Sewer King - DC SI

Chapter 11: Renovations and Investigations (Part 2)

[Clock - 05:12 | 05:12 AM]
[Calendar - 13/01/2003]
[Location - Foundation Station - Old Gotham, Gotham City, New Jersey]

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Atlas groaned.

Stretching his sore muscles and casting [Prestidigitation] once more to make sure he was completely and utterly clean after going through the sewers of Gotham- after what he experienced, he has been feeling rather dirty. Waylon stopped for a moment, and Atlas was confused as to why, and that was when he remembered something: "Oh, right! Welcome to Foundation Station, Mr King Croc sir, this will be one of the entrance points to Croc Kingdom and a small community place that the homeless can gather." To Atlas, who was the one responsible for the changes in this place, the place wasn't that different from before- to Waylon, who was seeing the final result with only memories of how it looked before this whole renovation thing? It was a stark difference! Like two sides of those "before" and "after" photos you see on the internet. First thing you would notice as you entered the station, is that compared to the way in, the inside was way cleaner- there was no mold, no dust, no dirt, and no debris or pieces of concrete on the ground! In fact, the entire ceiling was also completely repaired almost as if it was never even damaged in the first place.

There were, previously, only three and a half quarters of pillars to sustain the weight of the world above, but under Atlas' meticulous and constant care- and his magic too, of course -there were now four whole pillars with two extra ones in a circular pattern around the abandoned subway station. Now, these pillars supported the weight of the ceiling, and the ceiling itself was also perfectly repaired and there was no a single sign of it being damaged anymore. These two aspects are already very significant changes, but the addition of two smooth gray stone pillars on the south and north side of the station? That is something weird but also incredible. These two 45 to 50 feet tall pillars of 20 feet thick stone touched both the ceiling and the ground and seemed like it was part of them, blending with them in a weird way.

Mistaking Waylon's silence for his disappointment with the lack of clear improvement on the whole place, Atlas tried to justify it: "Well, sorry for the lack of improvement, I've been kinda busy trying to figure out how to get you out of the nut house." Although he didn't mean to sound bitter, he was a little disappointed he couldn't do more to the place- I mean, all the did was clean it up ad repair the ceiling! He just had to cast [Levitate] on himself, and when the spell was going to end he would just land on one of the many wooden platforms that he had stuck to the walls and the six pillars. He used these platforms to rest and wait, and also to actually work on the pillars! He made those two from the excessive leftovers from repairing the other three pillars... He learned how to use [Move Earth] to excavate rocks and earth off of the ground with Baytor's help, then use the cantrip [Transmute Earth] to change the loose earth into a solid block of smooth stone, and with these blocks of stone he was able to repair the pillars with [Mending] and was able to make two new pillars by stacking them up one another and using [Mending] to fuse them together, the spell [Repair] also helped a lot where [Mending] could not work its magic. He did find out that this place led into one of Gotham's many, many natural caves that could be a good place to start a settlement. "I was thinking of maybe getting some greenery down here, but the lack of sunlight would make it really hard to properly upkeep them, but then I remembered I can make magical items that glow with the same properties as the light of the sun, and then I had an entire plan for a greenhouse and, well, I got really carried away with planning..."

Waylon kept quiet still- Is this real? His claws dragged softly against the wall, Atlas still on his arms as he held him. His claws scrapped off a pit of paper from an old poster- not the same one with the Flying Graysons, but one that was too old to distinguish whatever was once written on it.