Ripplings in New Arisen

[Nation of Rebelion]

New Arisen. The Capitol City of the planet Ash, in the Phoenix System. Big enough to appear on interstellar charts, but small enough that people forget its even there. Its a political, and economic hub for its cluster, with huge sprawling slums, and beautiful extravagant palaces for the rich. With everything in between. Millions of stories to be told here. Some big, so big they encompass the greater population of the planet. Some small, with unfortunate wisp on the air that wont be heard.

Downtown New Arisen
Blows landed on the chest of young scrappy werewolfen. They were barely felt. This was the fifth fight Anston had got in today, and he really didnt feel like losing this one. As the punches landed he went into a rage, the kind that gave werewolfens such a stigma in this area. Welcoming the punches his body relaxed for a moment, just long enough for the other werewolfen to be off balance. This guy was a drunk, a pissed off one at that. The reason this guy even started the fight was because Anston started accidently dripping blood on him as he walked through the run down restaurant. Giant, this guy was, even for a werewolfen.

When Anston finally felt him go off balance he dug both of his hands, claws first, into his arms. Anston left nothing back and his claws penetrated into the thick hide. He wrenched downward, and before a howl of pain escaped that guys mouth they spun into a heap on the ground breaking a table and several chairs. The drunkard started to shake his head in a dizzy stupor, attempting to snap back to the fight. His vision was blurry, but colorful. Then blackness and a solid thud. Then another, and another, and another. He was getting railed on and Anston was going crazy. After a dozen or so wild swings he stopped and grabbed this drunk asshole by the head and heaved him over his shoulder and threw him across the room and knocked him across the bar.

By this time people had cleared out. Apparently this particular drunkard had a reputation for damaging bar fights and they knew well to clear out. Which was good in this case, because Anston let loose a roar so primal it shook the support beams of the restaurant. He was close enough to the flailing drunk, who was trying and failing to even get an arm under his weight, that his bellow burst the werewolfens ears and they started to bleed. The drunkard couldnt take anymore and the pressure wave from the roar sent him on his back. He wasnt getting up again any time soon.

Anston staggered back, taking several steps. Red was no longer dominating his vision. He was panting. His four lungs couldnt take in enough air. He ran. He took off. Sprinting to a safe location, away from everyone. His mind was going a million miles a second.

[Nation of Rebelion]

(This is open to space faring Nations. Just you cant RP more than a couple of characters, and you cant involve your nation as a whole. These are singular stories, that will interact with each other in various ways.)

[Orwyn]

Streets of Downtown New Arisen

Walking the streets of this expansive city was Edwin; he was a new arrival to the city from the Necron Empire. However his arrival was not one done of his own free will. To say the least Edwin was the troublemaker in his family some would say maybe an embarrassment. While normally this would cause few problems, Edwin happened to be a member of a Noble Family in Orwyn. This meant the young man would attract attention that was unwanted. He was given a choice you could call it, he could stay in the Empire and take up residence in some distant backwater colony world and leave his noble heritage behind. Or he could go on what his father called a growth quest, where he would be sent into the universe to do as he wishes outside the reach of the Imperial Media, only to return when he could prove himself.

Now Edwin was not an idiot, he quickly chose the quest thing since his father would continue to supply him with his usual stipend and he would have the chance to return and secure his father’s position for himself. For this to work best for him Edwin picked a place no one would look for him, and he could do the least possible and have the greatest reward. If all went to plan he would stay gone long enough for his actions to become old news, maybe a year or two and he would relax and call it a vacation.

Now while Edwin could get into the high society sections of this city it became clear they were not where he belonged. The clubs and bars of the upper class came across as stuffy and ridged. And worst of all they could not serve a proper drink to save their lives. He had managed to make his way to a bar that looked like it had gone through a major disaster right before his arrival hoping to find what he was looking for there.

[Nation of Rebelion]

James Fallore was walking down the street. He was a well off kid, had few actual worries when it came to his future or money or anything similar. This came solely from the fact this his parents had several extremely successful businesses and interests. Jimmy here knew of his life of luxury, and as much as he hated for it to show he knew it did. And so he did his best to conceal, and to try and earn things on his own with his own effort. This made his parents both proud, and ashamed. They were indeed proud of efforts, and his determination. However they did more than unappreciated just how he was going about these things.

On more than one occasion hed be out on the streets helping homeless people, handing out change or cash. Helping in homeless shelters, volunteering for cleaning up the city of trash and filth. Mingling with those of a lower economic class than he was born into. They felt embarrassed that he spent so much time with the "Punks" and the "disgusting" and the "uncivilized". He didnt give two shits about that though, and he wasnt afraid of letting them know it. The only reason why they tolerated it so was because he kept his grades high, and they figured it would look when applying for higher education or for a high level job. He cared little for either, his concern was the betterment of as many people as he could help. Money and power had their uses, and used properly he could help out alot. But in and of themselves they were hollow shells.

It was because of this that he spent so much time outside of the city center. Away from the suits and the briefcases and the fancy watches and expensive cars. He loathed the extravagance. People were dying diseased and hungry not 10 miles away, and they were sipping expensive champagnes and complaining about how the help cant clean the house perfectly pristine.

And so he was trumping through the city streets to go to his favored watering hole only to find a crowd had gathered around. The police, ambulance, and firetrucks were already coming in. This assembly of public servants didnt quite peak his interest, however, as much as one of the bystanders. Someone from Orwyn. Moreover someone of high standing in Orwyn society. There was quite a discernible difference. The clothes, the expression, the stance. Most of all the smell. This one was not of this part of town, let alone this planet. James was curious, he walked into the crowd. He was the odd one out, werewolfens were by no means rare, but they tend not be so separate from their own kind. Not out of hate or bigotry however. Moreso there exist almost no species that they can truly fully communicate with, so they feel somewhat inexpressive with others and this can be distressing for a species that tends maintain its pack.

He stood by the Owynian. "Any ideas what happened here?" James questioned. He was taking in whiffs, and listening all around. Wood and alcohol permeated the air. He could see busted furniture inside the restaurant, and surmised that the strong smell of wood was probably from the dust and splinters of said furniture breaking.

[Orwyn]

Edwin had taken note of the werewolfen approaching, they were noticeable to say the least. He did hope that the werewolfen was not well connected with Orwyn society or Edwin's plan to hide out here would come to a quick end. He tried to blend into the crowd as best he could knowing the only way to hide in the crowd was to just not be something the werewolfen wanted to find...a task in which he failed. He was noticed and now he just has to go with it and present the best face he can. Edwin takes a moment to compose himself before turning to face the werewolfen.

"I can't say I know what happened, whatever it was it has ruined one of the few places to get away from the society snobs."

[Nation of Rebelion]

"You might not be from around here, but you do have good taste it would seem." James looked around, a smell had caught his attention. It was of the attacker. That he was certain of as the EMTs were escorting a giant beast of a Werewolfen onto a stretcher into an ambulance. The scent was distinctly Werewolfen. Alot of... Frustation? James couldnt tell, but it was strong and it left a strong trail away from the bar.

"Not that I can blame you, but whats your beef with high society? Theyve got a lot more nice places. And they dont get fucked up quite like this. At least most of the time..." He chuckled as he recalled an eventful night in one of the grand ballrooms in the better part of town. "You seem better suited to such places." James looked the Qrwynian up and down.




Anston finally stopped. He was in the middle of a park, trees and playgrounds and trails surrounded him. He was panting, but his nerves were finally calming down. His thoughts were starting to slow down, they were only going several hundred miles an hour instead of a million. He looked around and found a bench to sit on. And so he did. He was thinking on what he should do next.

Normally hed worry about someone recognizing him and calling the police to come in. But in the bar that he was at, and at that part of town those fears were not present in his mind.

[Orwyn]

"Nicer does not always mean better, and from what I have seen here the society types are not like they are at home. They seek to be separate from the people they feel they are better then. Why because of my privileged birth think I am better then anyone else? Because I am going to inherit a title passed down my family for hundreds of years, thats not good enough. Just because one day I might have a title I will still not be better then the lowest man."

As he finished the little speech realized he was starting to sound like his father. While Orwyn was known in the Empire for having vast social programs to close income gaps and help the worst off, the entire empire did not follow suit. While yes Edwins father was a noble in Orwyn he had never gotten the coveted appointed to the Imperial Nobles Council. He did try to run for a seat in the Elders Council every time one came up but nobles find it hard to win those seats. Now Edwin was not rebelling against his fathers ideas he just didn't want to be in politics yet.

"Now sir I never did get your name I am Edwin."