forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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"Well, yes, you're right. Maybe 'utopia' is a strong word to use. But I definitely want to improve the situation we have now. So, so many people are suffering and afraid, night and day. I want to heal the sick, educate the children, house the homeless, and bring the cruel to justice. I can only achieve that with knowledge, and I can only acquire knowledge with that data drive."

"I guess you're right…" She said, "And that's all you're going to do with it? Nothing else, nothing less?"

"Well obviously there are many more complexities to the plan, but yes, that's the long and short of it. It will take some time to execute, because we first have to decipher the data and actually re-learn the techniques described within, but after that it's just a matter of reaching people and finding out what they need." He seemed to think of something and brightened. "Maybe you all could stay and help. We could use an ambassador in the magic-user community, Tanrial, and I'm sure we could find jobs for you boys as well. We'd be glad to have you."

"Oh, well um.. I'm honored. I'll need time to… think about it." She didn't really know what to say so settled on that, she glanced at Mike then at Bernon, wondering what they were going to say on the matter.

Mike didn't look exactly keep on the idea, while Bernon seemed torn. They both nodded in agreement with your statement.
Ryker sighed. "S'pose it's only fair to be patient. In the meantime…how are you feeling, Mike? Better?"
Mike shrugged. "Basically."
"Would you all like a brief tour of my HQ? It might help you make some decisions, and we could meet some of the kids along the way."

Tanrial nodded, "I wouldn't mind, what about you guys?"

"I'd like to have a look around," Bernon agreed. Mike gave in and nodded.
"Follow me, then," Ryker said, opening the door. "We'll start here in the hospital wing, then work our way up and along to the surface. Once we're done, I'll have supper made. I'll bet you're all getting hungry."
(Gotta go to bed now, seeya later ^^)

Tanrial shrugged, "A little, but you don't have too." She said, taking a better look at the hall when she left the room.
(okay, seeya^^
So… I start school again tomorrow meaning I won’t be able to come on as much. It also means that when you wake up and I’m going to bed, I’m not going to be able to respond as my laptop will be away… sorry)

(Okay, that's fine, don't worry about it ^^ I think my sister's job will be over for the season in like maybe a week? So pretty soon I hope we can go back to our old schedule. For now let's just leave a reply whenever we get a few minutes, whether or not we're both on)
The hallway, on closer inspection, was rather old and not quite as polished and fancy as it had first appeared, although it did seem sturdy enough and not in need of repairs. The paintings on the walls were mostly behind glass and carefully lit, with little signs below them giving the name, artist, and year of creation. Some were only very old, while others were downright ancient. One painting was from the 1600s, and it certainly looked its age.
Others, however, were much more recent. It seemed that someone in Ryker's adopted family was a painter, for some of the pieces were dated from only a few years ago and looked much more vivid. Most of the paintings were studies of the older works in the hall, but some showed scenes of things that existed now: the Gardeners, a humble village, the golden plains with the pure white clouds. They were quite good, and obviously the artist was painting from memory.
"This is the main hall of the hospital wing you're on here," Ryker was saying. "The first few doors lead to bedrooms, and farther down the hall we have labs and examination rooms, as well as a small coffee room for guests and recovering patients. The ER is right here, close to the entrance." He waved at a set of yellow-striped double doors on his left. "If we come this way, we'll be reaching the elevator next."

“Nice paintings…” Tanrial mumbled under her breath as they walked to where Ryker had said the elevator was. It was nothing new to her. A set of double, grey, metal doors sat, along with a button to summon it. The button lit up red and in a matter of minutes, the doors opened to reveal a small, square room.

"So you have electric power?" Mike asked as they entered the elevator.
"Correct," Ryker replied, pressing the button for the lowest floor. "I had this place built many years ago. It's powered by wind and sunlight, so the energy is clean and renewable."
"Do you ever have outages? Seems like the tech must be starting to wear out."
"The power does die, very rarely. Why do you ask?"
Mike shrugged. "Call me a nervous nellie, but small rooms powered by lightning alone make me jumpy. Is there a staircase for emergencies, is what I'm asking?"
"Oh. Yes, of course." Ryker smiled. "Don't worry. I have no more desire to be trapped deep underground than you do. And we do have a supply of backup power if we need it."

“These things are cool, don’t know why you’re so scared.” She said, smiling and stepping into the elevator, leaning up against the metal rail at the back.

"I'm not scared," Mike said. "Just cautious. Where I'm from, breaking down was about the only thing you could rely on machinery to do."
"That's fair, I suppose," Ryker conceded. "But don't worry. Even if the power were to be lost, my staff are very capable and could easily rescue us."
The elevator whirred downwards smoothly. Bernon stared at his blurry reflection in the wall, feeling out of place in such a clean, sleek environment. "So where are we going now?"
"To the main floor, where my children live, train, study, and relax. This is also the floor where guests stay, by the way. It's very nice, I think you'd like it."

Tanrial shrugged, “We’ll see, but from the looks of the other floor we’ve seen I don’t doubt it will be nice, like you said. How many children do you have exactly?” She asked, slightly curious.

Ryker looked slightly affronted at her comment, but chose to ignore it. "I have adopted sixteen boys and girls so far. Eric was the first, and has made the most advancements in his schooling, but the others are all equally smart and capable in their own ways. I think only seven of them are at home right now, sadly, but I hope you won't mind meeting them. Visitors are so rare these days."
"I wouldn't mind," Bernon said. "I'm really curious about them, actually."
Mike made a noncommittal noise. "Mm. Yeah."

“I don’t mind, I mean, Leila and I have already met, kinda but netting her properly would be nice, along with all of them.”
(Okay, see you when I see you)

(Pops on for like five/ten minutes)
"Great." The doors opened, and Ryker stepped through them. "Here we are."
This area was actually much different. Instead of being sterile white, the walls were covered in beautiful, hand-painted murals. They depicted scenes of forests, oceans, mountains, and many other things. The detail was incredible–hundreds of animals were running, swimming, or flying across the walls, and there were even a few humans there as well. Not far off, the hall widened into a huge room lit by skylights and electric lamps. The sounds of voices and splashing water echoed around them.

“Wow… this place is gorgeous!” Tanrial said stepping out and admiring the room.
(Seeya later ^^)

"Like it?" Ryker smiled proudly. "My son Keith painted these murals. Art on this scale used to take people decades to complete, but Keith is a prodigy. He did all this work in a matter of months."
"Wow," Bernon said, stepping closer to the wall to examine a carefully painted bird. "That's amazing."
They entered the main room and paused in the doorway. This room seemed to be a sort of general living space, with a half-circle of couches in the center and various toys and games strewn across the dark tile floor. Several other hallways branched off in each direction. On their right, a sort of artificial waterfall fell into a clear pool set into the floor.
There were four children of various ages sitting on the couches, watching as a screen in front of them showed scenes of some fantasy adventure. They didn't look up or notice their visitors. A fifth boy, who was actually watching the moving pictures from inside the pool, did notice, however, and sat up excitedly.
"Hi Dad!" he called, making the others look around as well. "Who are those people?"
"Hello, Kaito," Ryker responded. "These are some guests from far away. Tanrial, Bernon, and Mike."

Tanrial rolled her eyes a little but smiled, “Hi there.” She said, giving a two fingered salute to the boy, Kaito. Strange place to watch a film, as they were called but she didn’t comment on it.

Ryker introduced the children one by one.
"This is Derek," he said, nodding at a red-haired eight-year old who was covered in messy drawings and was chewing on the end of a marker. "Don't put that in your mouth, please, Derek. Thank-you. This is Molly and her twin, Micah…" Two eleven-year-olds with dark hair in very different styles waved and grinned. "…And this is Keith, he painted the murals…." A bored-looking blond teenager with eyes that literally glowed orange nodded at them. "….and here's Kaito." Kaito had green hair and fish scales on his arms and legs. He beamed widely at them, revealing tiny triangular teeth.
"Hiiiii," they all chorused.