- Joined
- Jan 20, 2009
Rising over the horizon came a tremendous spire followed by a number of other structures. All of it sat atop what could only be described as an island plucked out of the sea with a number of shimmering spheres half uncovered along its underside. Its entirety hovered about two thousand or so feet above the ground its movement slow and without particular direction. It crept forward like a silent predator its entirety the size of a large metropolis, for that's what it was. Covered in various towers, spires, the occasional obelisk and skyscrapers the city loomed above the sea. Its streets were filled with hundreds of citizens, no two alike, the faces ranging in the entirety of the color spectrum. Stalls seemed to pop up from the ground itself as did buildings and various other constructions. A number of smaller islands hovered about the central, these much darker and some of them belching putrid smoke into the air. These were the outskirts of the place, kept aloft by its power yet neglected by many of the citizens. The place where creatures lurked, criminals ruled, and everything had its price. However back in the metropolis in the single spire that loomed above the city in its center, at the very top staring out a window stood a man, his irises were a deep swirling red, his sclera an onyx color and his pupils a titanium grey. His name was Anansi, he had created this place, a place he had named Xenopolis.
It didn't have much of a purpose besides existing, people came, people went. The city-island hovered at a constant altitude, various engines kept air pressure normalized, a field about the city's underside kept it afloat. Numerous airships came in and out. The place was built with infrastructure within the earth itself, all that needed was for something to be built atop it and systems instantly linked into the building almost like a reverse set of roots slipping upwards into the structure. He didn't keep track of construction any more, there was a large positron brain downstairs that kept track of that. Instead he just slipped in and out, tinkering here, looking about there. In his city, it more or less ran itself. Turning his back to the window he walked over to his elevator stepping in while pulling a cloak about himself. He would go down to the sewers and come up into the street, few knew he was the creator of the place, he liked things that way, here anything was possible, he was fully intent on exploring the infinite possibilities.
It didn't have much of a purpose besides existing, people came, people went. The city-island hovered at a constant altitude, various engines kept air pressure normalized, a field about the city's underside kept it afloat. Numerous airships came in and out. The place was built with infrastructure within the earth itself, all that needed was for something to be built atop it and systems instantly linked into the building almost like a reverse set of roots slipping upwards into the structure. He didn't keep track of construction any more, there was a large positron brain downstairs that kept track of that. Instead he just slipped in and out, tinkering here, looking about there. In his city, it more or less ran itself. Turning his back to the window he walked over to his elevator stepping in while pulling a cloak about himself. He would go down to the sewers and come up into the street, few knew he was the creator of the place, he liked things that way, here anything was possible, he was fully intent on exploring the infinite possibilities.