Zone C -- Megacity One

[Karl Jak]

Overview of Region - This entire zone is a large city.  Subzones C16 to C21 serve as the downtown area, with the bunker serving as the lobby of a large office building. Some of the buildings with give you a nice view of most of the island.  Subzones C12 and C13 are a port region, complete with your shipping crates and some ships (none of which are operable).  



Currently it is... Quite foggy.  Mild temperatures.  Choppy waters.

Note: This OP may be updated periodically with extra information or to reflect changes in the Subzone. I will make notifications when this happens.

Note: -- Everyone must roleplay returning to the Safe House at least once in a 24 IC time span (once every 4 OOC days). The first timer starts to tick at 4:30 PM CDT on 6-14 and will expire at the end of the IC day (4:30 PM CDT on 6-18). Regardless of whether you visit the safehouse early or late, everyone's timer starts at the same time (if that doesn't make sense -- ask me)

[The Future Warrior]

From the coast, with all the water and rain, into the foggy landscape of what looked like the outskirts of a city. Man, this island was a heck of a place.

She kept looking down at her tablet, and the map on it, as she tried to search out the item drop it was pointing out. "It's around here...somewhere..." she muttered. "I think...?"

She didn't have anything else to do. No one else she'd run across yet. So she'd keep looking for this item!

Searching out item drop in sub-zone C1.

[The Future Warrior]

Enough rooting around eventually turned up the item. In some kind of case. "Yeah! Found it!" She happily said to herself, tossing it up in one hand. She secured it in her backpack before turning and jogging off more or less back the way she'd come. "Let's see...I think there's another one...over this way?" And she was off, along the edge of the city!

Moving from C1 to C2

[The Future Warrior]

Running. Running. Jogging. Taking a breather at an intersection. More running! "Still this way...wait, no, wrong turn..." She was never good with directions. Especially when she kept getting distracted by looking up at the city, and not where she was going. "Maybe I should...get out of here so I can focus...yeah, think I can head back toward the ocean or whatever just up ahead!"

Moving from C2 to C15

[Todd Ingram]

After a rough landing the dark knight arrived at the island that was the setting of this year's dante's Abyss. Batman stood tall on top of the one of the rooftops, fog gathered between the tall buildings. It had quite the view, it being a murder island and all.

'Good cover, high buildings, decent overview, it seems I was lucky. Even this fog can provide me with a tactical edge.'

Kneeling down the caped vigilante opened the knapsack, inspecting it's content.

'Fairly straight forward.'

Closing it once again he attached it onto his back underneath his night black cape. It was time to move and scout this part of the island, if there are others around it's better for him to find them than the other way around. Without fear the prime leaps from the building, descending rapidly. Halfway through his free fall he uses his cape as a glider. Across the sky a bat like figure glides through the mist. It had begun.

Moving from c21 to c20

[The Future Warrior]

"I think...the map says to go...this way!" And she made a sharp turn, shoving her tablet back into her backpack to free up both hands. A quick hop, skip, jump, and flipping leap. Through the air, over a low building, and leaping off of it to the next street over. A clear shot out of the city again, the street leading out to the shoreline and the rocky area therein.

Moving from C15 to D4

[Todd Ingram]

Gliding through the air Batman observes the city below him, slowly descending to the ground. When he finally landed he started to pick up the pace. Rushing through the streets of the unknown city. So far so good, not another prime in sight.

Moving c20 to c15

[Dust]

Dust was staring down to power houses one moment and then two towering shafts the next. Among the graveyard like atmosphere he saw ships, lots and lots of ships. Concrete froze his soles and the air around him chilled to the bone, but he could do nothing but smile and feel the energy around him electrify. He could have howeled at it all.

He asorbed thr surroundings quickly, taking not of the almost lifeless places around him but one seemed alive. Dust searched for something of value everywhere but especially the working ship, ready to leap from it to the icy waters if it tried to stole him away.

Searching item drop in Zone C13

[Gamzee Makara]

Oof. Teleporters are motherfucking weird man. His tummy felt all rumbly and shit. Gamzee resisted the urge to sit down and take a nap against the warehouse doorstep where he had been unceremoniously telesynthesized. Instead he thought maybe he should check out this bitchin' bag they gave him for his trip. I mean, it's kinda a piece of shit, so zero points in style. Full marks for practicality though.

Mister Makara yanked the tablet out of the bag, slinging the pack in one fluid motion begins plodding through the port, moving vaguely in the direction of the little beeping circle on his Syntech map.

"Ah shit, I'm the best at findin' stuff!"

Moving from C12 to D8

[Todd Ingram]

Suddenly the dark knight stopped his advanced.

what the hell am I doing? This isn't right, running around like this? No, this isn't the way this should be done.

Batman entered one of the nearby buildings, using the mist and the buildings itself for cover. He was a fool thinking he could just run around like some madman, it was time to return to the shadows and await his chance.

Moving c15 back to c20

[The Humble Sage]

The Sage had barely recovered from the shock of the sudden teleportation, when he was struck by the immensity of the city that sprawled around him. In any other circumstance, the Sage would have pulled a journal from his satchel and begun to take notes. The architecture was evocative of Cinnibar Island, but on a scale he had not thought possible. Just who was Karl Jak, that he could afford such a structure purely as a playground for his little game?

The fog wafted through empty streets as the Sage glanced at the datapad-thingy that he had been given. He fumbled with the controls, trying to discern their function. Karl could have bothered to inform the contestants of these contraption’s importance, he would have spent some time training with the things. Finally, his bumbling fingers managed to bring up a map of the island. Several icons indicated the location of the artifacts they were here to collect. All of them were greyed out. Just like that, every artifact had been grabbed.

This would have been easier a decade ago… he thought with a sigh. He would need to be quicker than this if he was planning to get through this bloodbath alive. He needed a plan, and quickly. It would be better to avoid the city for now, this sort of location was bound to draw attention. If he had the ability to, those buildings would make the perfect location for a ranged ambush. Not something he was keen on experiencing. He glanced down at this datapad again. The Zone nearby was a forest. If this is going to be a battle of stealth, then I suppose I should fight it in familiar territory. Turning, the Sage stowed the datapad away and raced off towards the portal that would lead him to the forest.

moving C5 to B14

[Odin]

As the teleporter induced nausea wore off, Odin checked out his surroundings. It was some kind of metal hut. The doorway was open and the window had no covering, but it served to provide some cover while he got his bearings. Odin opened the bag he was provided and made a mental note of what was inside: Food, flint, water, some kind of poorly made metal stick. Then he checked the “Syntech Tablet” and discovered that an item drop should be nearby.
 
Moving out of the safety of cover and into the street, he noticed the sound of someone running away. The blue man turned a corner a few blocks down and disappeared just as Odin noticed that the pedestal in the middle of the intersection was empty. “Damnit,” he muttered, realizing he had been too slow. Chances are that the other items were all gone too.
 
“I’ll get to the safe house to reset the timer and get to the next drop early,” he planned aloud. Chances were that others were thinking the same thing.

C1 -> E8

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee gently kneads his bottom lip in between his sharp teeth, staring back at the brewing conflict between the three primes. Shit wasn't right, no matter how you slice it. He had to admit his envy, however; he was kinda itchin' for a fight. Such a thing would probably be a bad idea before making some new homies though. He cautiously turns his back on them and turns to his huskphone and map.

Oh! New email from Guu. S'cool that he has connection way out wherever the fuck 'here' is. He makes a note to figure out who this Gildarts motherfucker is and reach out to the fellow 'Brosian. He makes another mental note to message Guu letting her know that from now on, citizens of Ambrosia are officially required to be called 'Brosians. He opens some text app thingies and tries to contact the one person he knows in the Abyss, while cautiously moving forward towards the City Safehouse.

Moving from C13 to C12

[The Future Warrior]

She rapidly left the shoreline behind. Through the shrubbery and the scraggly vegetation, and onward. The wind started to die down, giving way to more still air. Only the occasional errant breeze, wafting in from the ocean, disturbed the rain-clouded air. And soon enough, even that started to give way. From a steady, light drizzle, to only a faint misting. From there, on to only a clouding of mist and fog. The shapes of buildings loomed out of the fog, and Graowr knew she was back in the city. And if she was right on her money, then...

There he was!

"Hey!" She raised her voice, along with a hand to wave again, hoping to be seen through the fog. She picked up her pace, scampering and all but skipping over the ground, making sure to keep her footing steady even in her excitable state, not wanting to fall prey to a slip or other accident on the fog and mist-dampened city streets. "Hey, wait up!" It was the mechanic guy again. She'd lost sight of him, when they were running from that guy with the sword and bloody clothes, but he had looked like he was coming this way.

He flinched, at the sudden shout and pounding footsteps. But he just turned around to look with a sigh. "Well, didn't expect to see ya again, little lady," he said with an air of geniality. She was fairly certain she'd read that mood right and made the right mental connection.

"Hehe, yeah, I saw that guy back there was up to something and wanted to get out of there. It looked like he cut you off or something, tried to force a fight. Are you okay?"

"Ah, yeah..." He looked away, fidgeting slightly. "Maybe we could keep movin' while we talk? If ya don't mind, that is."

"Oh! Yeah, sure, I don't mind!" And they were off, moving at a rather brisk pace. "So...back there on the beach. That chest you were sitting on. Was there anything in there?"

The mechanic just let a faint smile play on his features. "Think someone else beat me to it. Nothin' in there but a worthless little trinket. Tooth of some kind." He shrugged, and the look of disappointment on the blue creature's face told him she bought it fully. "Shame, really."

"Yeah...it sure is," she agreed, kicking at a bit of loose pavement. "Well, hey! Maybe we can get the next one!"

Though he didn't say it, the man's thoughts couldn't help but settle on one thing: We?

Graowr and Harlan: moving from C12 to C11

[Illidan Stormrage]

The effects of teleportation barely phased Illidan, having slipped through dimensional rifts before. What he stepped out into was nothing like he had expected.
 
Large structures of concrete, steel and glass littered the skyline to the north, as imposing as mountains. Stormrage had never seen anything like it in his life. Not even the gnomes had built such complex, condensed buildings despite their technological prowess.
 
Though what he could see was obscured by a dense layer of fog, dolloped and swirling around the unusual buildings like thick cream. It was not unlike the Pale Moors, and remembering his half-conquered verse tensed him up and snapped him back to reality.
 
Death awaited around every corner in the Moors, and sometimes even in his own castle, but never was that sentiment more true than in a death tournament. Illidan pricked up his pointed ears, crouching and skulking to a nearby concrete barrier. Placing his hands on the rough texture of the wall, he strained his hearing and let his magical sight fan out in all directions.
 
Nothing twigged. The night elf vaulted over the barrier and moved forward cautiously, darting from cover to cover. His journey through the outskirts of this advanced civilisaton was quiet and uneventful, but letting his guard down was out of the equation. Mystery surrounded him. An alien landscape with alien combatants meant that he could not lose his vigilance for a moment. He had no intention of being slaughtered at all, let alone early in the competition.
 
Whether it was a desire for greater visual obstructions or a plain tug of his curiosity, Illidan didn't know, but he headed towards those towering buildings that threatened to pierce the sky. Maybe there was more sport out that way, but at least there was more to hide around.
 
A perfect place to establish an ambush ... or be caught up in one.

Moving C14 -> C15

[Gildarts]

It was itchy and cold, weighing his illusions of freedom down. That thing on his wrist. He wished he’d had a pair of plyers to help peel off this technological shackle. Last time it had been around his neck. And it wasn’t the first time he’d been trapped in a game of chance and chase. Both of his arms were contaminated by metal now, and it was leaving Gildarts in kind of a dismal mood.

 
The Prime looked up, only to see the growth of an embankment of fog, and some buildings. It looked mostly abandoned though. The stories were only a couple high, there were hospitals his tired legs passed as he walked along the asphalt street. The auburn-haired prime took a few glances around, as though expecting to see a friendly face to wave hello to. But this world seemed not for the living.
 
Among the clammy fog were dark shrouds of form that cast between windows, as though a city of ghosts were watching him. Gildarts, cursed with withdrawals from the kiss of the Malefactor could not tell if they were real or not. He hadn’t seen a face, and if they were real people, or phantoms of those once living, they had left Gildarts alone to wander through, allowing him safe passage.
 
They’re real Gildarts… And they’re coming for you… The Malefactor’s voice lingered with the hum of a song.
 
“No, they’re not,” Gildarts denied her the power over him.
 
My, you’re burning up, take a seat, you must have a fever… she insisted and pinged a nearing bench to what had once been a bus stop on the side of the road.
 
The Prime’s weakened eyes sought the bench out, then deliberated. The back of his hand swept over the lines on his forehead, creased by age and doubt, and sure enough, a dewy sweat had accumulated. He was burning up, but it had to be this place… The fog… The plants had caused his allergies to react, that had to be all, didn’t it?
 

C4 to C16

[Illidan Stormrage]

The fog refused to thin as Illidan travelled further in. Luckily his felfire eyes didn't rely on light to see; his gift from Sargeras pierced the visible veil as if it didn't exist, crawling over the ground all around him like sonar. His bare feet slapped on bitumen untouched by any traffic, though the night elf wondered what sort of transportation would use such a road. A carriage's wheels would be torn up by the bumpy and uneven nature of the road's dark surface, and even a horse would find issue with it. An old, forgotten memory of a gnome vehicle, grunting and rumbling and spewing black smog from its rear, came to him. Its rubber wheels would perhaps benefit from such a surface, but how many vehicles like that existed? It seemed like a waste to cater to one type of rarely built mode of transportation.
 
But what did Illidan know? This wasn't his world.
 
The silver bracelet around his wrist clasped tightly. One of the Syntech employees had fastened it before his teleportation to the island, warning him not to remove it on pain of death. He considered that the employee may have been using hyperbole, but since he had willingly joined up for a murder tournament, it gave the warning heavier meaning. He ran a finger across its smooth, cold surface, wondering how such a tiny device could end his life. Yet, he had no wish to test it.
 
The giant, mountainous range of buildings grew closer. Light caught across the sheets of glass used as windows, dousing them in gloriously bright gold, penetrating the heavy fog. The buildings on the outskirts of the centred set of concrete spires gradually increased in height and density as he approached, though still he encountered no one. Was this some sort of artist's conception of a future world, stripped of the inhabitants? Or was this once a thriving colony, and everyone had evacuated or been killed?
 
Soon the alien buildings towered so high above the night elf that he had to crane his neck upwards to take in their zenith. An idea struck him. If he could figure out how to ascend one of them, he would have a fantastic view of the surrounding areas. Perhaps he could spot a natural advantage on this island, or some equipment that could come in handy. At least, he would know if any threats approached him.
 
Illidan headed for the tallest building, hoping there was some way to climb it.
 

Moving from C15 -> C20

[Gildarts]

The skyscrapers towered high above the mage, like sails in a ship, they caught the gales that carried the fog above into its current settle and dissipated into the sky like long lost arrows missing their target. The plume of mist had covered over the town like sheets on a bed, however, the size of the buildings had grown. There was a basic downtown area, a main street, which Gildarts found himself wandering through.

You should check that… Thing Karl Jak left you, I think it will aid in the operation that the participants of this event are trying to attain and conquest. Come now, you’ve hidden that part of you for so long, why not let it run free and rampant? She tempted him, like the snake she was. Why do you nearly never respond to me?

“Because you’re not real,” Gildarts spoke audibly. “I’m looking at fog, I feel it, but I can’t even be sure it’s there. I know sure as anything that you’re not there, you’re imagined, somehow I showed enough weakness to allow a weed like you to take hold, however, I’ll never let you poison the soil of my mind.”

Look at you, constantly fighting for control, when you can’t even control your own mind, your own magic! You’re a failure of a man and mage. You’ve lost your wife, and I have some news for you, buuut I think I’ll wait to tell you that news to crush you later. For now, I’ll leave you with this, if you’re so reluctant to listen to me. The battle is not light and darkness, but it is the battle you’ve waged on yourself. She ended it at that. Her voice disappeared in the mist. It was hard to say if she’d ever come back, but it was more accurate and more nerve-wracking for Gildarts to ponder “when” and he did so with dread.

C16 to C20

[The Future Warrior]

As they went on for a while, Graowr eventually started to get fidgety. The pace, brisk as it was, was too slow for her. Especially given the current predicament. The fog was blanketing everything, swirling and shifting and cutting off view beyond a relatively short distance. Her scouter was useless, the ki-scanning technology not working, and she hadn't gotten the hang of sensing it for herself yet again, either. So this fog was a pain to deal with. "Man...this sucks..."

"Oh, it sucks alright, but at least it's not still rainin', eh?" the mechanic offered.

"Well...yeah, I guess." He had a point. If it had been raining on top of everything else it wouldn't have just been awful. It would have been miserable. She brought both hands up to grab her scarf and wring it out, the soaked in rainwater dripping down in a miniature deluge for all of a second or two. "Man..." Immediately after, both hands went to her collar, poking at it before grumbling and tugging the scarf back up over it. "This stupid collar makes getting my scarf on right hard..." she whined.

"It's a right pain, alright, ya can say that again," the working-man agreed.

"Well...I'm gonna go see if I can't get a good look around! Maybe from somewhere higher up!" And she darted off, picking up the pace and hurrying ahead into the fog. The first building she reached, she leaped for it. High as she could, and even then she barely made it to the roof. She landed with a stumble, looking around. Still only fog. "Man...this really sucks..." And then something occurred to her. With all the running to get here, and the jump and stumble...and the fog...she wasn't sure which exact direction she'd come from. And she was pretty sure her new friend had kept moving.

"....aaaaaw, man." She kicked at the roof in agitation, cursing her own lack of foresight. Briefly, she squatted down, pulling off her backpack and fishing the tablet out again. Tapping at it and fishing through it she brought the map up again, studying it more carefully. "There should be a safehouse...up this way?" She turned, facing toward what she hoped was the northwest. "Maybe...I can go hang around there for a while. See if this fog doesn't lift..."

That was a thought. And it seemed like a good one. So she took it. And she hopped forward into a run, reaching the edge of the building and leaping forward, to the next one.

Moving from C11 to C19. Leaving Harlan behind.

[The Future Warrior]

And onward she went, toward her destination. Until she started to reach bigger and bigger buildings, forcing her to abandon her roof hopping. There was just too much height to scale and still keep moving with anything approaching quickness. Not...that she was really sure why she was in such a hurry. She just really didn't like all this fog and stuff. It sucked.

Of course...a smarter mind might have realized that hopping from rooftop to rooftop in such dense fog was a very bad idea. And that running by ground was probably much smarter. Of course, Graowr had never been the smartest one out there. Far from the brightest knife in the crayon box, as it were. Definitely not the sharpest crayon in the toolshed. A few eggs short of a full deck. She wasn't stupid, but good lord did she have a chronic problem involving a lack of forethought.

But now she was back on solid ground, running at a quick, easy pace. At every intersection or corner in the road she came to, she'd stop and check her map again. She really didn't want to get lost in this place again. Not here, where the buildings were so tall and high and it was even more of a maze than usual. If she could fly, it might not have been such a problem, but... Well! She could worry about that later! For now she had to worry about getting to someplace to just sit down and catch her breath. That she didn't actually need.

"I think it should be..." she mumbled to herself, darting around a corner. "...up here? Somewhere?" She slowed her pace slightly, looking around more intently. She didn't want to have to start running up and checking everywhere, looking in every building, but... Well. She'd just follow the map as close as she could get.

Moving from C19 to C21