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in most places this place would have a dark sky, lit from below, like deep overcast clouds on a night of no moon
more than a mile below the surface of the world above, smoke rolls around the ceiling much as heavy clouds would over a surface city
in another world much like a mid-sized city, colors of blue, green and violet faerie-fire edge and trim stone buildings and guardian walls
a few yellow-red torches light areas not covered by faerie-fire color, lighting forms that walk, strut and march in the dark
this is no modern or future city, domed over as it is by the stone that surrounds the city, the caldera heat-treated to a level as only a volcano can achieve
to the many inhabitants, then this is as daylight, they could be called Illthyrii, though...
'others' call them Drow
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in one of the sections of the city, running forms jump and flee, chasing in the old game of hunter and hunted
no weapons are used as the prey is a child, but in anger, verbal cursing is heard by many
catching notice of many going about the normal routines of life
seeing who flees and who chases, many mutter, cursing the brat, glad that 'they' are not part of todays 'prank'
some shake their heads in frustration as the main prank that triggered the chase comes into view as the mutterers walk onto the main roads from sidestreets
painted faces large and small, cause more than one in a major clan, to mutter "troublesome."
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the main word heard, chanted by many, stated in no vague frustration, was "NARUTO!"
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