "Call for help?"
Marcus sighed. "I suppose that's the only option." They both started shouting upwards hoping someone would hear.

Zephiur looked up at the clattering and re-ignited the fire in his hand. he focused the Reactor again, only this time towards his feet and through his boots; the metal plating served as a jet assembly for high jumps or quick movement. He ducked a bit and launched off the stairs, rocketing upward for a few seconds before flipping forward to ease his momentum and landing with a metallic clang on the steel platform he was on before. He raised the firelight and looked up, and could barely make out the glowing figure. He noticed how there were other steel platforms bolted on as if in a rush, and they ascended in a spiral direction. To those with the go-get, these platforms would be a faster way up than taking the stairs. He got a running start and rocket-leaped up onto the next platform as well, and did so in succession until an outside force decided to intervene.

Alec's portal ride dropped him off in front of a lake, which looked more like a pool of blood then it did a lake. Everything around him seemed like some greater being just finished using the forest as his Band-Aide.

Faintly, the echos of tribal drums, religious chants, and military marches floated through the trees. Even a skilled adventurer would have trouble determining which rhythmic sound was where. This became more obvious when several animal calls and insect chirps rang out, signifying others of the new arrival to their strange home.

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As one might be able to guess, the boys had fallen into the up-side down clock tower. It used to be used as an observatory, like it's up-right brother, until it mysteriously fell apart and the various, and large pieces to it's telescope floated up and into the gravitational vortex in the center of the rock. As of right now, there are no windows around for the boys to look through.
Now, many citizens of this town abandoned this part of the rock because of the damage the telescope bits caused to their homes and places of business. On any normal day, nobody would be around to hear the young lads call for assistance.

Today, however, was far from a normal day, as a slender figure peeked out above the boys, white eyes looking down at the both, "How in the worlds did you two end up down there?" It asked curiously in a sweet, obviously female, voice.

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As Zephiur climbed the tower, as did the figure, not chasing the source of the noise anymore. The figure's gaze was fixed upon a rope ladder leading up into one of the larger, shanty buildings in the tower. The figure landed on a roof below and sprang upwards, into the hole, bypassing the ladder altogether. More feathers followed in her wake.

Marcus piped up first, "Er....we actually don't know how we got here." The figure gave a quizzical expression.
Geo spoke up, "It's true! Before we got here we were working in a mine and the floor collapsed under us. We- or at least I assumed we fell into a underground cave."

The figure cooed in curiosity, "A mine. You mean one of those places where people go into the planet an bring back shiny rocks 'n stuff?" Before she could get an answer, the metal barricade below the boys began to groan, "Nevermind that now, you two can't stay down there for too long," she said, lowering a tentecle-like arm down towards the two lads, "Grab on. I'll pull you out of there."

They looked at the at the arm with an unnerved expression. The floor started groaning again and they decided it would be best to do as the figure said. Both of them reluctantly grabbed the tentacle and the figure started pulling them up.

Alec readjusted his mask, so the eye holes lined up with his eyes. Demni have mercy on my soul. This must be Hell. Alec surveyed his surroundings, the red environment was too much to take in all at once. He couldn't tell the difference between the water and the dirt. It took him a few moments to realize that there was some foliage nearby. Ordinarily a new species of plan would excite the alchemist, but he was already occupied with other thoughts. My soul is forfeit. My goddess has abandoned me. He placed his hands on his mask and started to panic. He paced around trying to decide what to do. I'm being tortured by this red world for the blood I've shed. Oh Demni, Mother of Life please have mercy for my grave transgressions towards your son.

After quite a bit of panicking, Alec decided he had to figure out where he was. Standing around in one spot, waiting to die wouldn't be very productive after all. He could hear chanting and what sounded like some sort of tribal music. Finding people will be his first priority. Without giving it too much time to over think it, Alec headed off into the red grass, in what he assumed was the right direction.


ooc: I'm at work so I haven't had a chance to really proof read this. I'll do that when I get out of work

After two more rocket leaps, Zephiur had caught up to the figure, under the shanty building that the rope ladder hung out of. Zephiur thought this must be where she went to investigate the noise, but the building looked like a residence so he called in after the figure. "Hey, you find anything?" It was a stretch, but the noise from before sounded to him like swords crossing. If there was a fight, it'd be the best way to get acquainted with what kind of people (or things) lived here.