E
EquinoxSol
Guest
Original poster
Synopsis: A world in which magic and steampunk collide. Wizardry is a common art, and, although not many possess the gift, the ones that do don't have much power at all. They can cast a few illumination spells or cause a spark at their fingertips, but that's it. A few children, however, are particularly gifted, and the tyrannical government has gotten wind of them. In order to escape the grasp of the assassins dispatched to wipe them out, the kids must scramble across a steampunk, post-apocalyptic world in search for freedom, liberty, and justice.
-----
Auberon
The day had started normally enough. Auberon had woken up early, and had taken a bath before he decided to leave his father's house. He walked to the small shop he worked at that was situated at one of Gravity City's many air docks, and got to work. The shop he worked at was an airship repair shop, and, while he couldn't exactly use his powers there, the pay was decent and he was able to get out of his father's house.
That dark place was one that Auberon hated staying in. Work was much better.
His father...didn't understand his powers. They had developed soon after his mother died, when he was seven, but he hadn't really known what to do with them until he turned thirteen. He could manipulate electricity, bend it to his will. He could take the electricity out of anything powered by it and become a sort of battery for unpowered objects. It was a great power, as long as he didn't use it near the dirigibles. That normally would cause an explosion, and dirigibles weren't cheap, so he had to repress his powers as much as he could when he was working at the shop. When his father learned of his powers, he nearly kicked him out. He didn't trust magic, least of all those special few that were able to do more than light their finger on fire.
As Auberon walked to the shop, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, like there were unseen eyes watching him. It made him nervous, and he wanted to turn back and go home. Still, he refused to let a feeling take him away from his paycheck. Brushing back his long dark hair, he forced himself to keep walking, his boots making soft noises against the pavement.
Soon, he came upon a familiar alley that he would have to walk through in order to get to the shop. A bit worried about going through it given the feeling he had, he made a face before he walked into it, his shoulders tensed and his body prepared for anything.
Then, he heard footsteps from behind. Before he could turn to face it, he was grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall. Momentarily stunned, he blinked at the assailant, a scream rising in his throat. A knife was swiftly pressed against his throat, and the scream died, leaving Auberon staring wide-eyed at the man. Before the knife could be pressed into the soft skin of his throat, he took a deep breath and let his electricity course through him. It flowed from his fingertips and into the man, who collapsed to the ground, the knife clattering against the pavement.
Moving away from the wall, Auberon gazed down at the man, who was slowly but steadily getting to his feet. Cursing, he saw a familiar insignia on the man's shirt: a triangle inscribed in a circle with GC in the middle. This man worked for the government. Confusion immediately filled him, and Auberon nervously stepped forward as he let his power flow through him and into his fingertips once again. Biting his bottom lip, he placed his hand firmly against the man's back, and let electricity flow into him. The man collapsed once more and Auberon took his hand away, taking a deep breath. He reached down and placed a couple fingers at the man's neck. There was a steady pulse there. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Auberon turned and ran into the streets, suddenly terrified.
If the government was sending out assassins, then he had to run, get himself safe.
Once Auberon was on the streets again, he ran for the shop, taking the long way there. Maybe, he could grab some supplies there, or even 'borrow' a dirigible. At least, he decided, he would be safe for a little while.
-----
-----
Auberon
The day had started normally enough. Auberon had woken up early, and had taken a bath before he decided to leave his father's house. He walked to the small shop he worked at that was situated at one of Gravity City's many air docks, and got to work. The shop he worked at was an airship repair shop, and, while he couldn't exactly use his powers there, the pay was decent and he was able to get out of his father's house.
That dark place was one that Auberon hated staying in. Work was much better.
His father...didn't understand his powers. They had developed soon after his mother died, when he was seven, but he hadn't really known what to do with them until he turned thirteen. He could manipulate electricity, bend it to his will. He could take the electricity out of anything powered by it and become a sort of battery for unpowered objects. It was a great power, as long as he didn't use it near the dirigibles. That normally would cause an explosion, and dirigibles weren't cheap, so he had to repress his powers as much as he could when he was working at the shop. When his father learned of his powers, he nearly kicked him out. He didn't trust magic, least of all those special few that were able to do more than light their finger on fire.
As Auberon walked to the shop, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, like there were unseen eyes watching him. It made him nervous, and he wanted to turn back and go home. Still, he refused to let a feeling take him away from his paycheck. Brushing back his long dark hair, he forced himself to keep walking, his boots making soft noises against the pavement.
Soon, he came upon a familiar alley that he would have to walk through in order to get to the shop. A bit worried about going through it given the feeling he had, he made a face before he walked into it, his shoulders tensed and his body prepared for anything.
Then, he heard footsteps from behind. Before he could turn to face it, he was grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall. Momentarily stunned, he blinked at the assailant, a scream rising in his throat. A knife was swiftly pressed against his throat, and the scream died, leaving Auberon staring wide-eyed at the man. Before the knife could be pressed into the soft skin of his throat, he took a deep breath and let his electricity course through him. It flowed from his fingertips and into the man, who collapsed to the ground, the knife clattering against the pavement.
Moving away from the wall, Auberon gazed down at the man, who was slowly but steadily getting to his feet. Cursing, he saw a familiar insignia on the man's shirt: a triangle inscribed in a circle with GC in the middle. This man worked for the government. Confusion immediately filled him, and Auberon nervously stepped forward as he let his power flow through him and into his fingertips once again. Biting his bottom lip, he placed his hand firmly against the man's back, and let electricity flow into him. The man collapsed once more and Auberon took his hand away, taking a deep breath. He reached down and placed a couple fingers at the man's neck. There was a steady pulse there. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Auberon turned and ran into the streets, suddenly terrified.
If the government was sending out assassins, then he had to run, get himself safe.
Once Auberon was on the streets again, he ran for the shop, taking the long way there. Maybe, he could grab some supplies there, or even 'borrow' a dirigible. At least, he decided, he would be safe for a little while.
-----