Stratious Cities (perm discontinued)

Why do you go about defining, good, and evil?

𝗢𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝘄, 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟰 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝗱, 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲.

𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 :𝗗

𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻. 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.

𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀.

(𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀)

Phil blinked his eyes repeatedly, letting his eyes adjust to the new surroundings, he sat up and stretched his wings, looking around him. suddenly a loud alarm went off, startling Phil, he stood up, wings outstretched incase of emergency as strange people circled him.

Phil looked up hoping he could fly out, but was met with two people, flying above him. Phil drew his sword, quickly throwing on his armor before getting into a fighting stance, he was NOT going to go down easily.

-𝗣𝗼𝘃 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂-

Deku watched from his classroom window as the intruder stood defensively against the pros.

'i wonder how they got here, they seemed to be passed out when they first arrived. was that an act or are they lost? i guess i can ask when they get taken inside for questioning' 

Deku went back to writing in his notebook, studying the 'intruder' and writing observations and possible quirks on the page izuku had made on them. Izuku was always the kid who liked to observe people and learn about they're weaknesses and strengths so when he was a hero, he could use those weaknesses and strengths to help defend the city from villains.

Deku's focus on the new person being brought into the School, kicking and fighting, when lida tapped him on the shoulder. "Midoria, shouldn't you be focusing on the work mr. Aizawa assigned? this is very crucial to keep your grades up so you may graduate, this school isn't just about learning to be a hero."

-𝗣𝗼𝘃 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝗼-

Ranboo paced outside of Techno's house, nervously fiddling with his fingers while Techno looked around Phil's hardcore world, they knew he wasn't dead because no message came up, he just... disappeared. Phil said he would send an update whenever he met a checkpoint, and he should have made it to the city by now.

Ranboo stopped pacing and started heading to the end portal using a nether path Phil had built, because Techno, Ranboo, and Tubbo didn't really know how to use an elytra yet, and didn't plan on learning any time soon.

He hopped through the end portal and swam over to the wall, standing on it and hoping he could maybe see Phil? Ranboo knew this wasn't possible as Phil was all the way at the end, world border, but it brought Ranboo a bit of comfort.

Ranboo heard a ping and opened up the control screen, reading chat.

Technoblade- No luck guys, ran all the way to the world border and no sign of phil being anywhere recently.

Tubbo- i went looking in the nether and found nothing, any sign in the end Ranboo?

Ranboo- no, end looks untouched, and it's really laggy from entity cramming in the enderman grinder. No sign of Phil.

Technoblade- are we sure Phil is online? he could have left the world for awhile to go work on a private world.

Ranboo- no Techno, we would have seen a message. i've been watching chat all day and looking through past chat, there was no leaving message.

Tubbo- awwwwwwwwwww, are we gonna lave to go back to the dsmp? that's the only place he could have gone without a leaving message in chat.

Ranboo- maybe Tubbo, i mean, where else could he have gone????

Technoblade- maybe we should stop talking and actually DO something y'know.

Ranboo sighed, he hated travelling back to the dsmp. bad memories were left there, ones that Ranboo didn't want to come back up to haunt him.

Ranboo messed with the control panel and typed in the warp to the dsmp.

-𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘮𝘱"-

-𝗣𝗼𝘃 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹-

Phil sat in the chair glaring at the mirror, he wasn't dumb, it was obviously one of those two sided mirrors you see in crime shows. he fiddled with the cuffs he had on, attempting to slip one hand out, with no success Phil went back to glaring at the mirror. 'why are they keeping me in here? they said something about me being a villain'

Phil let out a huff, his wings were cramped from being pressed against his back for so long and nobody had come into the room in hours.

Phil sighed.

'Why must they go defining good and evil?'

𝗛𝗶! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲.

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