Plasmatropolis (Un-cursed) [OLD]

The Beginning of Chaos

It had been seven years since the Droug, a villainous race of alien robots, had invaded the city of Plasmatropolis. The Droug had taken the city by force and attempted to enslave many of its residents, who were caught off guard by the superior technology of the extra-terrestrial invaders. A militia headed by the now well-respected group of animators known as Black Plasma Studios had formed against the invaders and combatted them. One of the Studio's members, Samuel Kyber, managed to destroy the Droug leader, and in the process, defeat the Droug and save the city. Ever since then, BPS became local heroes, and the city had rebuilt itself to be even greater than it was before.

Despite this, problems remained. A few months after the Droug invasion, secretive crime gangs began forming in the city. They were of a species known as the 'Ardoni' and there were five gangs - the Sendaris, Kaltaris, Nestoris, Mendoris, and Voltaris 'clans'. Despite the efforts of law enforcement and BPS to stop these groups from rising, they quickly gained influence, and plenty of tension and even occasional fights would happen in Plasmatropolis between the gangs.

However, the most interesting thing that came out of this situation was how the leader of the Voltaris gang, Ingressus, had befriended a member of the Nestoris gang known as Achillean, and had been close for a long time. This friendship has been straining both gangs, and if something were to go wrong between the two of them, conflict would surely emerge between said gangs, a conflict so great that it could send Plasmatropolis spiralling into chaos worse than the alien invasions had caused.

At the moment, Ingressus and Achillean were at a restaurant in Plasmatropolis, both dressed fairly casually.

"Ingressus, what shall we have to eat here?" Achillean asked. "What is your favourite food?"

"Did you forget, already?" His tone was jesting, as he hadn't mentioned it at all before.

"You've never told me-"

"I'm just joking, it's-"

"Is it tide pods?" Achillean asked.

"I wouldn't intentionally poison myself, I'm not that stupid."

"Poison free tide pods?"

"Are there even poison free tide pods?"

"I'm not actually sure."

"Either way, no, I like spaghetti."

"I do love spaghetti myself," Achillean interjected.

A waiter arrived at their table, seeming slightly apprehensive at the sight of their exposed markings and glowing horns.

"What would you like to order?" The waiter asked.

"Spaghetti." Achillean told him.

"Do you want a drink, or a side, or an appetizer-"

"No, just spaghetti."

"Oh... okay." The waiter left.

Achillean observed the room of customers. He observed a couple eating a meal, a lonely female human drinking iced tea and a group of teenagers laughing together while ripping apart chicken wings and cheesy pizza. Their waiter from earlier came back to their table, a plate of spaghetti balanced on his arm. His expression was hesitant, as he placed the dish on their table.

"Thank you." Achillean said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and left briskly. The spaghetti smelled good, freshly cooked. Ingressus looked up and saw a band hauling their instruments onto a stage in the corner.

"Looks like they're gonna play music while we eat." Ingressus commented.

"I wonder what kind of music they play." Achillean wondered.