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It couldn't have been more than a couple days. It really couldn't have been. Antique stole a glance at the sky, looking at the position of the sun--only to inwardly groan when she remembered the sky, while it looked so similar, was different. There were unfamiliar constellations, the moon phases were timed oddly, and she couldn't tell the time from where the position of the sun was. It was like looking at a chicken that looked like a duck, walked like a duck, and quaked like a duck--only it was a chicken.
She probably explored this place hundreds of times after she had "appeared" here--trying to find a way back home, to see if everything was alright, if life would go back to normal after the faux Queen was...her stomach clenched...slayed. But after asking questions, so many, she knew her world was no longer there. The heart had been taken...and the heart of their world was probably the Queen. And Antique had slayed her. If that wasn't meant to depress a girl and throw them into the deepest layers of guilt she didn't know what could.
Walking daintily along the cobblestone street that was so unfamiliar to her in an explosion of pink civilian clothing, she sighed, finding herself bored. Though everyone here was a survivor of their own worlds collapsing within themselves, the sight of her seemed to make people stay away--it might have been more or less because of the gigantic claymore bouncing on her side as she walked. A girl, barely over 5'3' carrying a giant sword like it was nothing probably wasn't the most comfortable sight.
She found a nice lamp post to lean up against as she sighed. Perhaps she could make her way over to one of the other districts and slay some Heartless--it didn't sound particularly fun though. She had a lifetime of slaying Heartless because of war propaganda--and it seemed boring without there being an end to it. At least, right now it did. Knowing herself, she'd go right back to doing it within a few hours.
"I need to get out of here," she yawned, folding her arms across her chest. This town felt tiny, and she felt like a sardine in a tin can. It was definitely time to move on--she just had a feeling that she was here to do something...something...but she didn't know what that was yet. Ever get that feeling? You know, like you're running late for work, but you just know you're forgetting to do something? But you leave the house anyway? That was the kind of feeling Antique was going through, and it held her back.
Blinking open a hazel eye, she carefully watched as a figure approached her...never could be too safe, after all.
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Last Edit: Jan 11, 2010 12:57:31 GMT -4 by antique
Caxnon had been here for quite some time. He never came to raverse town that much, but he had a feeling that he should take a look around. He walked through the streets without any trouble. The Nobody wanted to think, alot had happened and sometime to clear his head was just what he needed.
He was just about to head to the next district when he noticed someone standing near one of the houses. No one came near the second district, so who was this person?
Caxnon approched this person, and just as he was about to pass her, he stopped. His gaze met the other person's.
'' You're not from this world are you?'' Caxnon asked the person.
Antique lifted up hazel eyes which appeared pink at the moment to look almost wearily at the stranger; people had been mostly avoiding her for the past couple of days. Even the people she had asked questions to strictly only answered her questions and nothing more. She supposed it was her appearance--perhaps she looked like the local street punk?
''You're not from this world are you?'' he asked.
The corners of her lips turned up into a charming smile, though it felt awkward. Perhaps she had been scowling too much lately. Tilting her head slightly to the side as she locked eyes (she wasn't a submissive person at all, no no), her raven-esque hair floated onto her tanned cheeks.
"No. Not at all," she said, with a suprisingly soft voice. "How could you tell?"
She unfolded the arms that were across her chest, letting them sway softly to her sides.
Caxnon smiled at the girl. Even though he never talked to many people in Traverse Town, there was something diffrent about this person. He wasn't sure if it was instinct, or something else. But there was something that felt diffrent about this person.
'' Not many people stay this close to the other districts. Plus you look difrent from most people.'' Caxnon said to the person.
Antique laughed softly, the sound filling the air like tingling bells. Oh goodness, was she that painfully obvious? If she looked different, perhaps that was why she was separating crowds like giant bodies of water. But if she was different, so was the person before her, now that she noticed.
Tilting her head to the side in almost an avian like way, she studied him for a few nano-seconds--not enough to be noticeable, but in a quick way. There was nothing, well, wrong, with him per-say, at least from what she could understand, but there was definitely something that she just could not put her finger on. Instinct said it was nothing to worry about, though.
"Not many people stay this close to the other districts. Plus you look different from most people,'' he said.
"Quick access, I suppose," she said lightly. "It's so long since I've seen peace, I guess I'm drawn to the conflict in the other districts," she said, almost with a sheepish laugh.
She observed her own clothing, "I knew this civilian clothing was no good," she sighed. She probably should have picked a different color for her clothing. Pink probably wasn't a good idea, though it reminded her of the roses that once grew in her garden.
Shrugging dismissing at the thought, she brushed her hands of on her skirt, boldly taking a couple of steps torwards the stranger, and held her hand out. Please, please, let a hand-shaking gesture be normal to this world.
"It's Antique," she said. "I mean, my name. It's Antique," she smiled.
The Nobody smiled for a while. But it didn't last long, he didn't like similing. Because when he did it often came out as either a smirk, or a slightly dark smile. He shook the person's hand, before speaking.
''I'm R....I mean, Caxnon. Nice to meet you, it's nice to know that you aren't trying to kill me'' he said to antique. He had forgotten to let go of her hand.
Antique simply beamed at the smile he gave her even if it was short lived. There was no malice in it, and that told her right away that he was an okay person--even if there was that overwhelming feeling that there was just something not right about him.
It could have been that he was considerably taller than her. Yes. Perhaps that was it. Antique was exceptionally short compared to others in this world. No. She was shorter than most of the other knights in her own world as well.
Craning her eyes up at him, she smiled, though she did tone it down; it was a carefree smile, even though she had no permission to own a smile like that. Especially since her hands were a dead give-away that her life wasn't as simple as she appeared to be. They were rough, calloused, even. But that was no surprise considering the giant claymore that hung at her hip.
She lifted an eyebrow, "Why would I try to kill you? It's not like you're trying to kill me or anything..." she said, and noticed that he hadn't let go of her hand.
A flush brought a red tint to her tanned cheeks. "Uhm..."
Caxnon similed at the woman. Then he gave her a puzzled look, her cheeks had suddenly turned red. He racked his brain to remember which emotion caused that, but he just couldn't remember the feeling, he thought that maybe something was bothering her.
He took a step closer. '' Are you alright? You seem kinda stressed'' Caxnon asked her after feeling her blood pressure go hgher, then he noticed that he was still holding her hand, which he slowly releashed.
Antique slowly took her hand away as if in a daze, but seemed to quickly snap out of it, and raised her hands in front of her, palms open. "N-n-n-no problem!" she said, and waved them a little bit frantically, her entire face turning red, just a bit embarrassed. She felt a bit dizzy, and was a bit unfamiliar with what she was experiencing.
"No problem at all!" she said, and took a step back, trying to compose herself. She stared at the ground purposefully for a few seconds trying to will her face to stop burning.
When she felt she was calm, she lifted her face, and smiled. "Sorry, that doesn't happen often. And I'm fine! Maybe it's just a bit of culture shock!" she said.
Then concern crossed her face. "How about you? You okay?" she asked. Perhaps the long hand shake was because he had dazed out?
'' Um...I think so. But I did do feel kind of strarnge.'' Caxnon said to her as he rubbed his hand. He wasn't about to tell her that he was unable to let go of her hand. There was something diffrent this person, just touching her seemed to make him slip into some type of trance, he had never felt anything like it.
'' But I guess shouldn't be surprised, you are Antique.'' Caxnon addedwhile smiling at her.
Antique laughed as easily as she ever did, and rubbed the back of her head, sort of embarrassed. "Well hey, I guess I have that kinda effect on people!" she said, but quickly thought about it.
"Okay, well, no, not really," she said almost a bit mischievous. Shake off the awkward, Antique, shake it off. It wasn't like she was going to have much conversation until she could figure a way out of this town. Everything about this world seemed self-sustaining, which didn't make any sense to her. What was beyond the walls of Traverse Town?
As a child, she had often asked what was beyond her own world, and her adopted father would always tell her about lots of different worlds. She had always wondered about leaving the world, but she had no idea how to. Now she experienced that feeling more, yet at least one hundred times stronger.
"If I may ask..." she said quietly. "What are you doing here? I mean, did your world..." she paused. "Is it gone too?"
'' I don't really have a world. I never knew where I came from, sadly. maybe it has been taken, I'm not sure. But I can leave her anytime I want.'' Caxnon said
He then analyzed the girl, he didn't try to hide it either, when he was looking at you, you knew it. The Nobody then sighed once more.
Did he have amnesia? Antique didn't understand. Didn't everybody come from somewhere?
"I guess I sort of know what that's like," she said quietly. "I'm from one place, but I might not really be from there, for all I know!" she said, and stretched her arms up into the sky, yawning lightly. "For all I know, I could really be an alien to my own world," she said. Her sense of humor was a bit twisted, but she had to make due with what she had.
"Wherever you go is where you're from," she smiled. "Except this place. I feel claustrophobic here," she said, lowering her arms, only to rub them. Strangely optimistic.
"But how? You can just get up and leave?" she asked, confused. "I haven't figured that out yet," she said, as she stopped rubbing her arms and folded them over her chest. Then she felt him staring at her, and saw it. She frowned. Just about to ask if she had something on her face, he asked:
'' Are you trying to leave?''
She paused, picking up on his sigh. "Well, yeah!" she said. Glancing up at him, she stared. "You know when you're supposed to be doing something, but you don't know what you're supposed to be doing until you're doing it?"
It was a complicated question, but it was hard to put into words. "That's what it's like...and...I can't do that thing being here..." she whispered, almost with a melancholic tone.
Straightening up, she stepped forward and grabbed his hands in hers--even though they were complete strangers--she stared upward and looked him in the eye.
"If you could tell me how to get out of here, I'll be in debt to you!" she stated, eyes glittering, hopeful that he could give her a hint as to how to leave this place.
Caxnon felt the same tingling feeling from when she first touched him. It was hard to describe, but it made him relax. He was eger to let go of her hands, but his hands somehow had a will of thier own.
'' I think I can help you, I'll be able to get you out of here.'' Caxnon said to her.
Something was defienately stange about this person, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Antique simply beamed, and held herself back from jumping up and down in joy to get out of here. But how, exactly? How did one escape from a town like this?
In her own world, by foot or perhaps by Chocobo or Horse was a way to get out of her Kingdom to explore the next...even though she did prefer the Chocobo's, as ridiculous as they looked. She somehow doubted that conventional ways of leaving were out of the question.
She studied him closely, saw the almost dazed like expression on his face; and was absolutely clueless as to what caused it.
"So how do you get out of here? High speed Chocobos? Giant flying dragon birds?" she asked.
It didn't hide that her world was probably at least a couple hundred years back wards technology wise.