RP ~ Two Seas ~ Fantasy Style

[Alurin The Forsaken One]

There are 2 planes suppose is right term. One is in a past setting so to speak. There are other cities of more advanced technology but there are the few that refuse to advance up past just the necessities such as indoor plumbing, running water, electric lights, etc.

The second plane is more set in the era of steam punk in ways of advanced technology and things move at times quickly and there's almost nothing that can't be done yet with machines and yes there are some vehicles/transports that can fly if built right can such as hover-boards or cycles that can fly or get some air for a time before needing to return to ground.

When it's day in the past it's night in the steam punk plane. Arosa resides in the plane where it's more in the past though there are some places that are advancing or are advanced there are those that prefer to stay in a simple time set.

The man that got the photo resides in the steam punk plane where it's almost all advanced and if someone is trying to stay in the past time set they in ways get taken over and are forced to advanced to the times if taken over.

These two can reach the other by diving down deep enough into the ocean or be lucky to find someone who could activate a stone gateway that hadn't been used in a number of years and isn't that easy to find to begin with in either era. There is one way to pass through the gateway or water gate way safely without the aid of another person who would be able to use the right magic or mimic it to work either one.

Once every some years the moon on both sides will align just the right way to allow safe travel for that one night and when dawn nears the moons will unaligned and the gateways closed to physical bodies of people unless the gate ways are opened already neither can pass to the other side.

Not many know about this and those that do don't talk much about it in case those they would say it to might think that just stories made up and not the truth of another side beyond the ocean surface.

My main main is Arosa, a young woman in her twenties with copper light brown hair, long, and sea green eyes. She returned recently from being with her father in another country that is like England in our world but in this one isn't England despite any similarities.  

[Alurin The Forsaken One]

Waves crashed against the sturdy wooden side of a mighty ship that sailed across the open blue waters, clear and sparkling in the sunlight. Seagulls called out into the sky upon which they flew above the people walking around the docks of this port city. The wind blew strong, pushing the cloth sails outwards to push them forwards.

The wind blew warm yet cool with the scent of sea salt in the welcoming air. People chattered about their trip and some about their families they were returning to as others chattered about those they were visiting. Among the bodies of the chitchatting of the people aboard the ship stood a young woman who stood at the railing, gazing at the port city they neared at a steady pace.

Her mind went over, thinking of her days of younger in the city and about the adventures she had with a boy. Carefully she reached into her purse, pulling out a photo of a teenage boy grinning wide and her behind him, hands on his head grinning as well for the camera. A soft smile crossed her lips as she stared at the photo.

She thought back to the day of the photo, of their time in the fair that had come, taking part in the games and enjoying the rides and admiring the lights that shimmered on the ocean's surface when the sun had gone to sleep. A pleased sigh escaped her lips to compliment the smile but the smile went to a wince as her eyes closed. Her free hand gripped her large sunhat of a soft eggshell white hat when the sudden gust of wind came from nowhere.

The wind blew hard, quieting some once the photo of her and the boy had slipped from her fingers. Opening her eyes she gasped, stepping forwards, reaching up and out trying to grab the picture only to miss by a centimeter and watched helplessly as the wind took it out farther than her arms could stretch. The wind calmed to its gentle state, allowing the photo to float down slowly and land on the surface of the calm steady waves.

"Oh no! Oh no! Darn it! Oh now how am I to show people what he looks like so I can try to find him?" She asked her voice frustrated and with some worry in it as she seen the blue clear water so pristine and perfect looking move in steady rhythm, pulling the photo down under its sparkling surface with the wet weight of its life sustaining liquid.

Her sea green eyes closed as she sighed, removing her hand from the sunhat and as a soft wind blew once more it knocked loose some strains of a coppery light brown from under her hat. Opening her eyes she looked towards the docks they were nearing. There was no sense in fussing over a photo she just lost. She would just need to be able to describe the boy to people she would ask if they had ever seen him from ten years ago.

Once the ship would dock Arosa would grab her bag, walking down the ramp brought over and sighed, looking around the busy port of men transporting packages from ships to storage and from storage onto ships to be sent out. Inhaling deeply she then exhaled, sighing, eyes closing again as she cleared her mind, hoping she could do this after being gone for ten years.

Softly her white dress with gentle yellow lace and yellow designs sewed on it blew about her legs as the wind blew once more. Opening her eyes she gazed at the homes and businesses spread out before her that was connected by the cobblestones and bricks upon the ground forming the roads and sidewalks. Taking a step then another she began to step away from the ship and the dock so to be standing on solid ground. Listening to all the talking, shouting, and noise of work her mind began to hold doubt and think perhaps her father had actually been right of the boy being a dream and not real even before she could start looking.

Quickly she took a sharp breath and shook her head, looking a bit of a fool to those who stopped to stare, muttering to to themselves or who they were with asking if she were possessed before moving on, walking wide circles around her. Arosa's face reddened in embarrassment and quickly her legs carried her into the structures of homes and businesses to find a good spot to start, that was after she would get herself a room at the inn.

"Okay so now all I need to do is get myself a room then once I am settled there ask about at some of the businesses to see if they had seen or recall the boy I'm looking for. I wish I could had gotten his name or could remember if he had even told me it. Oh I hope it wasn't a dream." Arosa thought to herself as she made her way to the Inn.

Ten years earlier a fair had taken place while Arosa's mother lived. It was on that night of the fair she ran into a boy in his teens as she was at the time. They had small arguments but ended up having a wonderful time during the fair's festivities. It almost ended on a good note till Arosa had returned home to find her mother had passed. The boy comforted Arosa at the docks, watching fireworks go up and holding her close. Though when morning came she woke up alone at the docks on the pier, nothing else to remind her of the boy except the photo of the pair posing.

It was then she went over seas to live with her father in a country close to a style like England in ways. After having been plagued with questions on what happened to the boy she returned, hoping to show her father he was wrong about the boy being a dream and not real. She was sure the boy was real, had been real, that it had not been a dream that resulted in a false photograph of her and the boy she sought to find to thank for comforting her on the night her mother had passed.

Unknown to her as the photo sank lower and lower into the dark depths of the ocean the sound of waves crashing came to the air at a beach where a young man in a dark jacket, light gray shirt, jeans, and black boots stood, a hood up over his head to shadow it from sight in the moonlight. The waves coming up to kiss the sand left untouched. He stood staring at the ocean and two moons rising above the water's horizon line. Looking down he stared at a small object that washed upon the sandy surface. Moving quietly over he picked it up, staring at the wet photograph, grayed with traces of color, showing a teenage girl grinning using a teenage boys head as a prop.

He stared silent wondering where it came from. Looking back out to the ocean he would glance to the photograph once more before pulling out a rag and started to carefully wrap the went paper so to help dry it. The soft sound of ocean waves was welcoming till the sounds of vehicles and other such advancements came to his ears once more, a noise he had wished to escape from the city behind him, lit up for the nightly day all in place for the night owls that prowled about. Shaking his head he would start to turn his back slowly to the ocean, his mind trying to think of where the photograph came from out of the ocean as he wasn't aware of why someone would lose something that could had been precious to the ocean waves.

Taking his time he put his hands back inside of his pockets, closing his eyes some in thought as he walked away from the quiet, sweet sounds of the ocean to start his return up hill to the large city of technologies and such things that gave light to the night sky.