Aronin took a deep breath and submerged completely into the dark water. The water was cold, not unpleasant, but little colder than he would prefer. At least, the heating elements in Hephaestus were still working, but they could be the last thing on this infernal city that was working. If this was Rapture on a good day, he wished he was not here on a bad day.

He tried to locate himself, and found that the path continued to his left, and into stunning darkness. Looking up, he saw the surface lit up by the distant fire and swam back up.

“It’s to the left, probably 60 feet or so. I’ll go first.”

The strange figure nodded and entered carefully the water. Aronin took a deep breath again and submerged. The water lit up as his hands began to emit glowing blue plasma, and he started to swim into the dark path, towards the next door, preparing to blow it open if it didn’t open by itself.

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It was 1960, January. Rapture had changed. The once so proud posters describing Andrew Ryan’s great ambition were hanging lazily everywhere, mocking the current state of Rapture. The once so feared parasites… Everyone was a parasite now. Everyone needed Adam, and Andrew had it. At least, that’s what we had heard, Tree Shade and me.

We were each contacted by an anonymous figure asking us to do a job for him. I needed money for… Well, that’s my business, and Tree, I don’t know what he was offered. I didn’t think him as person that was interested in money... He was strange, no wonder, but the person assured me that he was completely reliable. I accepted.

Then we got into that spherical machine, got a short briefing, and before we knew it, we were underwater, heading for a city called Rapture, a so called utopia for scientists in the 1950’s. The only twist here was that we were in 1960… The man had asked us to find a “friend” of him, a man he knew in his youth, and save him from what was going on down there. Why he sent us to 1960, after the whole city had gone to hell and not in 1959, we never got a chance to ask.

Now, we are stuck here, trying to locate that guy, and get him to the surface by the means of our “time machine”. This city gives me the creeps.

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The door didn’t open, just as expected. Aronin’s reached out a hand, and the door opened by the means of telekinesis. The room outside was empty, and the water flooded out of the pipe and into the room. Aronin fell on his face as he was carried along with the water.

“Ouch. That hurts. I think my nose’s broken,” he complained to Tree Shade and stood up. Tree Shade did not appear to have been affected at all. Aronin put his hand to his nose and felt. It was surely broken, and boy did it hurt. He hurried to mend the bone, and to stop the nosebleeding.

“What now?” he asked as he looked around.

OoC: I just went for a story. We are to save a guy from becoming a splicer or save him from the splicers. You don't have to, but perhaps you should write why Tree went on the mission.
Crosses fingers for a great Bioshock RP.