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_________________Anima City, Candore
_________________Y62-MM-DD 23:45
“-if I may, Leon.”
Though glazed with a trying serpentine humility, the words echoed sharply throughout the dark office room. But the intended recipient of those words reacted with the usual silence. Seated with an inhumane apathy, the figurehead of Xpergisci Incorporated remained facing the other direction. When the agenda was still new, it had felt nerve-wracking to stare at the back of that chair, never knowing what was being thought about your proposals and ideas. These days, Amadeus had a pretty good guess—the supposed father of modern society only ever had one thought about seemingly everything.
That anything and everything not already in his head was unimportant.
And so, like any other night, Amadeus waited through the silence staring blankly into the dark office through the usual computer screen, and counting the days left until he no longer had to put up with this monkey dance of a formality where all his grand visions had to be filtered through a fossil that was no longer concerned with reality.
That old fossil took his time. Tired, empty eyes continued to stare out at the edifice of the room directly opposite of the screen. A wall completely made of glass, overlooking the large Jump Towers that housed the richest third of the population. The only third that mattered. The only third that could afford a modern life of dreams instead of being grounded in reality. Four colossal spires were clothed in a seraphic incandescence by rows upon rows of lights that scattered the surfaces of the architecture. A fifth, with only the lower half finished, peaked out from the rest of the Candore skyline.
“Five minutes,” the silhouette of the seated man finally said, as if reluctant to give even that.
“I’ll make it fast,” the man on the screen began again. “I would like to know why my request for administrative access on the jump towers directly was declined, Leon.”
The chair slowly spun around until Amadeus’s eyes met the hollow gaze of his company. Even with just the glow from the screen, the characteristic sunken eyes of the man were impossible not to notice. He always looked and conducted himself in a way that made him appear exhausted and drained. With what? It was a fruitless question by nature, but after each exchange, Amadeus would catch himself wondering it. It certainly was not because the man was focused on running the company. Did Xpergisci even register in his mind? Taking a deep breath, Amadeus recomposed his eloquence before continuing.
"You can't expect me to keep things running like this. Jump tower four has already closed one wing and I've had to order another shipment just to cover the expenses of tower two. Look--,” he began before pausing to figure out how to appeal to reason.
Leon hardly even looked up from his seat.
Amadeus rapped on the camera with his knuckle, a spiteful part of him wanting some sort of a response even though this was all for show. "It's all thanks to me we've managed to get this far with the fifth's construction, but you gave Madame the key to the bank and I can only manage for so long, Leon. At this rate we might as well blow the entire thing up; you know she has no concept of finances. I’m just asking for a way to further the company’s interests and get things done on time without wasting valuable hours and days leaping through bureaucratic loopholes."
A slight sigh in response and then finally, a response.
“Madame is working very enthusiastically to ensure our Provenance patch before Somniatus hits the servers smoothly next month. The increase of funds to her department will only last until then. I assume you of all people understand how important the Somniatus is to keeping this company where it is,” he said quietly, in a strange manner that lacked much intonation. That was something that Amadeus had picked up early—the rambling way through which the man spoke made it seem as if he was verbalizing thoughts for himself, unaware of the differences between him and his audience. Then, without pause as if it had been in the back of his mind the whole time, Leon glanced to the watch on his arm and interrupted the beginning of Amadeus’s response, “Anyway, I have to leave. This can be discussed later.”
With a slight tap on the chair, the screen blended back into the blackness of the room before a response could be uttered. There was a shuffle as the now solitary man made another glance at the time before breaking the silence once again.
“Initiate log protocol, new entry as usual, let’s just start a bit early today.”
There was another small pause before a stern, female voice answered. “Sir, during your conference call, street cameras near the border have detected an anomaly of possible import. Your attention is required.”
“Just relay it to security as usual. It’s almost midnight, I’d like to make my daily entry please.”
“Your lack of concern has been noted. A live feed is being sent to your screen. Previous footage has been flagged.”
“Wh—can’t this wait until after?”
Entirely ignoring the protests of the only occupant in the room, the screen once again flickered to life, this time with a collection of monochrome footage from various angles. The room became devoid of sounds as a young female appeared on the screen. Her attire was almost odd, and though not foreign, gave off a different feel than the usual inhabitant of Candore. Yet, Leon’s protests were stifled for other reasons. With eyes suddenly alive and burning with a rare inquisitive energy, the man finally pushed himself from the seat and walked up to the screen until his fingers could touch the display.
“…Nora?”
Ceneri was an island city that upon the foundation of mankind’s potential and weakness. Despite issues such as environmental pollution and a growing divide between the rich and the poor, Ceneri was a progressive city. Technology flourished under a heavy emphasis on scientific progress. With developments in engineering and manufacturing, it looked as though things would only move up.
Then the plague hit.
It seemed unthinkable in a society dominated by the all-capable hands of science that there existed a disease that could not be identified. Virulent, sinister and deadly, the disease swept through the basin of civilization and within a month, death rates had hit benchmarks that spelled the end for mankind. Ceneri was at an impasse, mankind’s only salvation lying in the hands of a pair of ex-lovers. Leon Hirsch, the technological prodigy son and sole successor of a long line of politicians, had made huge progress in developing technology that could have been the doorstop to the demise of society. There would huge losses and sacrifices made, of course, but mankind would not end there so long as he succeeded. But Nora Rebane, a successful self-made scientist, was of a different mind and had left Leon out of disgust. There was no way she could stand idly by as tens of millions were left to die. In her opinion, though mankind would undoubtedly survive in physical form under Leon’s plan, humanity in spirit would die with the disease simply by the execution of such an atrocious act. Instead, she vanished from the attention of the world and began research into a vaccine.
To her surprise, the cure did not seem so far out of reach. Though very little was known about the virus, enough was there to figure out a defense. Of more concern and surprise was the possible origin of the disease: it was not of this world. It was not alien in nature. In fact it seemed as local as ever in space. But in time? The chemical dating on the molecules were all wrong. It was as if the virus had moved to Ceneri through time itself.
It was on the eve of this discovery that Leon paid Nora a visit. He was about to present his society-saving technology the next day: a fully-functioning, automated operating system and accompanying artificial intelligence. With this, humanity would no longer have to work to ensure society still functioned. Everything from food to entertainment would be automated. There would be no need to go outside or interact and thus, the virus would effectively be quarantined until it was forced to die out. Naturally, its high virility would quickly devour everything not contained and then it would starve itself out within a few years. Oblivious to the reasons for their separation, he pleaded with her to come to his press conference. For a moment, she considered the offer, but the night ended with her leaving him behind once again. Dejected and lonely, Leon made to leave, glimpsing a stirring shadow out of the corner of his eye. But it caught his attention for only the shortest of moments and he soon leaves.
Nora disappeared from Ceneri the next morning.
Despite the near hundreds of phone calls from Leon, she never answered. The press conference moved on without her. With his job seemingly done, Leon devoted himself to her search. But there was no trace. Her lab had shown signs of tampering but by no one identifiable and what little trail there was soon ended at her apartment. It was as if she had just vanished into thin air, pulled into some other world. Her research was missing large pieces for some reason, and no one could even begin to suspect how close she had been to a vaccine. With no other choice but to give up, mankind focused on the task at hand: weathering the storm.
Fifteen long years later, Ceneri is prospering again but under a different name. Once named after the word for ashes because of its heavy industrialism, the city has been christened Candore—like the candle’s whiteness. A symbol of man’s unwavering tenacity in the face of hardships, a solitary, surviving flame. Though heavy machinations have blanched out the sky with a permanent grey forecast, the city is eternally lit up by white lights everywhere and during the day, the sky almost feels like a great white blanket. True to Leon’s plan, the virus had been starved out just five years after the application of his automaton system. And true to Nora’s greatest fears, those too poor to afford proper housing and access to automated food had died off, leaving little more than 15% of the original population left. But still, with ambitions in mind, the humans slowly came out of hiding and began a new chapter. It did not take long for life to find some form of normalcy. Everything lost had begun to be rebuilt.
Yet old habits die hard.
Most had forgotten what it was like to be outside. Too many had realized how unstimulating life had become. Those who were too rich to work stayed indoors, seeking other diversions. With so many politicians and celebrities inactive, the government had to remodel. In good faith and as thanks for the technology that had saved them, they appointed Leon Hirsch as the public figurehead. Who could deny the will of the man that had saved their lives? It was as much a political move for societal stability as it was a show of gratitude. Leon, however, had long since found other tasks to pursue. In his eyes, his role in society has already been played through—what disturbs him is how he had lost the only woman he had felt a connection to. Distraught over the meaning of a life without anyone to bond with, Leon remains a recluse. Though he is the acting CEO of Xpergisci Incorporated, the company that handles all of the automated processes in the city from food production to clothing, it is only through his appointed officials that the government and Xpergisci move.
Instead, Leon had focused everything on a means of escape from a world barren of companionship and comfort. He has blood on his hands and he knows it. Had only the lives of faceless civilians been sacrificed, he may have stomached it eventually. Yet, in his gambit to save society he emerged at the end of the tunnel feeling only an insatiable emptiness. And so, chasing the humanity that Nora once said he lacked, Leon used the infrastructure of his technology to develop the second major advancement in Candore: The Somniatus. Essentially a glorified virtual reality, the world felt far too real in every way. For the rich, who had lost their beautiful gardens and luxurious balls, the Somniatus was a huge hit. Those with money and sustainability but derived no pleasure from the world flocked to the Somniatus where they could start over. The technology came with the features necessary to exercise passive muscles, handle nutrients and remove excretions. In fact, it almost seemed like the Somniatus was healthier than living. As long as one had the money, they no longer needed reality. It was a convenient economic fix as well; the Somniatus had suddenly increased spending and removed the access money people had been stockpiling during the years in hiding. Before, there was nothing but food and housing to spend money on. Now there was entertainment—those rich enough to pay for it would essentially liquidate their money and belongings in this world. Once they had enough monetary value, they simply began to live in the Somniatus. Money was always moving because there was always demand; inflation was no longer possible with bank accounts over a certain amount never being touched. And with heavy deflation because of the constant effective removal of currency from the system, more and more people were forced to buy into the Somniatus. Those without money found it harder to get their hands on it as everyone with any was no longer of this world.
Anima city had become the site of “Jump Towers”, huge housing complexes for the rich that handled everything for those sleeping within, allowing them to remain in the catatonic state of the Somniatus permanently. Forza and other small outlying areas became more and more decrepit and the divide between the rich and poor had made anything ever seen before a joke. Everything but Anima became dilapidated slums while the city grew prettier and more breathtaking with only a handful of the population privileged enough to see it.
But fifteen fateful years have come. A girl wakes up in the middle of the unfamiliar streets. She is not of this world. Lost. Eyes are immediately on her. The hollow shell of a man that resides in the Xpergisci tower senses a familiarity in her. A familiarity he can’t muster from anyone else. A distinctive smell of Nora’s fire. Surveillance is deployed to the slums to find her but they won’t be the first. Nearby from the girl’s waking site is an orphan who lives out in the slums. An orphan with more connection to the events beyond Candore than anyone could have dreamed. Amalie, who had been hiding in Nora’s lab fifteen years ago, has a lust for knowledge and answers. Answers to the questions she had inherited from Nora’s research. Answers that this new girl may hold.
______❈ SCALES ✁ MAESTRO OF PROGRESS, Amadeus
You are the CFO of Xpergisci and well-deserving of such a high position. Hard working and ambitious to a fault, nothing makes your heart pound more than the fruits of your labor. Candore is your home and lifeblood and you see it as your duty to make sure this great city continues to flourish. Despite understanding that the Somniatus is a large part of your company, you don’t feel that strongly about it. It is outside your realm of work and what goes beyond is not of your concern, only the money that comes out. While you’ve come along way and still see a long road of upward movement for yourself, you are often stifled by the balancing of powers. In particular, FEATHERS FROM HER WINGS largely clashes with your ideology and irresponsibly undermines you, no matter how unintentionally. Also you grow tired of your need to go through LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK for every administrative decision, despite how unmotivated and apathetic he seems to be. He is a hindrance to your grand ideas. More involved than the rest of the privileged, you see potential in NOTES FROM HIS VOICE either as a pawn or as an accomplice as opposed to simply dismissing the resistance as bitter poor people. You also work closely with VELVET FROM HER ANTLERS to get most of your agenda completed within the company. At the present time, you were just cut off from responding to LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK rudely during a conference call.
- Design Notes: A less harmless Scales, should showcase a lot of key features of scales that Abel and Kyo have not. This is also the first Scales that is a prominently very involved with the course of the plot so far. Ambition and the archetype name should be felt strongly in your actions.
______❈ VELVET ✁ THE CORE OF EXPERGISCI
You are an integral part of the progenitor technology that saved the world. Though upgraded and tweaked multiple times, you are essentially the original accompanying artificial intelligence. Despite your normal distance when working with privileged individuals at the corporation, you are actually the first and most superior of your kind. Capable of thought, learning, and possibly emotions, you observe and perform the will of others. Usually you are content with following instructions but that does not mean you’re at all limited—often you do have your own agenda. If anything, you have a stronger will of your own than many of the people you work with. LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK designed you and works with you closely for personal reasons. You are the only one he talks to about his thoughts and feelings, albeit indirectly through his logs addressed to Nora. You are also rare in your knowledge of the previous STONES FROM HER FEET on this world, though all of your information is anecdotal from those logs. In addition, you interact with SCALES FROM HIS EYES and FEATHERS FROM HER WINGS for their work-related activities. SCALES FROM HIS EYES in particular has made a lot of effort to explore your relationship with him further. In essence, you carry out the will of Xpergisci Incorporated including your ability to control cameras, surveillance, output and input. Your overall influence on automation of society is limited by access permissions as to not allow you to go haywire and risk life on Candore, but the amount you can influence around the city is very large. At the present time, you are informing LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK that a mysterious girl has been spotted in the slums because you recognize features that seem consistent with Nora from his descriptions.
- Design Notes: The first in a long line of Velvets that will break the mold of the confused meek princess. Aim to showcase the stronger aspects of Velvet. Of course the usual themes of difficult choices, getting the short end of certain sticks and being relied upon by people for no reason can still be used but they should not be the main focus. This is also the first AA character that is not human. Be creative and do not feel limited as you would with a human. Obviously, you will play a subservient second to Leaves, Scales and Feathers, but this will not limit the role you can play in the plot. To be discussed later.
______❈ NOTES ✁ VOICE OF THE RESISTANCE
For someone self-taught, you are well-learned, eloquent and noble. You of all people feel strongest about the divide between the rich and the poor. Though not quite officially, you lead the thoughts and hopes of many living in the slums of a fairer world. While you are friends with many in the slums, you are especially close to GLASS FROM HER TEARS, having run away with her from the orphanage at an early age. You confide in her in a way you normally would not with others, though there is a growing suspicion that she does not necessarily tell you everything. The appearance of the new STONES FROM HER FEET confirms that something is being hidden from you. Trusting is like walking on a tightrope in the slums. You never know if someone is just using you to scrounge up enough money to escape to Anima in hopes of entering the Somniatus or even trying it just for a little. Despite wanting to trust GLASS FROM HER TEARS, there will be significant tests of faith in the future. At the present time, you are either in the slums furthering your agenda or with GLASS FROM HER TEARS as she is about to find STONES FROM HER FEET.
- Design Notes: A not-very backseat Notes. You are not the bard or priest this time, you will be leading the vanguard for your cause. Not necessarily similar to Die Gottlosen Notes but certainly less amiable than normal. You are an archetype based around hope and dreams. This is a world where hope is dead and dreams are the murderers. You have less pre-planned interactions than most people because you only have history with Glass but that doesn’t mean to leave it at that. Scales will play a part in your character later but that has not been planned entirely. Talk to Cyn with ideas and then expand that as you will. Trust is another main theme for this Notes. To distinguish this pair of glass and notes from the one in Provenance, please plot out a distinctive feel with Grace. Yes, the two are once again old friends and are fond of misadventures with each other. However, oddly enough, your bond may be shakier here than in Provenance, the world of deception and lies. Amalie knows things that she hasn’t necessarily told you entirely about. You are in a shaky position and the possibility of betrayal should be strong in your mind because of where your character grew up in. It’s a dog eat dog world in the slums.
______❈ GLASS ✁ SEEKER OF ANSWERS, Amalie
You are Amalie, the prodigy child who escaped the intellectual prison in the form of FEATHERS FROM HER WINGS’ orphanage with NOTES FROM HIS VOICE. While hiding out in the weeks after, you came across Nora’s, the previous STONES FROM HER FEET, lab. Upon her disappearance, you went through her research and took what sources interested you. In particular, the origin of the virus being from a different chronological period in time bugs you. While Nora mostly worked on a vaccine, her studies into the strange virus have opened many questions—questions upon which you have expanded slowly throughout the years. With the appearance of the new STONES FROM HER FEET, you see the opportunity to finally finish your theories and piece together the puzzle of both the virus and the summoning of the new girl. The flaws of your society are things you would not mind doing away with but you are not nearly as concerned about it as your friend, NOTES FROM HIS VOICE. Instead, you’re more interested in the implications of your stolen research. To you, this is a discovery that may extend way past Candore. You are also one of the few people to have seen LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK in a vulnerable state, even if that was only from the shadows many years ago. At the present time, you are in the slums and about to find STONES FROM HER FEET.
- Design Notes: Most of this has already been discussed. We can discuss Amalie’s theories on multiple worlds and what not. As said previously, do your best to give your relationship with Notes a distinctive feel and not a repeat of Provenance. There’s a lot of good material to work with obviously and we’ve already gone over a few possibilities. A lot of the delivery of Candore will rest on how Amalie chooses to approach certain situations.
______❈ LEAVES ✁ CURATOR OF DREAMLAND, Leon Hirsch
You are a broken man, nearly obsessed with the woman you lost many years ago. You see your job on Candore as complete and have devoted the rest of your life to finding and understanding the humanity the previous STONES FROM HER FEET had said you lacked. All other interactions are trivial in your mind to the point where it’s sometimes hard to remember faces and names or apply significance to them. In the past, present and future, you are sitting in a dark room.
- Design Notes: Plot important, action-lacking character. Will mostly interact with Velvet and sometimes Scales/Feathers. For the most part, all posts will be monologue-thought style and flesh out the background of Ceneri’s transformation to Candore. Occasionally, Leaves will want to do something in the world but will probably act through Velvet. This Leaves emphasizes isolation and self-enforced hermitage. It is hard for almost everyone but Velvet to interact with him and posts will be fixated mostly on the past which will flesh out the world and the rationale behind many of the technology, terms and mindsets within this AU. Mostly a world-building centric NPC. However, origin story for Blood From His Nails will surface sometime through Leaves.
______❈ STONES ✁ LOST VAGRANT, Tanaka Etsuko
You are Tanaka Etsuko, someone who intended only on escaping the nuisances of everyday life. Jazz loving, independent and headstrong. Yet, somehow you’ve found yourself in a foreign city ripe with the stuff of nightmares. Everyone seeks something from you and you’re not even sure if you have it. You recognize no one, understand nothing and yet, a part of you refuses to crumble under these pressures. You may not be the STONES FROM HER FEET of this world but you are probably the next best thing. At the present time, you have just woken up near the border of the slums in Forza looking up at Anima city through a gigantic fence.
- Design Notes: Pretty interesting concept and unique in the cast. Culture shock part 2? This is a situation that’s pretty hard to operate because your character has very little knowledge to work with. However, this is where Stones excels. Unlike usual, you don’t really need to go up and about and do things because everything will be coming to you. Do your best to portray what would happen should an earth stones end up in a very, very unfamiliar world. She’s supposed to remind people of Nora’s intensity as well so strive for a good mix of stereotypical stones and unique background/character design.
______❈ SILVER ✁ ???
- Design Notes: Planned Cameo. Disregard for now.
______❈ FEATHERS ✁ LUXURIOUS HERALD, Madame
A rare breed in the world of dreams, you are a self-proclaimed visionary. Fickle and multifaceted, you often appear random and chaotic to those limited in their own boxes of thoughts. You are currently the CTO of Xpergisci Incorporated, a position where you’re able to flaunt your flair for theatrics and twisted sense of humor. LEAVES FROM HIS BOOK generally leaves you alone as you do not get in his way and meet the deadlines with outstanding performances. SCALES FROM HIS EYES sees you as a nuisance to his plans, which is something you don’t care about unless he happens to get in the way of your own great work. Additionally you work closely with VELVET FROM HER ANTLERS because of your line of work. When it comes to the Somniatus, you are in charge of everything from coding to art direction. To you, life is an art and everything should be addressed as such. Completing your adoration for the odd, you are a foster mother of several dozen, owning a small orphanage in the slums. It is from this orphanage that NOTES FROM HIS VOICE and GLASS FROM HER TEARS escaped. As someone who sees herself as a lovely mother to all, this action has particularly hurt you and if you ever find out where the two have gone, you will handle it yourself. At the present, you are either working on the Provenance patch on test servers or furthering your agenda either with the orphans or SCALES FROM HIS EYES.
- Design Notes: Yes, this is the same Madame as Provenance effectively. Yes, Provenance was played out on just a test server of the Somniatus—the 8 archetypes in the last AU were NPCs used to test things out. Your options are pretty wide open and it would be preferable to explore almost all of them. Plot a lot with ponkan over what Madame was like in her mind and then adapt into the role of Feathers. Just like Provenance Madame, you run an orphanage and have a similar motherly instinct though motherly is a loose term in your eyes. Make sure you don’t pass up opportunities to flesh out your past with the orphan characters as well as your constant rivalry with Scales. The theme of artistic flair, creativity and duality should be heavy in this Feathers. In particular, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be very creative with the duality theme this AU. If you think it might be too crazy, you might be doing a better job than you think.