district 6. Graveyard district.<br/><br/>Necronus was leaning against a headstone. It would seem today would be they day he reunited with his siblings. He was quite anxious about this, so he had come here to the graveyards. This place had been his home for the last few years, and he felt a sort of inexplicable connection to the place. He gazed upon the many graves around him. It was quite probable every single one of them had been disturbed by his power at some point or another. At first, these had been crude tests to test the limits of his powers. Later on however, he did it simply to have someone to talk to. Not all risen were equally responsive. Some had decayed to the point of only barely even perceiving Necronus' words, let alon talk back. Other however, were the other end of the spectrum. These were oftentimes the freshly interred or the embalmed. They could attentively listen to Necronus' thoughts and grievances and even respond.<br/><br/>However, there had always been something missing from even the most prisitne of risen. It wasn't quite explicable, but they lacked the spark of life. It could be seen in their unseeing eyes. In their rather awkward way of talking, and by the fact that they simply slumped back into death once Necronus released his grip on them.<br/><br/>Sighing, he stood up. He looked over an ornate grave. It was quite a familiar one. It was the one where his mother had been interred. It had taken quite some trickery and subterfuge to prevent this final place of rest from being desecrated by the emperor's light in their maddened pursuit of Necronus and his siblings. It was quite comforting to be able to talk to her from time to time, though he always knew in his heart that what he was talking to wasn't really his mother, but simply a vestige of her, created from leftover brain matter and enforced reanimation.<br/><br/>And with that final thought, he set off towards what was supposed to be a happy family reunion.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>District 1: Royal district.<br/><br/>Ghost laughed at the sight she was beholding. It was amazing what you could find out about people when they thought themselves alone. In her years of seperation from her siblings, Ghost had learned and perfected daring and acrobatic feats. She had lived like an undetected noblewoman along the corrupt and incompetent nobility. She had been both marveled and disgusted at the debauchery and waste of perfectly good food that often occured in one of the many parties that the aristocrats threw. Though she had to admit she occasionally joined in on those, if only to gorge herself on the myriad treats and beverages stalled out for all to take from.<br/><br/>Living a life of hiding and secrecy like that had left her quite jumpy though. She was ever wary of her surroundings, even when she exerted her powers of invisibility. For they didn't mask sound or movement. It was a thrilling and exciting game to play. Evading the emperor's light from what could just as well have been their main base.<br/><br/>Still, today was to be an unusual day. Like she had infiltrated this district so long ago, now she would run the same guantlet in reverse. There was no doubt in her mind that she would make it. She knew every in and out of every checkpoint of every layer of the defense. She knew how to read the guards, and how to identify gaps in their patrolling. To her, it would be like walking through a wide-open door complete with red carpet.<br/><br/>And so, she set off from het cantage point over the nobility, ready to see how her siblings had changed since she last saw them.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>District 3 : Great lakes district<br/><br/>It was quite an unusual sight to see a streak of ice running through the great lakes at this time of year. Standing in defiance of the shining sun and its warmth. To Glaciis however, it was but a mode of transportation. She loved ice-skating, and preferred it as a mode of trnasportation regardless of the time of year. Was there no ice to skate on, she simply created some. This was quite a conspicious sight, though she knew that it was probably wise to stop by the time the emperor's light arrived.<br/><br/>She was travelling towards her old family home. As had been the agreement with her siblings, they would all meet in the ruins of their childhood home. Glaciis was quite eager to see what had become of them in her absence, surely, That hot-headed coalithia had gotten herself into trouble multiple times, though Glaciis was quite sure her fiery sister wasquite capable of getting away from any situations she got herself in. Probably to the detriment of any fools unlucky enough to try and arrest her.<br/><br/>It was strange how Glaciis felt such additional kinship towards coal. One would expect two whose powers were anathema to one another to be bitter rivals at best and outright enemies at worst, and yet, they depended upon one another. Where coal would set forests on fire, Glaciis would be there to quench the flames, and where glaciis likewise froze herself into a corner, Coal would be there to thaw her out.<br/><br/>And so, she made haste to the agreed-upon location. Surely, her siblings would have interesting stories to tell of their adventures.