05-31-2018, 05:16 PM
He didn’t know how long Rush and he flew for before Proto Man spotted an island that sported a developed civilization. Hours? Half a day? A day? Truth be told, he didn’t even know if he recall the sun setting or not during the time his companion and he had spent cruising low over the calm ocean waters.
It was a wonder that Mickey had chosen this verse to withdraw to after such a turbulent time in the Graveyard and Nippur.
As he flew in lower to the island, Proto Man spotted a colorful tent set up just outside the walls of a small town. A scan of the village showed it to be similar to Bilgewater—18th century technology blended with some anachronisms like the defensive turrets that appeared to be lifted from a warship.
Landing near the tent, Proto Man walked up to the young woman standing outside of its entrance flap. She wore an almost painfully cheery look on her face. “Good afternoon, young man.” She spoke as she crouched down to look the robot in the visor. “Are you here to register for the event?”
“Event?” Proto Man asked, furrowing his brow behind the black, glass-like material.
“Dante’s Abyss, the premier event in su—”
With a scowl, the preteen machine walked passed the attendant. He immediately recognized the tent once he saw the equipment and various decorations set up inside of it. A second worker, a young man, stood with a confused look on his face next to the control panel for the recall platform.
“That was a quick registration,” he said in a tone that reflected his uncertainty at why the young, red-plated child had strode into the transport tent.
“Yea, let’s go,” Proto Man spoke as he moved onto the platform. Without waiting for more remarks, he flipped the switch and closed his eyes.
A beat later, he opened them up to see the opulence of the Dante Verse.
It was a wonder that Mickey had chosen this verse to withdraw to after such a turbulent time in the Graveyard and Nippur.
As he flew in lower to the island, Proto Man spotted a colorful tent set up just outside the walls of a small town. A scan of the village showed it to be similar to Bilgewater—18th century technology blended with some anachronisms like the defensive turrets that appeared to be lifted from a warship.
Landing near the tent, Proto Man walked up to the young woman standing outside of its entrance flap. She wore an almost painfully cheery look on her face. “Good afternoon, young man.” She spoke as she crouched down to look the robot in the visor. “Are you here to register for the event?”
“Event?” Proto Man asked, furrowing his brow behind the black, glass-like material.
“Dante’s Abyss, the premier event in su—”
With a scowl, the preteen machine walked passed the attendant. He immediately recognized the tent once he saw the equipment and various decorations set up inside of it. A second worker, a young man, stood with a confused look on his face next to the control panel for the recall platform.
“That was a quick registration,” he said in a tone that reflected his uncertainty at why the young, red-plated child had strode into the transport tent.
“Yea, let’s go,” Proto Man spoke as he moved onto the platform. Without waiting for more remarks, he flipped the switch and closed his eyes.
A beat later, he opened them up to see the opulence of the Dante Verse.
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Dante's Abyss 2015
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