You - Human -
are here to learn of the Union - Daspire.
Daspire is a team of 6 heroes/heroines who come together to form international peace, no matter how hard the challenge may be.
However, "Heroes" and "Heroines" is maybe not what you might think when it comes to Daspire.
*
The automatic doors zoomed open with a "woosh", the thing that emerged looked terrible, the bags under its eyes were soon wiped away by none other than its arm, it scraped its fingers through its spiky, icy-looking hair and looked in the mirror and rubbed its eyes yet again. Getting a grip of the spikes on his hair, they seemed to crackle into a more sharp shape. He pulled on a jacket and headed out - did he forget to put a shirt on under the jacket? I don't think so.
"Up," He'd say as he tapped the door he went past, the door opened almost instantly, but nobody was there.
"Why this early?!" A high, Australian accent called out from below.
"Hemlock, You DO notice it's the British Revolution? Are you mad? Get up, come on,"
"Jaaaaaack..." Hemlock exclaimed, yet Jack just continued to walk.
The British Revolution had started about a month (or so) ago, and it was becoming increasingly worse. The revolution had started when a factory in the east had, even though it wasn't a robot-making company, replaced every worker, part time, full-time, and voluntary, with robots. The entire town was pretty much employed by the factory and everything in the town went bust once the factory dis this, and from there, even from their constant riots, nothing ever got better - the locals went to the next best thing to get their revenge... arson. The factory had nothing left but ashes. Most of the town burnt down too and the entire village was there at the factory to watch it disintegrate, yet what they didn't notice was that the cladding in the entire factory was extremely flammable, and how exposed the electricity the factory used was. The entire village was wiped out in one night. Only the bones of the people were left.
Idiotically, factories all over the country decided that they would also get rid of human labor and usher in robots to do the job. Due to this, only more pain followed. This isn't just factories, oh, no - this is building that touch the sky. This is the banks, the courts, the solicitors, the grocery stores, the clothes stores, the car industries, the petrol stations erupted, the jewelery stores melted, everything combusted and shattered to peices, and just when everything had stopped and everything was being rebuilt, the companies refused to sign the contract and everything kicked off yet again - this time London being the base of action. London's rioters went out, setting fire to post boxes and graffiting everywhere they could, and it's still going on now.
"It ain't a big deal, 'aight? They'll sort it out between 'emselves and it'll all be over soon."
"I wish it was that simple, Hemlock," Jack said Formally, "The Queen isn't doing anything to stop it, and she's right at the heart of it."
"Always knew we had an softie for a Styled-Queen. She needs to suck it up and do something about it," Hemlock waved his hand around brashly, jumping in front of Jack, "So what're we ganna do b'out it?"
"We fight back, Hemlock,"
"You can call 'es Hem, ya know. Ya don't have ta be so formal."
Jack simply kept walking.
are here to learn of the Union - Daspire.
Daspire is a team of 6 heroes/heroines who come together to form international peace, no matter how hard the challenge may be.
However, "Heroes" and "Heroines" is maybe not what you might think when it comes to Daspire.
*
The automatic doors zoomed open with a "woosh", the thing that emerged looked terrible, the bags under its eyes were soon wiped away by none other than its arm, it scraped its fingers through its spiky, icy-looking hair and looked in the mirror and rubbed its eyes yet again. Getting a grip of the spikes on his hair, they seemed to crackle into a more sharp shape. He pulled on a jacket and headed out - did he forget to put a shirt on under the jacket? I don't think so.
"Up," He'd say as he tapped the door he went past, the door opened almost instantly, but nobody was there.
"Why this early?!" A high, Australian accent called out from below.
"Hemlock, You DO notice it's the British Revolution? Are you mad? Get up, come on,"
"Jaaaaaack..." Hemlock exclaimed, yet Jack just continued to walk.
The British Revolution had started about a month (or so) ago, and it was becoming increasingly worse. The revolution had started when a factory in the east had, even though it wasn't a robot-making company, replaced every worker, part time, full-time, and voluntary, with robots. The entire town was pretty much employed by the factory and everything in the town went bust once the factory dis this, and from there, even from their constant riots, nothing ever got better - the locals went to the next best thing to get their revenge... arson. The factory had nothing left but ashes. Most of the town burnt down too and the entire village was there at the factory to watch it disintegrate, yet what they didn't notice was that the cladding in the entire factory was extremely flammable, and how exposed the electricity the factory used was. The entire village was wiped out in one night. Only the bones of the people were left.
Idiotically, factories all over the country decided that they would also get rid of human labor and usher in robots to do the job. Due to this, only more pain followed. This isn't just factories, oh, no - this is building that touch the sky. This is the banks, the courts, the solicitors, the grocery stores, the clothes stores, the car industries, the petrol stations erupted, the jewelery stores melted, everything combusted and shattered to peices, and just when everything had stopped and everything was being rebuilt, the companies refused to sign the contract and everything kicked off yet again - this time London being the base of action. London's rioters went out, setting fire to post boxes and graffiting everywhere they could, and it's still going on now.
"It ain't a big deal, 'aight? They'll sort it out between 'emselves and it'll all be over soon."
"I wish it was that simple, Hemlock," Jack said Formally, "The Queen isn't doing anything to stop it, and she's right at the heart of it."
"Always knew we had an softie for a Styled-Queen. She needs to suck it up and do something about it," Hemlock waved his hand around brashly, jumping in front of Jack, "So what're we ganna do b'out it?"
"We fight back, Hemlock,"
"You can call 'es Hem, ya know. Ya don't have ta be so formal."
Jack simply kept walking.
