Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-17970636-20151110184818/@comment-7489529-20151111171642

"...call me Al."

Albastru Aripa surveyed the room. A ragtag group of people, roughly his age, were shaking off the grogginess of unconsciousness and getting their bearings. Deciding to do the same, Al attached the spiked tools to his feet, and leapt onto a nearby pillar. Climing steadily, he leapt onto a catwalk, then through a hole in the roof. Emerging onto the rooftop, Albastru stared around. The city he was in was a wasteland, barren of life. Looking down, he saw one of the others emerging from the doors. Silently watching, Al began to think. What had happened? Why was the city barren? His head was full of mysteries, hopefully ones he could make sense of.