A City Abuzz

There's an odd humming in the air

(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)

Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

A City Abuzz

Postby Ambrosia Alar on August 24th, 2017, 2:16 am

A City Abuzz

89th of Summer, 517 AV

Ambrosia didn’t like it. Ever since she had left her house, the air had been alive with some foreign hum that she had never heard before. So subtle that it lay just in one’s notice but never identifiable, the hum seemed to permeate everything while coming from nowhere. Or everywhere. Ambrosia couldn’t tell which, and that made it all the more disconcerting. The sound was so disembodied and so omnipresent that Ambrosia wasn’t certain if it was coming from somewhere else at all or if it was coming from somewhere within her. She didn’t like it, but the noise wasn’t the worst part.

The worst, most terrifying thing about it, the part that made it most ominous, was the fact that the streets were empty. Ever since she stepped through the front door of her home, the air had been void of all the usual noises- the bustle of activity, the chatter of people, the creak of carts in the streets. There was nothing subtle about the silence, the absence of almost everything. The nothingness was pervasive. All encompassing.

Ambrosia wanted company. She wanted someone to break this eerie monotony. Anyone would do. She was actually on her way to the Stallion’s Rear for work, but the streets weren’t being kind. Usually they led her wherever she needed to go with little detouring. Usually. Ionu or Alvadas or whoever, whatever, was in charge was in a funny mood. If she got to where she was heading, she could shake this haunting feeling of- She wasn’t sure what of. It was difficult to put into words. Of what? Of…

Loneliness.

Ambrosia hadn’t realized how much she needed people until she didn’t have them. The oddest part was that they didn’t even have to be interacting with her. All she needed from them was their presence. What she wouldn’t have given for a friend right then.

A different buzz began, and this one had a direction. It was somewhere off to her left, but when she turned, it was to her left again. Three more times, she searched for the source of the new noise and found herself facing in the same direction and with no more answers than she had started with. Calming her fraying nerves, she waited for the buzz to come again. Once more, the new hum came, but this time, her pocket vibrated when it did.

Reaching into her pocket, she felt the prickling sensation of insect legs crawling on to her finger. When she pulled out the hand, she saw a familiar black and yellow body. “You cheeky, little-”

Holding the small creature close up to her face, she was certain it was the one she had saved several times from drowning in a cup of wine nearly half the season ago. His drunken stumble was familiar enough and said he was still nursing a little something from last night.

“How long have you been getting drunk for free?”

The little bee buzzed his wings contentedly, took one step forward, and fell on to his side, tumbling down into her palm.
User avatar
Ambrosia Alar
"The kid's got smiles for days."
 
Posts: 84
Words: 79821
Joined roleplay: September 28th, 2014, 2:54 pm
Race: Human
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 2
Mizahar Mentor (1) Donor (1)

A City Abuzz

Postby Ambrosia Alar on November 26th, 2017, 4:08 am

“Well, aren’t you just the most useless thing ever?” Curling her fingers around him to keep him from falling out of her grasp, she sighed and tried to make her way to the Rear. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere you can get properly smashed.”

The creature in her hand buzzed angrily until she opened her hand. When she did, she could swear the little bee was glaring at her.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she defended herself loudly, before realizing she was talking to a bee. She dropped her voice before going on. “I meant smashed as in drunk.”

Buzzing its wings contentedly once more, the bee tipped back over on to its side. Once more, Ambrosia curled a loose fist around him to keep him safe. Usually, the path to work was practically laid out for her, but today, it wasn’t just the hum that was odd. The illusions themselves seemed foreign, like they belonged to a city that wasn’t Alvadas. Nothing led to where it was supposed to. Already, she had followed a rolling keg of beer down one road halfway across the city, only to have it move a street over and head in the opposite direction. Beer suds began to fizz up out of chimneys a little way down the road, and Ambrosia followed that obvious illusion. Twenty chimes later, she was still walking, and the familiar murmur of the inhabitants of the Rear couldn’t be heard.

One thing could be heard though. That hum. And it had changed. While it still came from everywhere, it was growing from a certain direction, from behind her. That alone was disconcerting enough, but she found it to be even more so that it followed her when the illusions began to lead her down a different road. As she traveled another few chimes, the hum became more distinct which, in the back of her mind, Ambrosia knew meant it was getting closer. The nearer it came, the more the hum changed. First, it became a buzz, and then, individual clicks could be heard.

As curious as Ambrosia always was, this was one mystery she didn’t want an answer to. Still, she turned to face the noise, and what she found confused her at first. A cloud was building and darkening in the sky, but it didn’t move with the breeze. When she finally realized what it was, she tensed, and the bee in her fist began to buzz incessantly. Insects. The cloud coming toward her was made of insects, and it seemed to have taken a particular interest in her.

Turning to the nearest door, she pounded on it with her empty fist. “Let me in.”

Her shouts went unheard or ignored; she couldn’t tell which with the silence that responded. There was no shifting beyond it. As quickly as she could, Ambrosia tried the next three doors, all with the same result. Nothing. No one answered her plea for help. The cloud moved with astonishing speed, and it was getting too close for comfort.

Abandoning any hope that may have lied beyond those doorways, Ambrosia’s feet hit the street running. Most days, she had no cause to run, every day, in fact. She had the will to run and the will to survive, but her body didn’t have the strength or the know-how. Not even twenty houses down the road, her lungs began to burn. Her legs, which had already felt clumsy under her before, felt suddenly burdened, as if she was wading through water. Another four times that distance, and the muscles in her legs began to burn, too. Still, she didn’t stop. Ambrosia fought through the burn and kept on, but when she looked behind her, she saw all her running had been for nothing. Clicking, buzzing, and humming, the cloud was almost upon her, and Ambrosia could pick out individual insects among the mass.

Knowing she wasn’t going to outrun them, she ran into a sheltered doorway, thinking she might somehow be able to defend herself if the swarm only came at her from one direction. In her hand, the bee buzzed angrily again, trying to escape.

Holding her hand to her face, Ambrosia hissed at him. “If I let you go, they’ll kill you.”

Pain, sharp and sudden and fierce like the cut of broken glass, shot across her palm.

“Shit.” She opened her hand and sucked at the stinger in the center of her hand.

Drifting lazily toward the swarm, the little bee in its stupor seemed to forget where it was going and turned back toward Ambrosia. One of the front flyers of the swarm sped its way toward Ambrosia, but at the last moment, the bee darted into its path. Chitin struck chitin with a crack that could be heard above the general hubbub of the cloud, and the insect fell to the ground in front of Ambrosia, its head half-dissevered. Just to be certain, Ambrosia crushed the insect with palm of her good hand.

The little bee floated between her and the swarm, listing like the drunk he was.

WC=851
User avatar
Ambrosia Alar
"The kid's got smiles for days."
 
Posts: 84
Words: 79821
Joined roleplay: September 28th, 2014, 2:54 pm
Race: Human
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 2
Mizahar Mentor (1) Donor (1)


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 0 guests