08-07-2018, 10:21 AM
Amborsia was fairly nice today, sure it wasn’t a massive city but small enough to make a community while large enough to warrant its own space and its own independence from the other tribes, settlements, and natural cities that dotted the Tangled Green. Walking along the cobble stone streets and looking around he’d notice exactly what he was looking for not too far from the house, it was actually right around the corner.
It was a man hole cover, which seemed odd that he was looking for this but he clearly had something in mind, taking a moment to adjust himself he cleaned up very well for this as well as even grabbed his favorite vanilla scented candles to maybe stifle the stench from down there. It might seem bad to burn anything down there but he was ensured by Vee that this brand of vanilla was the best he could get before he bought it so as he pried the manhole cover to the side and would look down into the dark abyss bellow he would soon climb down the latter and close the cover over top of himself.
It was just as bad as any normal sewer, everything from the walls showing age and some mold too the sloshing green river in the middle that he wouldn’t dare to walk in or near as he almost hugged the wall. Whom ever he was visiting was down here that was for sure, and as he walked along he would have an almost practiced route of which ways he needed to go too, making lefts and rights till finally he came to what seemed like a door that blocked the passage of even the sewage. The door was on either side of the walk way, making for two of them, and all the while a wall protected from going inside, they had a grate along the river section which pulled things in but didn’t pump it back out anywhere.
But this was exactly the place he needed to go too as he would knock on the door with a few hard bangs, the weasel would feel that it was made out of metal and would echo around him as Ricter was still holding his breath and nose ever since he got in here. Only daring to take maybe one or two quick huffs once his face was turning blue before going back to holding it all in, he’d probably need another shower after this. After around twenty or so seconds someone would eventually answer the door, seemingly happy to see someone on the other side that was different as they spied through a sliding peep hole.
“Huh? Who’s that on the other end? You don't look like rat-foke to me, we actually got top side visitors for once?” The voice sounded like a male and Ricter would simply say, “Yeah, I’m Ricter, Elysia’s friend. Let in please?” His English was broken since he was holding his nose, plus every word he said would mean he needed to breath in, which he hated. This only gained a laugh from the voice on the other side.
“Haha! Guess that stench isn’t something your used too yet, one second we need to go over a few things.” The silence would last for well around a minute or so, but Ricter would survive, opting to just taking deep sniffs of the candles in his bag, sighing as they were pretty amazing. Even eliminated the odors a bit too, but he didn’t light them. The weasel was wondering what was going on, even placing his ear on the door, hearing two people talk with one another, it sounded almost like a phone call of some kind, which was probably in relation to himself but he wasn’t here to cause trouble. Eventually the voice would get back to him on the other side, advising him.
“Alright you can come in, don’t cause any trouble though, ya hear?” Which gained a couple quick nods from the weasel as the door would open and he would scuttle on inside. First thing he noticed was the rat that had opened the door, he was half his size almost and standing at around three feet tall, he was wearing a type of night watchman's guard outfit. More so made of aluminum instead of metal or leather, on closer inspection it was actually made out of recycled cans but looked like whom ever crafted it folded it over a couple dozen times. It probably wouldn’t even block the blunt side of his sword but maybe an arrow or two would be stopped from it, the rat though would smile and give a small wave to the weasel as he entered and then he’d close the door as their seemed to be another watchman near by.
“Head down this path, once you reach the end you’ll be in town, be sure to enjoy your stay. Typically we don’t let people not from here to the city, but I just got the ‘OK’ to open the door for you.” The guard stated as Ricter appreciated the consideration, feeling quite special from it.
Immediately he’d feel the air less foggy and more so cleaner here, like he wasn’t still in the tunnel of a sewer at all but instead maybe a simple industrial city, still plenty of pollution but it was deluded to the point of not being noticeable if you lived in a city for a while. Taking a few deep breaths he would shiver and shake off the sensation of what his nose had to go through for the past couple minutes before just walking down the tunnel. It would seem that this tunnel was built into the main sewer system, hence the doors they had placed up, probably finding a dead end and going from there, around him he’d notice that rocks and things of that nature were compacted and kept the whole thing from collapsing all together.
It sloped downwards, leading him deeper and deeper into the earth as the air was replaced with an earth like taste, still not as bad as it could be but it made breathing a little hard till he felt small air shafts blowing in air from probably above which he’d stop and stand by one to not get light headed. It seemed whom ever built this tunnel was fairly good at mining and knew what was needed for being down here, but as he came up to a light at the end he would notice something truly amazing, nothing he’d ever expect to be under Ambrosia.
In front of him was a large cavern, around the size of four or five football stadiums put together. Above on top of what seemed like a massive dome was a large crystal, giving light to the whole area bellow as it glowed a lime green color and made everything else give a green tint bellow. Which as he looked around he’d notice that he wasn’t in some underground cavern any more.
Laid out in front of him was a sprawling town with people seemingly working and going from place to place, however the people here weren't just people of all kinds of species they were majority rats, mice, and anything bug like that seemed to not mind being under ground. Small steam stacks would rise from many of the buildings, which all were made of some metal or aluminum mix that was probably flushed down here and recycled. In fact as he looked to the left he’d notice the sewage stream from before, but now as a waterfall, being poured into a collection area, which began processing a more clear water that serviced as an underground river and flowed through the town.
Above he would see large open tunnels, dotted all along the dome as they seemed like entrances and exits to places but no would could reach them besides maybe things that flew and if you walked along the long walk ways that seemed to hug along the dome’s inner walling. But he’d find out what the large tunnels were for as the place began to rumble and shake, he’d almost trip over on himself as he caught his footing, and noticed a massive worm like monster exiting one of the holes. He would have drawn his sword and prepared for battle if not for everyone seeing this as normal as the worm flew out of the tunnel at amazing speeds, going across the top of the city and entered another one as the rumbling continued but ended as it left this area.
This place seemed so trippy, he never seen anything like this before, and as he walked forward and down the steps leading from the tunnel it would seem he would get the same treatment as well. He was taller than most of the people here, besides the man sized roaches that walked around on two of their many legs, as he came down into a rocky street many residents would point and stare at the weasel, some whispering things, others simply giving a glance and then going back to work.
He didn’t know what to think, much less did he feel like he was in danger, after all their whispers and looks didn’t give off a plotting vibe, more so treating him like an exotic animal if anything. Along this main street though he would see many food stands as well as stores, from clothing which was recycled from clothes people wore but dumped and resold, too craftsmen that melted aluminum into furniture. He’d even take a brief moment too look at a near by restaurant, seeing what they might have as the cook there would grin, “Hello there above worlder, see anything catching your eye?”
He was wearing an apron, ripped and tattered in some places and obviously too big for him so it was cut in half at the bottom. Which seemed to be a common fad as most people wore those kinds of clothes, either too big and cut to made them fit, or made just for them by a tailor probably living down here. The menu though seemed to not favor him though, grubs, meal lice, even maggets for the ‘main meals’. While the side menus seemed more docile having potato’s, mushrooms, water for drinks, and something called a ‘Calisto’, which perked his attention as he pointed. “Whats that?”
The rat would look over, stroking his whiskers before saying, “That, my friend, is the best kinda moss you can have, its actually quite popular as you can see.” Taking a brief moment to look around it seemed like a lot of people did buy it, it was cheep too and didn’t cost him much at all. In fact everything down here was very cheep, granted poor quality but what could you do when your main import is sewage, giant worms as thick as sky scrapers, and aluminum cans?
Mulling it over he would smile and say, “I’ll take it!” Sure he might not eat it but maybe Elysia would enjoy it, who knows, either way the man would soon nod and go off to his grill and begin cooking it up. Pulling the moss off a rock that seemed to grow the moss rather quickly, he’d begin to add herbs he never seen before and seasonings that were crud but worked well given he was essentially cooking moss.
Beside him he’d feel someone tug on his pants leg, making him look down as a small little boy was looking up at him, smiling as his mother was near by and would ask him a question. “I’m sorry, he just really wanted to talk too you, I hope you don't mind.” She’d say, a bit embarrassed by that’s how things are when your a parent.
“Oh? Its no problem, ma’am. Hey there little one, what did you wana ask me?” He’d bend down, even as he took a knee he was eye level with the mother and still taller than the boy who was half of her height all together. Being a cute little white mouse he would smile and soon ask, pointing.
“I um...can I touch your tail, please?” Flustered he seemed to be adorable in his delivery but as he mentioned this he would pull his tail around, it was quite large and poofy, which he had done on purpose.
Mostly because he enjoyed it being that way, and gave his fur a softer look as he would turn to his side and say, “Sure you can, just don't get lost in it haha.~” For which the mouse boy would soon give a soft cheer and jump on his tail, given the size different he could almost get lost in his fur completely.
Smiling and nuzzling the fur as he hugged it, “Its like the best pillow ever mama...can we keep him?” He’d say cutely as she would giggle and pat his little head, “Sorry but we can’t keep him, he’d not a pet after all.”
Smiling to his reaction which both Ricter and the mother could understand he would given a pouty, “Aww...but he’s way softer than my toys...” He seemed sad but he would soon feel the weasel begin patting him on the head.
“Your mothers right, besides if my visit go’s well I wouldn’t mind coming back down again. Maybe you will get to hug my tail then?” The weasel would offer which seemed to spark a smile and look of elation in his eyes.
“Really?!” The mouse said as Ricter nodded, “Yep, just be good to your mom and stay out of trouble, okay?”
The deal was made which the boy happily accepted as he was eventually pried off by his mother, “Deal! Bye Mr. Fuzzy! I hope I can hug you again soon!” He’d say as the woman would smile and hold her child's hand, taking him away as they walked along.
It was a man hole cover, which seemed odd that he was looking for this but he clearly had something in mind, taking a moment to adjust himself he cleaned up very well for this as well as even grabbed his favorite vanilla scented candles to maybe stifle the stench from down there. It might seem bad to burn anything down there but he was ensured by Vee that this brand of vanilla was the best he could get before he bought it so as he pried the manhole cover to the side and would look down into the dark abyss bellow he would soon climb down the latter and close the cover over top of himself.
It was just as bad as any normal sewer, everything from the walls showing age and some mold too the sloshing green river in the middle that he wouldn’t dare to walk in or near as he almost hugged the wall. Whom ever he was visiting was down here that was for sure, and as he walked along he would have an almost practiced route of which ways he needed to go too, making lefts and rights till finally he came to what seemed like a door that blocked the passage of even the sewage. The door was on either side of the walk way, making for two of them, and all the while a wall protected from going inside, they had a grate along the river section which pulled things in but didn’t pump it back out anywhere.
But this was exactly the place he needed to go too as he would knock on the door with a few hard bangs, the weasel would feel that it was made out of metal and would echo around him as Ricter was still holding his breath and nose ever since he got in here. Only daring to take maybe one or two quick huffs once his face was turning blue before going back to holding it all in, he’d probably need another shower after this. After around twenty or so seconds someone would eventually answer the door, seemingly happy to see someone on the other side that was different as they spied through a sliding peep hole.
“Huh? Who’s that on the other end? You don't look like rat-foke to me, we actually got top side visitors for once?” The voice sounded like a male and Ricter would simply say, “Yeah, I’m Ricter, Elysia’s friend. Let in please?” His English was broken since he was holding his nose, plus every word he said would mean he needed to breath in, which he hated. This only gained a laugh from the voice on the other side.
“Haha! Guess that stench isn’t something your used too yet, one second we need to go over a few things.” The silence would last for well around a minute or so, but Ricter would survive, opting to just taking deep sniffs of the candles in his bag, sighing as they were pretty amazing. Even eliminated the odors a bit too, but he didn’t light them. The weasel was wondering what was going on, even placing his ear on the door, hearing two people talk with one another, it sounded almost like a phone call of some kind, which was probably in relation to himself but he wasn’t here to cause trouble. Eventually the voice would get back to him on the other side, advising him.
“Alright you can come in, don’t cause any trouble though, ya hear?” Which gained a couple quick nods from the weasel as the door would open and he would scuttle on inside. First thing he noticed was the rat that had opened the door, he was half his size almost and standing at around three feet tall, he was wearing a type of night watchman's guard outfit. More so made of aluminum instead of metal or leather, on closer inspection it was actually made out of recycled cans but looked like whom ever crafted it folded it over a couple dozen times. It probably wouldn’t even block the blunt side of his sword but maybe an arrow or two would be stopped from it, the rat though would smile and give a small wave to the weasel as he entered and then he’d close the door as their seemed to be another watchman near by.
“Head down this path, once you reach the end you’ll be in town, be sure to enjoy your stay. Typically we don’t let people not from here to the city, but I just got the ‘OK’ to open the door for you.” The guard stated as Ricter appreciated the consideration, feeling quite special from it.
Immediately he’d feel the air less foggy and more so cleaner here, like he wasn’t still in the tunnel of a sewer at all but instead maybe a simple industrial city, still plenty of pollution but it was deluded to the point of not being noticeable if you lived in a city for a while. Taking a few deep breaths he would shiver and shake off the sensation of what his nose had to go through for the past couple minutes before just walking down the tunnel. It would seem that this tunnel was built into the main sewer system, hence the doors they had placed up, probably finding a dead end and going from there, around him he’d notice that rocks and things of that nature were compacted and kept the whole thing from collapsing all together.
It sloped downwards, leading him deeper and deeper into the earth as the air was replaced with an earth like taste, still not as bad as it could be but it made breathing a little hard till he felt small air shafts blowing in air from probably above which he’d stop and stand by one to not get light headed. It seemed whom ever built this tunnel was fairly good at mining and knew what was needed for being down here, but as he came up to a light at the end he would notice something truly amazing, nothing he’d ever expect to be under Ambrosia.
In front of him was a large cavern, around the size of four or five football stadiums put together. Above on top of what seemed like a massive dome was a large crystal, giving light to the whole area bellow as it glowed a lime green color and made everything else give a green tint bellow. Which as he looked around he’d notice that he wasn’t in some underground cavern any more.
Laid out in front of him was a sprawling town with people seemingly working and going from place to place, however the people here weren't just people of all kinds of species they were majority rats, mice, and anything bug like that seemed to not mind being under ground. Small steam stacks would rise from many of the buildings, which all were made of some metal or aluminum mix that was probably flushed down here and recycled. In fact as he looked to the left he’d notice the sewage stream from before, but now as a waterfall, being poured into a collection area, which began processing a more clear water that serviced as an underground river and flowed through the town.
Above he would see large open tunnels, dotted all along the dome as they seemed like entrances and exits to places but no would could reach them besides maybe things that flew and if you walked along the long walk ways that seemed to hug along the dome’s inner walling. But he’d find out what the large tunnels were for as the place began to rumble and shake, he’d almost trip over on himself as he caught his footing, and noticed a massive worm like monster exiting one of the holes. He would have drawn his sword and prepared for battle if not for everyone seeing this as normal as the worm flew out of the tunnel at amazing speeds, going across the top of the city and entered another one as the rumbling continued but ended as it left this area.
This place seemed so trippy, he never seen anything like this before, and as he walked forward and down the steps leading from the tunnel it would seem he would get the same treatment as well. He was taller than most of the people here, besides the man sized roaches that walked around on two of their many legs, as he came down into a rocky street many residents would point and stare at the weasel, some whispering things, others simply giving a glance and then going back to work.
He didn’t know what to think, much less did he feel like he was in danger, after all their whispers and looks didn’t give off a plotting vibe, more so treating him like an exotic animal if anything. Along this main street though he would see many food stands as well as stores, from clothing which was recycled from clothes people wore but dumped and resold, too craftsmen that melted aluminum into furniture. He’d even take a brief moment too look at a near by restaurant, seeing what they might have as the cook there would grin, “Hello there above worlder, see anything catching your eye?”
He was wearing an apron, ripped and tattered in some places and obviously too big for him so it was cut in half at the bottom. Which seemed to be a common fad as most people wore those kinds of clothes, either too big and cut to made them fit, or made just for them by a tailor probably living down here. The menu though seemed to not favor him though, grubs, meal lice, even maggets for the ‘main meals’. While the side menus seemed more docile having potato’s, mushrooms, water for drinks, and something called a ‘Calisto’, which perked his attention as he pointed. “Whats that?”
The rat would look over, stroking his whiskers before saying, “That, my friend, is the best kinda moss you can have, its actually quite popular as you can see.” Taking a brief moment to look around it seemed like a lot of people did buy it, it was cheep too and didn’t cost him much at all. In fact everything down here was very cheep, granted poor quality but what could you do when your main import is sewage, giant worms as thick as sky scrapers, and aluminum cans?
Mulling it over he would smile and say, “I’ll take it!” Sure he might not eat it but maybe Elysia would enjoy it, who knows, either way the man would soon nod and go off to his grill and begin cooking it up. Pulling the moss off a rock that seemed to grow the moss rather quickly, he’d begin to add herbs he never seen before and seasonings that were crud but worked well given he was essentially cooking moss.
Beside him he’d feel someone tug on his pants leg, making him look down as a small little boy was looking up at him, smiling as his mother was near by and would ask him a question. “I’m sorry, he just really wanted to talk too you, I hope you don't mind.” She’d say, a bit embarrassed by that’s how things are when your a parent.
“Oh? Its no problem, ma’am. Hey there little one, what did you wana ask me?” He’d bend down, even as he took a knee he was eye level with the mother and still taller than the boy who was half of her height all together. Being a cute little white mouse he would smile and soon ask, pointing.
“I um...can I touch your tail, please?” Flustered he seemed to be adorable in his delivery but as he mentioned this he would pull his tail around, it was quite large and poofy, which he had done on purpose.
Mostly because he enjoyed it being that way, and gave his fur a softer look as he would turn to his side and say, “Sure you can, just don't get lost in it haha.~” For which the mouse boy would soon give a soft cheer and jump on his tail, given the size different he could almost get lost in his fur completely.
Smiling and nuzzling the fur as he hugged it, “Its like the best pillow ever mama...can we keep him?” He’d say cutely as she would giggle and pat his little head, “Sorry but we can’t keep him, he’d not a pet after all.”
Smiling to his reaction which both Ricter and the mother could understand he would given a pouty, “Aww...but he’s way softer than my toys...” He seemed sad but he would soon feel the weasel begin patting him on the head.
“Your mothers right, besides if my visit go’s well I wouldn’t mind coming back down again. Maybe you will get to hug my tail then?” The weasel would offer which seemed to spark a smile and look of elation in his eyes.
“Really?!” The mouse said as Ricter nodded, “Yep, just be good to your mom and stay out of trouble, okay?”
The deal was made which the boy happily accepted as he was eventually pried off by his mother, “Deal! Bye Mr. Fuzzy! I hope I can hug you again soon!” He’d say as the woman would smile and hold her child's hand, taking him away as they walked along.