Atlantis Metropolis – Currently looming over the middle of the Pacific Ocean
2342 – January 16 – Evening
The mighty city looms high above the waves of the Pacific. In truth, to call it a city is an absolute understatement; it is far more magnificent and grand than that. While at its heart is a city that is – was – booming with life and commerce, it is what surrounds the city that is truly a wonder far beyond magic and science. Spanning an area far larger than all other metropolitan areas of the world, a floating city is surrounded by a truly lush and diverse geography of every conceivable environment from around the world. Deserts, Snowfields, and Jungles, to name a few such settings, exist side by the side of immense mountains surrounding the city. Likewise, smaller cities are spread far and wide surrounding the cosmopolitan heart, each bringing with them a unique culture and taste to the grand design of Atlantis. The most amazing part is that this miraculous ecosystem in itself is part of another superstructure; that it is built on the foundations of the great floating island known as Atlantis, hovering thousands of meters above the Ocean. It is a wonder, then, why such a magnificent spectacle is all but abandoned of life.
The truth is that living in Atlantis is the greatest privilege any of the adorable denizens of Moe Moe Land can hope to achieve. It is situated as an ever moving fortress representing the pinnacle of humanity and its achievement of connecting their world with the Root, and the place where the miracle first occurred 51 Akasshic War Cycles ago. It is thus the capital city of the entire world, and the site where every Akasshic War Cycle occurs. A cycle that must be repeated every 50 years to ensure Moe Moe Land’s link to Akasha remains firm and strong. With the coming of every Akasshic War Cycle, the cities of Atlantis are vacated from these premises, with exception to some volunteers, those who would record the spectacle, the supervisor of the War Cycle, and the Masters and Servants of the War…
There was still a week before the contestants were allowed to begin fighting with one another. These Servant and Master pairs would fight in a battle royale in order to see the Cycle come to fruition, as their sacrifice will pave way for the re-opening of Akasha until only one pair remains. While one would expect that such an event would be fulfilled by the sacrifices of those trivial to society at large, the truth couldn’t be further. The truth is, every War Cycle, thousands of the world’s wealthiest and finest volunteer themselves to become Masters of the War. It has become a great spectacle where the elite compete with one another to the bitter end, and a grand theatre for the billions around the world who will be watching this event unfold from their comfortable homes. The Servant Master pair who wins the War Cycle will emerge as the new Rulers of the entire world…
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Forest City
Atlantis’ Core is surrounded by a ring of land split into 8 sections. Each section is thus governed by the city at its heart, and each of these cities would report to the Core’s governance. The northernmost section of the ring was a place known as the deep forest. A city protected by castle walls reaching the mountains loomed visibly ahead the deep forest of Atlantis. The walls did not serve a purpose to protect the city as Atlantis was devoid of real war, but instead serve as landmark. Inside the walls were thousands of units of apartments that have now been emptied. On the highest floor of the tallest skyscraper was a penthouse of immeasurable class and technology. Inside, Naomi sat calmly on a black leather sofa with a cup of tea on her lap. Sitting beside her was a regally armored shota, with a mighty blade sheathed at his side. He looked as if he were the fragile looking loli’s bodyguard, with a dutiful and stern look to his adorable face. He was the Servant who was summoned under the class of Saber.
Mountain City
To the east of the deep forest was the great mountain area. The mountains formed a wall encasing a beautiful city that was crawling with traditional buildings of Eastern Asian architecture. Kyoko was given a Japanese style castle to make himself comfortable before the war began. Frankly, it was too big for him, and he didn’t know what he would do with all the empty rooms. He was used to company back at home, and he wasn’t sure why he kept on cleaning the massive house despite the fact that he was only sharing this house with one other. Perhaps it was a lingering habit from when he was still serving the main Suzuki house. He headed upstairs to the balcony, hoping to this time be able to strike up a conversation with his Servant, Archer. She had been staring into the distance for the past 2 hours now. His beautiful, shoulder length pink hair fluttered as the shota loli gracefully walked up the stairs.
Jungle City
The deep forest extended into a Jungle of thick trees and moisture in the west. Following the path would eventually lead to a city that encompassed much land, but not much height. A Chapel sat at the city’s heart, wherein a suspicious looking loli was sharpening knives by the dozens. It wasn’t only knives, however. The entire chapel had been turned into an armory filled with conceptual weaponry, each one enchanted and majestic, but clearly designed to kill. The loli sharpening the knives, however, looked like she couldn’t be happier maintaining her arsenal of her personal treasures. She smiled and hummed as sparks flew over metal, and would occasionally ask her Lancer to help her with her errands before remembering that he was absolutely appalling at this sort of business. Still, he was handsome, strong, and approachable, and so even if he was useless with helping Shoko maintain her weapons, he at least served for some tasty eye candy.
Plains City
The easternmost point of the Core’s ring was a plain that led to what was undoubtedly the largest city aside from Atlantis’ core itself. A modern cosmopolitan with elements of a nomadic past embedded with the landmarks of the city, its flavor was a fusing of the old and new to create a unique blend of taste. While he was given permission to use the entire city as he wished, Ellie chose to stay in a simple house near the outskirts of the city because it reminded him of home. Rider did not agree with his choice of lodging, and so took it within herself to stay over at the mayor’s mansion instead. Despite their differences in taste and personality, the two got along surprisingly well…
Island City
To the westernmost point of Atlantis’ ring was an immense lake that reflected the bright sun with vigor. At the heart of the lake was a lone and beautiful island city, without a bridge leading into it. To an outsider, this would look odd, and would make the Island appear as a faraway fantasy left only to the dreams, but the truth was accessing the City would use an underground passage, in order to preserve to mysterious feeling of the island (and increase tourism thereto). A loli dressed conservatively to an inconceivable extreme was taking a stroll near the rims of the City, where it was often advertised in the brochures as being the most beautiful. Agatha felt that for once, the brochures didn’t lie. Caster was too busy making preparations for the war in her workshop, and so chose not to accompany her Master on her stroll. The war wouldn’t start for another week, anyways, so there was no need to worry about her right now.
River City
The lake lead to a large river to its south; the river that connected 3 sections of the ring together. This section of the ring had its city built to honour the great river, and so its buildings were all built at the coast of the River, with bridges and towers creating a long and complex network that made for one of the most unique settings in the world. Beside the river, a tiny loli sat on a floating chair, obviously dissatisfied with something. She had hoped to get some rest and peace of mind before the fighting would begin the next week, but her Berserker would not shut up. He was cute beyond all compare for a shota, yes, and her Master had swooned for him when he was first summoned. At least, for the first 10 minutes before it decided to open its mouth. Weren’t Berserkers supposed to be mechanical Servants who would obey so long as you can supply the mana cost? So why wouldn’t this one shut up? And why could it only talk to its Master about how absolutely and undeniably awesome he is?
Snow City
At the southernmost point of the ring, where the river freezes and ends, is a land of white for as far as the eyes can see. The ground was fluffy with pure white and untainted snow, and the path and river both served a trail towards the warm looking city in the horizon. This was the only place that snow fell in the Atlantis Metropolis, and was it ever a delightful sight to behold. Hlaðguðr didn’t enjoy the scene in particular, but nor did she hate it either. Strange enough, she felt like she could understand the inanimate snow better than she could understand most people. At least Assassin seemed to enjoy the snow. It was sitting atop the tallest tower of the city, closest to the cold origin of the snow. It seemed to make her feel comfortable; as if the cold itself was offering her solace before the inevitable storm.
Atlantis Core
The supervisor merely was pretty eager for upcoming event. It’s almost been 50 years since the last Akasshic War Cycle, and he hadn’t felt as alive since the last Cycle had ended. Despite coming out of the last Cycle as the winner and subsequently becoming the King of the World, it was much less satisfying than he had first imagined it would be. His comrades from 50 years ago now only lingered in his memories, and he had promised them that he would protect the world to the best of his ability in their honour. But that was a duty that was not his own desire; though his accomplishments were plenty, and the people of the world all loved and adored him, he was not satisfied. There was still a week until the Masters were allowed to begin fighting, but they were still allowed to wander around Atlantis as they desired. He was surprised to hear that each Master had spent their time until now in their own designated cities, but he would see them in person eventually. He was looking quite forward to being able to talk to each Master of the war. Hopefully at least once, before they would undoubtedly disappear for the sake of the future.