Urban

Portrayed by expansive skylines and concrete jungles, urban is comprised of cities and densely populated areas, often with more modern structures and more industrialization to fit the theme.

Adapting to Change
Give or take an hour, the two new arrivals finally make their way to civilisation - a bit taken back by how... Primitive everything is compared to the environment they're accustomed to. Daikeim takes this moment to look at Drake.

"Well, hopefully they're not as hostile as the people we got... Introduced to." Daikeim then looks back at the citizens. "...We'll need to change our clothes as well, we'd stick out with this on."

Drake rolls his eyes. "I'd argue with you but I'm starving, fine - let's change into something more discreet and then we eat?"

"Yes, then we eat." A sigh escapes Daikeim's mouth as he begins walking the streets, scanning for a suitable place to enter.

Amongst some of the buildings there's one that says "Davy Jone's Locker."

"Well, guess there's no better place to start." Drake eyes the sign before entering the building, Daikeim following behind.

''Inside the building, it looks like a decrepit street with graffiti on the walls. The clothes are hung on racks and organized by shirts, pants and accessories, they even have novelties.''

"Alright then... I guess I'll go one way and you go the other." Drake suggests before heading off, leaving Daikeim to simply wonder. Give or take a few tens of minutes, the two arrive back - Drake already with an outfit he prefers.

"Black jacket, white shirt, black jeans... Very simplistic, aren't you?" Daikeim says with a grin. "So now we pay..."

"Oh don't give me that crap, blue boy." Drake replies back, smirking. "And yeah, we do-- ...Oh, right. Currency." He looks around and notices the changing rooms, he turns to look back at Daikeim and gestures towards the room.

The expression on Daikeim's face is best described as disapproving but Drake drags him into the same cubicle with him. "Ok so, why don't we just wear this stuff and get the fuck out?"

"Because I think tags are still a thing on here, so we'd get caught." After a moment of thinking, Daikeim looks at the clothes he and Drake are wearing. "Maybe we could sneakfully 'trade' this stuff?"

"Sounds like a plan... Now get out of my cubicle and let me change." Responds an already undressing Drake, taking off his jacket before shoving Daikeim out, leaving him to go into the next room over.

The two later exit, dressed in their new attire, Drake meanwhile grabs the old sets and looks around before placing the clothing onto the shelves. "Alrighty, now can we get out?"

Daikeim silently nods as the two begin to exit the building.

A voice calls behind them "Hey you two."

The two immediately stop, Daikeim sighing. "Alright then, your call."

"You fucker." Drake cuts Daikeim a look and turns his head towards the voice. "Uh, yeah?"

They turn to a middle-aged man sitting behind a register counter, "You two need anything?"

"Oh, sorry - we're newcomers to the city and we're just touring, sadly we have no money to buy anything." Drake replies while forcing a innocent smile.

"Well welcome to town. Um feel free to browse around. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks! We'll grab something to eat then we'll come back." After a short wave, Drake turns and the two leave the building. "We are never going back into that damned place."

"I noticed... Well, before we get something to eat, we need to get this place's currency." Daikeim stops and looks around, turning his head down one high street. "I'll go up that way, you go down the opposite way - see what we can get, ok?"

Drake nods towards Daikeim. "Alright, you'll probably know where to find me." And with that, the two split, heading their own ways throughout the city.

While walking around town, Drake notices some of the civilians are looking at him, tilting their head as they do so.

"The fuck are they staring at?" He mumbles as he approaches a bar, he smirks as he can smell the alcohol leave the windows. "Well, drunks are always willing to get petty shit done for a price." Drake enters the building and is hit by the intense scent of sloppy food and drinks.

Drake sees everyone on the very front of the stage where a man is playing a sax are dancing and hollering wildly, even though the sax player is playing rather soothing.

"That's music? My God..." He cringes at the tunes but makes his way towards the bar, taking a seat while glancing over at everyone. "Uh... Something strong."

The bartender points over to a tall man with very noticeable biceps happily rough-housing with the other men.

Drake cuts the bartender a unamused look. "I meant a drink..."

The bartender walks turns around and pulls down a green transparent bottle and pours it into a cup, then hands it to Drake.

"Thanks." He takes a sip and shrugs. "Not as strong as I'd thought..." Drake takes a look around once more, before taking another sip.

"You don't look all to familiar. You someone new?"

Drake looks over to see someone wearing a pink vacation shirt and wearing a steton, taking a sip out of a glass.

"Yeah, you could say that - New to the city at least."

"Itsa town. Not really watcha city. So what all brings you here?"

"Just here on a tour, sort of... That and to get money."

"Looking for a job then? What're you good at?"

"Where I'm from - I'm a mercenary since I was a kid, so I have quite the experience in that regard."

"I thought so. I can see it in your eyes. Sharp. Like knives. You could poke person's eyes out with those."

"I'm more of a guns kinda guy... So, if you're asking - I suppose you have something you want done?"

"Nah, not really. But I got a holographic catalogue-a 'holologue' if you will-for you to check out yourself."

The person slides a tablet over his way.

"Check that out and see what catches those sharp eyes of yours."

The tablet skids to a stop right in front of Drake, he takes a look at the list. He raises an eyebrow and turns the tablet towards the man. "The one selling off scrolls... So what, just burn the scrolls, break his hands and arms or?"

"Kill him. Take the scrolls from him. Then, do whatever you want with them. You can sell'em yourself, that'd be extra money in your pocket. A magic scroll is worth thousands. Well, depedning on what it does."

Drake eyes the tablet then smirks, sliding the tablet back to the man. "Done. Do we know where he is?"

"Sadly not. Most of those people you find in this holologue get around alot. They know their tails are gonna be hunted, so they do business on the run. But since this is for like secret exchanges/auction, try a dark alley or an empty building."

"Oh... How typical, alright... Ok, if you pay for my drink, I'll have his head within a few days." Drake replies, downing his drink in one go.

"Sure thing, newcomer."

''The person takes out a card, Drake notices the person's hand is rather skinny and gives it to the bartender. The bartender scans it with a device embeded into the counter and returns it back''

"Happy Hunting"

And with that, Drake eyes over whatever details he can gather about the scroll seller before making his way out of the bar. He looks around the city then sighs. "Alright, so empty buildings and dark alleyways... Lets get going." He blends into a nearby crowd and starts his job.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the city, Daikeim just roams, taking in all of the sights until coming to a stop in front of a museum of sorts. "Well... This seems like a good place to start." With no real other option, Daikeim enters the building.

''Daikeim walks into a building with a sleek marble exterior. He sees various people looking at all the holograms and historic replicas of long-times past. There's a counter in front between him and the entire museum. The person behind the counter is looking down at something''

He approaches the person. "Hello there, could you tell me what this place is dedicated to?"

The person looks up at Daikeim. "The museum is dedicated to world history in general."

"A great place to start." Daikeim replies before thanking the person before heading down one of the isles, approaching a display case holding a replica and looking down at the holographic screen.

The replica shows that of a woman with heavenly white robe near a tree, where one side looks perfectly normal and the other side is streamed with blacknes. The lackness etches out onto the other side of the tree and into the form of a snake with a humanoid body. They are posed to where the snake is handing a woman a fruit of some sort with an eerie smile. The woman is posed in acquiesce, her hand going towards the apple in uncertainty. The holographic screen reads: "This is a replica of the Deception of Eve. The serepent offers the woman fruit from a forbidden tree.The woman is reluctant to eat of it, but the serpents silver tongue and silver lies tempt the woman to ultimately eat of this forbidden fruit,which lead to the downfall of man from the graces of Heaven. The serpent here is said to have been the first mythological creature in existence but it is still very much debatable today."

With a raised eyebrow, Daikeim focuses on the serpent. "Mythological... I suppose that's what they mean by 'Myths' then." After examining the display, his attention is turned to the display case beside it.

''The next display case shows a replica of flock of winged descending from the shining sky above towards shaggy, dirty men dressed in animal skins. One winged man and one other man reach their hands towards each other.''

Daikeim steps over and once more looks down at the holographic screen.

The holographic screen says: "Legends say that the Angels of Heaven felt sympathy for the fallen men of the Earth. They defied their creator and took matters into their own hands. They made their new homes amongst Man."

A small chuckle leaves Daikeim. "Feels way too close to home." After taking another look around, he sighs. "Getting to understand the history is helpful but I feel like I'll need more... General information." Daikeim leaves the exhibit in hopes to find something more recent.

''Daikeim comes across one painting. This painting shows battleships firing at several giant serpent-like creatures, who have men riding on their backs. Some of these men jump off the creature's back onto the battleships.''

"How adventurous..." Taking note of the previous displays, Daikeim begins to grasp of an abridged version of the history between man and Myth. "Oh sir. Sir."

Daikeim turns to see the man from the counter walking towards him

"My apologies, but you do have to pay to see the exhibits."

"And you only decide to bring that up now?" Daikeim says, clear annoyance in his tone.

"My apologies, sir. It's just that my mind has been elsewhere today."

He sighs. "Well, nevermind that. I've seen everything I wanted to see." Daikeim turns and begins to walk past the man. "Thank you for letting me see the displays."

"If you want to know more, there is a local library across the street and two blocks down."

A faint smile grows on Daikeim's face as he nods at the man. "Thank you, and don't worry, next time I arrive here I'll pay double the asking price." He then exits the museum and goes straight towards the library.

Inside the library, there is an elderly person sitting behind a counter and behind the librarian, there's several aisles selves with books of all sorts on them.

Daikeim approaches the eldery person. "Hey there, I was wondering if you have anything detailing a... War? I'd like to give more information but I got ejected from the museum rather quickly."

"Did you pay admission to get in?"

"To say that I'm new around here would be an understatement... I don't have the right currency."

"Well lucky enough for you, you don't need to pay anything here. Unless you have an overdue book. You said something about a war, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I'm assuming the most recent one? The one is a museum showed me people riding serpents..."

"Ah, THAT one. Not exactly recent, but it was the most destructive. The most wild."

The librarian gets up from behind the counter.

"Follow me, foreigner."

The librarian begins to make her way through the isles.

Daikeim follows behind. "So how long ago was it?"

"A hundred or so years ago." The librarian looks through the books on one shelf.

"Not as distant as I thought, what sparked it?"

"A stray migration of mythological creatures came into the world, people paniced and technically began a giant witch hunt which escalated and branched off into different phases. Very chaotic it was."

"Oh..." Daikeim says, hushing his voice.

"Ah. Here we go." The librarian pulls out a large book titled " The Fantasy-Reality War: The Dreams That Became Our Nightmares."

Upon seeing the size of the book, his eyes widen. "That's... Quite the read. Creative title I suppose."

"This book should have what your looking for and then some. Since you dont have a membership here, I'm afraid you cant take this book out the library; so I'm afraid you can only read it here."

"That's fine, thank you." Daikeim takes the book and finds a seat, opening up the book to begin his read.

The first page of the book says: Note: What you are about to read is historically accurate events and reports taken from one of the most destructive and world-changing events in Earth's history.

Daikeim shrugs off the warning, his curiosity taking over while he begins to read.

Daikeim read the Introduction. The first page has a picture of blue featurless humanoid giants towering over an entire village, some of the villagers are running away from the giants, while some others have guns pointed at the giants.

''"The first mythic contact man has had in decades is with the Swedes encounter with a stray migration of mythologicl creaturse called Endlos. They made their way from Gate No.1 in Oppland, Norway to the Swedish village of Canninsmosh in January 1,1901. It is unknown how these Endlos got seperated from the rest of their kind, but the were met with violence by the villagers. The Endlos were unfazed and in the end, the Endlos simply walked through the village, destroying in the process as if it were not there. It is unknown what had happened to them after this event, but most speculate they might have died sometime once the war picked up. The surviving villager fled towards their distant neighbors and told them what had happened. They took heed to these words as some of these creatures had been sparcely recorded through-out history, especially in Europe and Asia. Word spread through-out Europe and a witch-hunt for all non-humans began on January 24,1901, and in their efforts to flush out these creatures that lived amongst them; they succeeded. They revealed themselves to their hunters and soon began to retaliate against them. In January 28,1901, Almost all of Europe was now locked in combat with the monsters that lived among them."''

"Wow... Because of one thing, they hunted down every single one they could find... And with that organisation, safe to say the war is still happening just behind closed doors." Daikeim mumbles to himself.

Meanwhile in a more derelict part of the city, Drake wonders about, his eyes tracing over a few choice buildings. "Where is that motherfucker... Empty buildings and alleyways, right..." After a moment, he peers into a boarded up window that leaves just a small enough gap for him to see what's inside.

Inside he sees an completely empty room and three males standing in the dark.

"Yo' one you turn on yo' lights on! It's dark as a muthafucka in here!"

"Like for real though, why didn't we just go back to your place to do this."

"I told you, man, we just partook in some illegal shit. You know we aren't supposed to have shit like this!"

"Tch. America. The Land of The Powerless."

"Land of the Idiots. Stuff like this is illeagal cause a whole lot of us will abuse the shit out of it. No moderation,man."

A light turns from some rectangular object in one of the males hands

"Alright, let's see if this works."

One of the men pulls out a roll of papyrus paper from his back pocket.

Drake just stands there, still peering through while reaching for his firearm.

"Alright, you ready?"

One of the men sighs, "Yeah I'm ready."

The other man then pulls out a gun and shoots him in the leg. Blood splatters across his leg with a black hole in his leg.

"MRMMMMM!"

The man holding the scroll unravels it and begins to read from it "Vinaquirem gadurm a digas tsaran!"

Soon a golden light shines from the scroll

"Hoooo-ly Jesus..."

The light then wraps around the injured man's leg and soon his bullet wound closes instantaneously

"Bruuuuuuuh, dat was some cool shit."

"Yea...Hey did that heel you with that bullet still in your leg?"

"Huh. I think it did, but I don't feel it though."

"But this is exactly what we need to cure grandma!"

"I don't know man. I mean it healed my bullet wound but that don't mean it'll heal your grandma from her disease."

"He does have a point. That spell healing his external wound doesn't mean it heals internal wounds."

"Come one guys, this is the only option we got. Besides, what healing spell doesn't heal external and internal problems?"

"This one might."

Suddenly two stray lights flash at the three young men

"Freeze fools!"

"Shit!"

"Yea shit! Put your hands in the air!"

The three young men do so. Soon, two M.C.C.P soldiers come into view, moving towards the three young men.

"Great... Those fuckers, right - time to play hero." Drake takes a step back and clenching his left fist, reels back and punches the boarded window, breaking into splinters. Taking advantage of the shock, Drake unholster's his firearm and guns down one of the soldiers before tackling past the men and into the other soldier.

The soldeir that had been shot falls over "AAAHH! I've been shot at!"

The men try to take advantage of this oppurotunity and tries to run off

The soldier counters by falling on his back and somersault throwing Drake behind them. The soldier then takes his gun and shoots the one with the scroll and shoot him in the back with stun blunts

"GA-A-A-A-H!" The young man falls over.

"Bro!"

The two other young men turn to try and get their hurt friend but the soldier is surpressing fire at the, forcing them to continue to run. The soldier quickly grabs the other one, hoists him on his back and runs. He swoops up the scroll from the man on his way and makes it out the same way Drake came in.

Drake stands up, recovering from the throw and watching the three escape. "Bunch of fucking annoyances..." His gaze then lowers to the last guy on the floor, Drake's firearm still in hand. "You. Where did you get those scrolls."

"Aahhhhhh...My back..." The young man continues to squirm some on the ground.

The white haired mercenary only responds by lightly pressing down on the man's back. "Did I fucking sutter?"