In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Being a gypsy, Alix believed she had a natural ability to slip away into the shadows when she required a quick and easy escape route. She knew she could seemingly vanish, in fact. Just...not in broad daylight. Though the air carried a nice, crisp chill, the sun was shining brightly, effectively scaring away the shadows in which she wished she could sneak. Thus, she turned to her other natural talent, sprinting. Through the crowds and down the alleys she ran, ignoring the enraged and appalled screams behind her as she had trained herself to do many years ago.
Left, right, right, left...
Alix ran, legs pumping with the desperate speed reserved for those in flight, not risking to glance over her shoulder until a few handful of moments had passed. No one was following. Looking ahead once more, she felt her lips curl up into a small smile, one born of adrenaline and youth's unrestrained pleasure at getting away with the absurd. She silently cheered, slowing her breakneck speed to a more acceptable run. The stitch in her side protested any sort of motion faster than a slow walk of course, but she forced herself to focus on other matters. Such as the various weapons and shiny baubles and dressed in the windows of the shops that lined her current alley. With each passing window, the gypsy's speed decreased as her thoughts strayed, and she wondered what all she could buy with the munny in her pockets at the moment. Alix grinned again, well aware that she didn't look like a gypsy but that didn't mean she couldn't bargain like one. There was the lovely red dress in that shop, the shiny yet lethal looking sword in the next, and an expensive and beautiful hat in the one after that...
And then there was the something gorgeous in the middle of the way that she ran into head-first.
The shop door closed behind him with a jangle of oddly shaped beads. They were likely from the same world the shopkeeper heralded from; Setzer had thought he saw similar accessories dangling in her hair. The store had interested him - or, at least, the lady shopkeeper had. Perhaps he would go back, later in their stay, while Ashe worked on restoring the gummi ship's power. For now he had time on his hands.
With a second rattling jingle, the door swung open again, and he watched the queen herself emerged from the store with arms burdened with nethicite and a box. Setzer nodded to her, then turned his violet eyes back to the sky. A crisp chill and a breeze had developed since they'd entered the Menagerie.
"Go on, m'lady," he told Ashe. "It will likely be a bit until the ship is ready. I'd like to see more of this town before we depart."
As she left he tilted his chin back, enjoying himself. In his relaxed state the crescendo of voices along the street resounded only in the back of his mind, and he didn't notice the imminent threat. His thoughts drifted to contemplate the fact that a cool breeze should have been almost as foreign to him as a truly daylit sky. Yet despite having lived in Twilight Town since the start of his memories, the experience of the sun in his face and the wind sweeping his hair was so familiar it was almost painful.
Like the sensation of being struck in the midriff by something with particularly high momentum.
With a low startled sound, Setzer found himself knocked backwards, nearly falling but rediscovering his center of gravity in the nick of time. At the last minute his hand flew out to grip an arm, likely robbing the person’s face of a friendly acquaintance with the ground. Within seconds both had been righted, and he turned with a silver brow raised to properly look at his assailant. After a pause he began to laugh.
Before him stood a young pale-haired female. She was glaring at him.
During the precious seconds after the collision, Alix's mind was spinning; did the strangers from before finally catch up to her? Was it someone else she knew, also out to get her? Her heart raced and adrenaline-laced blood pumped through her veins. One second she was falling, sure to hit the ground hard, but the next she was steady; instinct had her avoid eye-contact as long as possible, focusing on taking a mental inventory of all that she had then, comparing it to all she had before the collision. Everything was present, meaning nothing had been stolen or dropped.
Hold on!
Blinking, Alix did a quick double-take of not only her items but her outfit as well. Lo and behold, something had changed: Her beautiful yet practical -- for a gypsy, at least -- dress was, in fact, torn! Not a major tear that would threaten to rip the entire dress in half, but her eyes narrowed on the sleeve where the stranger had taken hold. The nerve of the man! For though she would never admit it to herself, Alix knew the difference between a man's hand and a woman's.
And he laughed.
It was that sound, the sound of amusement while in the midst of such a tragedy that made her finally face the insolent stranger. Her eyes were narrowed. "Enchantée, monsieur," she said, keeping her voice on this side of her frustration though she truly was not enchanted to meet him at all. Though he was beauti -- he was rude, and in the way, and if something didn't happen soon he'd probably be the reason the others would catch her. Alix glanced over her shoulder on impulse, and breathed a soft sigh of relief that no one familiar was chasing after. Thus, she turned back to the man before her. With the silver hair. Fascinating, really.
"You ripped my dress." But so much for keeping things light. Her comment was short and not-so-sweet, but given the current situation she didn't really care. With one hand she slid three fingers inside the tear in her dress, wanting to bring it to his attention in case he hadn't seen it yet. She was not, in any way, keeping her hands busy. "It's the only one I have."
Unfortunately, this was true, and thinking about it made her a bit sad. But that wasn't the point. "So I don't see what's so amusing."
Setzer bent in a short bow, rearranging his features into an ever-so-slight smile; the laughter he was quick to quiet, but the smirk wouldn't be done away with as quickly.
Enchantée. . . a foreigner, like him, then. He took a moment to look her over in interest. The girl was panting a bit and look windswept - obviously, she had been running. He hadn't been in the town long enough to know if such behaviors were normal for a young female in Radiant Garden, but had he been back in Twilight Town, she would have looked for all the world as if she had just. . . ah. The shouts from earlier.
"Did I, now?" Setzer replied with a hint of amusement, reaching out to examine the ruined fabric. "If this was my doing, then I apologize profusely. As it was, one could say that you ripped the dress - by running into me, who prevented you from ruining your pretty face, and to whom you are grateful. If this was the case then I, like a proper man, would offer to buy you a new one." He gestured broadly to a shop a few fronts down that he had noticed earlier that morning. A variety of garments hung in the window.
He sighed. "But, alas, that's likely not what you meant to say. In any case you should be off. I heard some kind of ruckus back down the streets, and - ah, perhaps that's them again?"
Sure enough, a faint shout had sounded in the distance. It sounded mildly along the lines of 'Oi, I think she went this way!'
He turned away and began making his way along the street again, his silver hair swaying behind him. His back was to her; she would not have been able to see his violet eyes sparkling. "A pity about your dress, really. I doubt the imminent crowd would have bothered two shoppers in a clothing store."
The ring on the back of his hand glinted as he waved it in a relaxed, backhand farewell.
When one is a liar, one often listens closely to the words of others. When one is a thief, one keeps their companions close, and their possessions closer. When one is used to donning masks, one knows that what they observe will not always be what they receive. Alix was all of these, and her instincts warned her that it would be very possible for the man before her to be each of them as well.
Being a gypsy had over time trained Alix to become immune to the stares and jeers of others, but when the man staring was standing directly in front of her, it was difficult to ignore. Expecting some harsh remark, her eyes narrowed slightly and she resisted the urge to cross her arms. Good thing too, as the man reached for her dress -- more specifically, the ruined part of her dress. She stood her ground, knowing full well that should he make any unwanted moves, she could always move away quickly. Hopefully she was faster than him.
At first, the man's words made her feel as if he were mocking her; she wondered if he was trying to turn the situation around and place her in a position from which she would be in his debt. From that perspective, his shining silver hair and amused smirk meant nothing. She remained silent as he gestured to a shop a little ways down, and as her eyes followed the motion, she noticed the various garments hanging in the windows. It was his sudden dismissal that flipped the switch; his sudden dismissal was suspicious, for he didn't give her away but he didn't offer help, either. Not directly, at least. Alix was torn as she watched him walk away, wondering if he was worth each passing second.
Then she saw it, the ring on the back of his hand. It was a shine no self-respecting gypsy could ignore.
"Wait, monsieur!" she called out, glancing over her shoulder before following after him. "I have changed my mind," she said when she reached him, well aware how her words may sound and wondering if he would in fact notice, "Thank you for preventing me from ruining my pretty face, I am truly grateful." Both her grin and her glittering eyes betrayed her amusement, and she reached up to take his hand in hers and gently pull, directing them to the shop he mentioned earlier. She could feel the ring between their hands, but told herself to wait. "It is best to avoid ruckus if possible, I believe."
If she waited long enough, perhaps she would get a new dress as well as a new ring today.
He didn't have to walk too far before her voiced called out behind him. Setzer looked over his shoulder and saw her walking down the street in his direction; he laughed and bowed lightly. "My pleasure - and I agree."
And then he found himself being lead down the road.
He had a feeling that the young lady would entertain him. His offer would have been a tough one to turn down (for he believed her words in that her torn garment was the only dress she possessed), despite the way he went about proposing it; but the matter in which she accepted it had made him chuckle. There was the clever glint of suspicion in her eye. Something else in her look intrigued him, and he would enjoy himself in attempting to guess what it was during the course of their encounter. A game. Ah, but what shall I bet on?
They made their amiable way the short distance down the road to the clothes store. A sign with a red star and the shop's name hung high over the front. As they neared, Setzer observed the strange fashion in the shop windows with curiosity.
He infrequently went went shopping for clothes. His standards were high. Anything he bought had to have some semblance of practicality (as in, would last a while without their finery fading) and still appeal to him; what baffled him so much about this particular shop was how very not practical a few of the items were. None the less, for the most part the collection was fine and more than a few garments caught his eye. The silver-haired man briefly considered the pair of boots in the window as they strode to the entrance.
Setzer stepped forward to get the door. "After you, ma'am."
It was another point of curiosity to him that the young woman had not told him her name. Setzer held his own tongue, amusedly following suit.
N A D I A V E R D A N S K Y "THERE'S A STRANGER IN MY BED, THERE'S A POUNDING IN MY HEAD"
Eyes of amethyst narrowed as she let out a loud groan, letting her discomfort and annoyance run rampant throughout the store. Against all odds, Radiant Garden had turned out to be worth nothing but pure bantha poo; it was actually pretty dull if you took the occasional Heartless hunting bounties out of the picture. Nothing interesting was going on (or at least, nothing that was worth anything to her) and the old rumors about a love triangle within the Radiant Garden Restoration and Upkeep Committee weren't as delightful to talk about as it had been months before.
She glanced around, looking out for the patrolling manager that would surely throw a bitch fit if he caught her slacking and doing absolutely nothing. But, really, how much pleasure could one gain from arranging clothes by sizes over and over (she still remained unsuccessful in convincing the manager of banning kids from the store) and handling fatassed women who simply couldn't be pleased in ANY way? A soft sigh escaped her lips as she mentally beat that old Susie Peppernickle into a pulp; last night that old bat's complaining had almost got her fired. Sure, the huntress had sass and didn't mind to express it now and then but, hey, it was a quality that helped her put people in their places.
DING DONG!
A smile flashed over her face, like a sunshine over a sunflower. The girl rose from her comfy little sofa-on-display, glancing at a nearby mirror to make sure her facade was perfect as usual. And, before either of the newcomer could say "SHUT UP MEXICAN", the bounty hunter working as a store attendant danced toward them, offering them a warm, lovable look. Being in "probation period" was no pleasant situation and these two needed to walk out as happy and satisfied customers for her to receive her daily pay.
"Good morning! Welcome to Macy's! How can I help you today?"
Bleh, what Nadia Verdansky had to do to survive in this awful place...
N A D I A V E R D A N S K Y "GLITTER ALL OVER THE ROOM, PINK FLAMINGOS IN THE POOL"
