Bump in the Night (Aphrodite, Open)

Blue mist popped as an equally blue figured stood as the fog disappeared. Aphrodite home her teleportation within the world for precision. She had already jumped from the First District to the Third and now the Second. It was easier to navigate herself in places she already journeyed through, and she’s been harboring in Traverse Town for a while after leaving Destiny Island, where she departed to immediately after her freedom with Castle Oblivion’s basement.

She could still remember those voices, the faces, and the blinding white dead walls. She wouldn’t forget the place even if her life depended on it; plus she needed to keep her memories crystal clear of it, so she could return and wreak havoc on the forsaken abomination of life. Too many important memories and strong emotions lay within that world, and she would be damned if her mind lost sight of it. If she did, she may not ever randomly appear there like she had on the Islands.

Her other companions were elsewhere on the world, but they would leave when necessary. When was necessary? The Aeon asked herself. What course of action should she take now, and where could she go? Her knowledge of specific worlds was limited through the eyes of her summoner. Other than that, she lacked knowledge of them. Perhaps she needed to find a macerator. She needed leads and more numbers; she needed a network and satisfaction. Despite knowing what was needed, the Aeon was at a dead end of frustration as her bare blue feet stomped against the ground. Her skirt whipped violently with her long hasted strides, while her dreaded blue hair wisped around with her keen attentiveness.

She had already experienced the visitation of another abomination labeled as heartless. Although they had hearts, it was empty and void leaving them just as cold as majority of Unsent. She had recently already had taken out her stress and anger out of them, but the imps of shadows, the lame of soldiers, and the unorthodox of air soldiers hardly satisfied her.

“Sprout if you like you weeds, but I will end you before you can even grow.” She threatened them with a hiss to the floors and corners of the Second District.

Not spotting a heartless, Aphrodite gazed across the district once realizing she never truly lingered here. There were a few shops, but hardly anyone shopping; it was odd and concerning, the vacancy and the silence. The heartless were just as troublesome as the sin spawns; at least she haven’t found any of them here, but she crossed heartless practically everywhere.

Before she could fully lax herself, a thump reached her ears, and the staff she held in her hand was gripped tightly as she posed to cast a thunder spell. A blue mist violently whirled around her like a snow storm defensively like an animal buffing itself up to intimidate. The command never left her lips once her cold blue eyes glared on a human rather than a heartless or a nobody. Her posture was still stiff, but her frown faded away with the blue flurries in realization. She could feel his heart radiating unlike them. He held out his hand cautiously, which snapped her back to awareness. She shifted herself and lowered Sparks as he stuttered his name. To make up for the rude welcome, she reached out to shake his stretched hand; she gave a firm grasp sharing her coolness with him like a wave

“Aphrodite,” she replied politely, “I apologize for the haste anxiety. These worlds aren’t the safest and trusting. Actually I began to think there’s no such thing.”

Her eyes drifted to the corners wondering if any heartless decided to take advantage of any opportune moment, “There always seems to be something afoot. Nonetheless, I pose no threat to the innocent for I’m an Aeon.”

Her focus returned to this innocent, and brows furrowed in wonder, “May I inquire why you were up…,” her eyes drifted upward guessing where he was before dropping down towards, “there? Quite an unlikely place to be…”

She doubted there were shops on the roofs; then again that wouldn’t be the most unusual place.

Slightly confused, the Aeon's brows bundled, "Your mouth brought no trouble; I was merely correcting, since these worlds seem to lack the presence of Aeons unlike Spira. Also please address me as just Aphrodite; I am no god of any kind and perfer to be humble. Also pardon me for the confusion I may have caused, because I know you are not an Aeon; I was refering to your bear," her blues eyes drifted over towards the other. An aeon can differientiate a spirit from a mortal; it would be quite ludacris if she couldn't.

"On my world, Spira, there are the fayths, who produces an external spirit, an Aeon, hene why I thought she may be one as well...but from," she paused trying to remember the world he just named, "Celtia."

Unlike the Aeon on Spira, this spirit he carries with him looked pretty exotic, or rather normal in the eyes of others, since Spira's Aeons were very strange and unique, but particularly common in the world. The Ice Aeon was at peace momentarily to hear that there were spirtual guides amongst the worlds, but her uneasiness began to blossom at her profoudn dead end.

"Radiant Garden you say? I think I've been there before...with my summoner. If I can remember what it looks like I can surely teleport myself there." The Ice Aeon pondered wondering if it would be resourceful to trace back her steps. "If only I can take a gander at the stars and read them myself; ah but life is hardly ever simple. Don't you agree? There always tends to be something; it's as if a pax can easily be short lived."

"So I presume these black fiends are what snatched your homelands from you?" Her eyes glanced back up at the singular sky they all shared, while be distances apart.