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In the chunks of cities and wilderness that come to this part of the multiverse, there's always some kind of beauty to the wild, or normalcy to the city. Not so, in this case.
The area that anyone will find themselves in now is a ruined city, with rubble lying around, ugly buildings overgrown with filth and grime, and dark, ugly weather, as if some great war was fought here many years ago and no one quite picked up the pieces. There are signs of life however, in the distance. Some buildings, built over with a dark crystalline substance, sounds of people working in the city. The road, curiously, is clear enough, and looks like it's actually used from time to time, relegating the garbage to the sidewalks, where people once roamed and scattered.
Anyone familiar with the city might recognize Tokyo. Some of the monuments are there, recognizable past the odd technologies and crystal structures built onto them. The only true 'new' thing visible is a massive tower at the center of the city, all black crystal, and the center of the storm seems to lie above it.
The only obvious sign of life around is a tall teenaged girl, stopped on top of the rusted remains of a car. She's wearing tattered clothes, grimy, too small for her, and sandals that wouldn't look out of place in some movie about the Greeks. Across her shoulder is slung a bag, which she holds carefully to her side as she tries to catch her breath in the rain. In her other hand is a dark yellow crystal, projecting a three dimensional map of this hellhole of a city for her to examine.
She seems too absorbed in that to notice any visitors just yet.
The area that anyone will find themselves in now is a ruined city, with rubble lying around, ugly buildings overgrown with filth and grime, and dark, ugly weather, as if some great war was fought here many years ago and no one quite picked up the pieces. There are signs of life however, in the distance. Some buildings, built over with a dark crystalline substance, sounds of people working in the city. The road, curiously, is clear enough, and looks like it's actually used from time to time, relegating the garbage to the sidewalks, where people once roamed and scattered.
Anyone familiar with the city might recognize Tokyo. Some of the monuments are there, recognizable past the odd technologies and crystal structures built onto them. The only true 'new' thing visible is a massive tower at the center of the city, all black crystal, and the center of the storm seems to lie above it.
The only obvious sign of life around is a tall teenaged girl, stopped on top of the rusted remains of a car. She's wearing tattered clothes, grimy, too small for her, and sandals that wouldn't look out of place in some movie about the Greeks. Across her shoulder is slung a bag, which she holds carefully to her side as she tries to catch her breath in the rain. In her other hand is a dark yellow crystal, projecting a three dimensional map of this hellhole of a city for her to examine.
She seems too absorbed in that to notice any visitors just yet.