Tyranny, meet anarchy

[aestrix]

The city of Eantasyl is fortunate in its placement, and is considered old for even an elven city. The streets are some kind of shimmery stone, the buildings neatly arranged and well maintained. It's pleasant, and generally considered a nice place for the rich to retire. There's a noticeable lack of greenery and foliage on the streets themselves - the place is kept very dense, and it's can be guessed that its citizens thought they had enough foliage already. It sits at the base of one of the very first world trees. One could be forgiven for missing the city for the tree - it's several thousand feet tall, and its branches bring shade to more than half of Eantasyl. They do not need gardens. They have enough to spare, up in the sky.

(The leaves are a pain to rake.)

Despite many of its flaws (and there are many) the Sunrise Empire isn't actually a horrible place to live. This place especially. Just steer clear of the government, keep your head down, don't join any rebellions, and don't break any laws, and you'll be fine. Probably. Unless there are dangerous criminals running around, causing trouble.

But that hardly ever happens. The Ministry has it all under control.

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[itstandsforjinx]

Well, the ministry has this world under control, at least.

Unfortunately, it turns out that the multiverse has other plans.

With a distinct "WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP" noise, a green box about the size of a phonebooth appears in one of the immaculately kept alleyways.

A girl pokes her head out of the door and looks around, tossing her electric-blue braids as she surveys the area. She holds one finger to the mouth of her shark-toothed rocket launcher.

"Shh, Fishbones! You're gonna give us away!"