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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It had only been a few days, but the humanoid-rabbit-creature had been working hard at creating a living place on top of the Traverse Town hotel. Though the plants had only started as seedlings, the Viera had created a miniature jungle inside of Traverse Town.
Just like he had done in Radiant Garden.
Breathing in deeply, he took in the warm smell of greenery in the town of ever-darkness. Bare feet walked among soft soil, though he frowned. The Second District Hotel was still below him, and he could feel the iron and chemicals below him--but the strumming of the hearts of the trees as well. It brought a small smile to his ever frozen features. He was pleasantly surprised that he could find seedlings that could blossom in the darkness.
But his most prized possession was the stark white flower that seemed to collect the moon's rays. He crouched closer to the roof to push the soil closer to the stems, gently pushing bits and pieces of his own aura into the flower, feeling that energy flow into the roots.
"You remind me of someone, little one," he said, leaning his cheeks into his clawed hands, balancing on the balls of his feet as he admired the delicate flower. It wasn't a familiar breed to him at all.
Akira stepped out his nearly-crashed Gummi Ship. He closed his mouth with both of his hands, feeling gummi-sick.
Ugh... I feel like I'm gonna lose my lunch. What made me want to go to some other world anyhow? Oh well, I just hope there isn't like... A Gummi Ship's driver's license or something.
He groaned as he kept his hands over his mouth. He took several deep breaths, and eventually his sickening feeling left him only slightly sweating. He sighed of relief and took a look around the shops and buildings in this new world. After wandering around the world, and buying a vanilla ice cream, with a hard chocolate shell, that resembled a carrot, he figured that this world was called "Traverse Town" and people who lost their world to the darkness came here. Akira walked near some other buildings with the ice cream still covered by it's wrapper, searching for the best place to look at the town.
Before he knew it, Akira was looking up at the lights on the side of a hotel. The building was huge, he smiled widely at the roof.
Awesome, a perfect place for me to look at the town from above.
He entered the hotel, and ran up the stairway that lead to the roof. Akira flung the door to the roof open, and ran to the side of hotel. He was amazed at the view it gave him. In fact, he was so amazed, he didn't notice the strange-looking man a few feet away from him.
Traverse Town was by no means better than Radiant Garden, but it made a nice substitute. And unlike Destiny Islands, it wasn't blazing hot. Reno gave a short chuckle at the thought. There was nothing wrong with fire, as in the flames and sparks itself, but when it came to scorching weather, well...the only thing worse than high, outdoor temperatures was high, teetering stacks of paperwork.
Because paperwork was nothing more than a cruel and unusual punishment.
A punishment he didn't have to deal with anymore, not until he found Rufus, of course. Which, lying on the hotel bed with his fingers laced behind his head as a pillow was not the most brilliant way to find his former Boss. A sudden idea came to him and his blue-green orbs opened, glittering in amusement.
Imagine Rufus Shinra booking a tiny hotel room in Traverse Town.
His inner voice drawled, causing him to snort at the mental image. Well, there's only one way to check, right? With a grin, Reno hopped up from the bed and headed for the door. He didn't have anything else better to do, so why not ask for the hell of it? Besides, he wasn't feeling like being cooped up all day in the small hotel room. Making sure his room key was safely in his pocket- he couldn't depend on Rude for such things, since his partner wasn't here- he reached for the doorknob and turned, opening the door. In the space between two heartbeats, something told him to stay put, and not place one foot out into the hallway.
Surprisingly, he followed this instinct and stood still, merely blinking as someone rocketed past his room. Two blinks later, after accepting the fact that he would've been trampled had he not followed his instinct, Reno found himself racing after the stranger. People don't usually run like that unless something's wrong- or, in Reno's experience, having too much fun. Seeing as how not everyone was like him, he decided it was the former, which meant he was too curious to stand there and do nothing. Up the stairway they went, and he didn't say a word, preferring to hang back and see if he should even get involved. Participation was one thing, while observation is another matter completely.
They were on the roof now, and he shook his head as the kid ran to the side, either to admire the view or to jump. Under normal circumstances, he would've pulled the kid back away from the edge if it were the latter, but something else caught the redhead's attention.
"Didn't mean to invade, yo." He said, now eying the other man on the roof. Suddenly, he felt as if he'd just waltzed into someone else's hotel room. Gardens, he knew, could be a place of silence; a silence he'd shattered by shamelessly following the kid as they stormed up the stairs. But he didn't move either, curiosity getting the best of him.
The moment his brain registered that it was not just another creature, but a Hume, Note’s head shot up, out of his long claws. As the Hume ran past him, overlooking the edge of the hotel (and trampling all over his flowers), the Viera reached out and pulled the darkness and the wood around him. One moment he was a creature that was only natural to Ivalice, and the next, his white hair had turned brown, his large white ears disappeared, his eyes dulled to reflect Hume intelligence, and all the sharpness in his hands and face softened. The Dark Woods Illusion—a spell only experienced spell casters could see through.
A spell most male Viera had adapted when they left the Wood to interact with Humes. Note was weary of Hume interactions. And rather shy. His kind, especially the males, very rarely interacted with the worlds outside of the Wood. Or maybe, perhaps they did—if they were so adapt at pulling an illusion around them. Who knew?
But he knew the first young Hume hadn’t even noticed his presence—it was hard for people not to react to his strange appearance.
Then like insects, another Hume followed the other. But at least this one seemed to be mindful of his surroundings.
"Didn't mean to invade, yo."
Note nodded his head to the red-haired one, and strengthened his illusion. It was already apparent this one didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. His long clawed fingers gently touched a still growing tree. It seemed to wiggle right under his touch—or at least, he noticed it. The Viera didn’t have much to say, being a creature of few words…but continued to watch the duo cautiously.
He stared at the view, looking at all the colorful lights and busy streets in Traverse Town. It was a really great place to see the town, especially at night-time like this.
The neon lights reflected off Akira's wide eyes as he said, "Wow, this place is so much beautiful in an eagle's view, no doubt."
"Didn't mean to invade, yo."
He nearly had fell off the building hearing a voice behind. He quickly turned to see who it was. There were two guys, one having a long brown hair, and the other having red hair, with a ridiculous style to it. He looked at what the brown haired man was looking at, flowers, with a foot trace on it. There was a dirt trace that led to where Akira was standing, and he figured it out easily.
He dropped his head, embarrassed and sorry about the incident.
He walked up to the man and felt like a eight year old apologizing to their principal as he said, "Um... I'm sorry I stepped on your flowers... He reached out for his ice cream, reluctant to give it up, he pointed at the man, "Here. I know it isn't flowers, but this is just... A sign for new friendship! Yeah!" He smiled and continued, "I'll buy you some other flowers later to make up for my mistake. I'm Akira, and you?"
Reno, being off the clock and all, was paying more attention to the gardens than the man within. He saw him of course, otherwise he wouldn't have apologized. But something was a bit...off. Vegetation like this takes time and patience to grow, and this was a hotel not an apartment complex. Then again, maybe it was. The other man nodded, and in the glow of the neon lights he could see long brown hair and an overall normal appearance.
Then the kid from the friggin' side of the hotel roof came over, and Reno didn't acknowledge the first part of his apology. But the later part, with the ice cream, had the corners of his lips curling up into a small smirk.
"All right, Akira! Ice cream for friendship? Wish I could live in your world, yo." He said, his tone on the more playful side seeing as how he wasn't out to insult anyone. He lifted his chin, raising one hand to give a mock salute. "The name's Reno, kid." It may have seemed like he'd forgotten the other man until he gave a nod of his own in the brunet's general direction. The man didn't say a word when they came rushing up here, but other than that he didn't really have anything to respond to. Hopefully they didn't scare him.
Folding his arms delicately over his chest, Note stared out over Traverse Town. Even with his garden growing, he was not one to like this place. He longed for Radiant Garden, though he had his own reasons to stay behind. Humes were in a heavier concentration here, and it was hard to find a solitary sanctuary. In the Maw, and the outskirts, he rarely came across more than a few Humes. It was also where he had met one of the few other sentient beings he would call a “friend”.
He blinked in surprise when the young Hume came up to him and apologized. His ever-still face seemed to grimace when the other stepped too close.
“I…!” he said, lifting up his hands in an almost defensive position when he offered to buy him flowers. And then ice cream was shoved in his face. The smell swamped his nose, and he stepped back when the child stepped into his personal bubble. If they could have seen his full range of Viera-esque emotions, it would have been hilarious—with his ears completely perked up.
It smelled almost sickingly sweet.
He eyed the child as if he were handing him poison.
It reminded him of Ienzo.
Eyeing the child known as Akira wearily, he nodded his head. “Note,” he said quietly. The Dark Woods Illusion took care of his appearance, though it couldn’t completely mask the ethereal sound to his voice.
"All right, Akira! Ice cream for friendship? Wish I could live in your world, yo."
Akira looked at the other man, named Reno, and said, "Heh. Lucky me I guess."
He looked at the calmer man, who had his arms crossed, looking at Traverse Town, like Akira just did a moment ago. He looked back at Akira and looked pretty surprised. He backed away from Akira's offer to give him his ice cream.
"Note,"
Akira sighed at how antisocial he was. He opened the wrapper, and took the out the chocolatey dessert. He pointed it at Note.
He said, "Cmon Note! It even looks like a carrot," Akira laughed, "You have to admit that it looks pretty cool, right?"
Akira reminded him of the orphans back in Gaia with that comment, and Reno shook his head to clear away those thoughts. There was nothing he could do, anyway. Therefore, there was no point in thinking about it, especially while on the roof of a respectably high building.
Reno only quirked one eyebrow at the man's- Note's- reaction to the offered treat. After a moment, blue-green eyes narrowed slightly in observation and curiosity as he wondered if Note was simply allergic to ice cream. Then again, even he wouldn't eat anything that looked like a carrot when it really wasn't a carrot, because who needs their vegetables anyway? Sugary goodness in the form of a vegetable, at least.
"First you trample his flowers and now you're trying to force-feed the man." He commented, still grinning regardless of his previous thoughts. Shaking his head again, this time in a sign of amused disbelief, he continued. "It looks cool, yo, but the city lights are cooler."
Both Akira and Note had taken the time to appreciate the neon glowing city around and below them, so he figured it would be alright to mention. He turned his head enough to watch Note, his lazy posture covering for his attentiveness. "You do this, yo?" He asked, motioning to the garden around them with one arm.
C’mon Note! It even looks like a carrot," Akira laughed, "You have to admit that it looks pretty cool, right?"
Once again the chocolatey treat was shoved in his face, causing the reluctant viera to step back nervously. He had never been a fan of Hume desserts, with the exception being sea-salt ice cream—and even then, he really had to be coaxed into trying that. He sniffed the dessert reluctantly, the scent being almost overbearingly sweet. It was true, it resembled a bastardized version of a carrot…but to Note, it looked more like miniature Wyrm droppings.
And that was why Note didn’t eat brown things.
“It looks more like---“
Once again, he was cut off.
"You do this, yo?"
He watched the other with the red hair, like the color of the sunset from the Dalmascan Wastelands, gesture to his garden, and nodded. There was not any reason for him to lie. Afterall, the two did not seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. He turned to Akira, and lightly pushed the treat back to him, being careful not to touch him with his sharp nails—
“Keep it,” he said in a quiet voice, trying to sound as friendly as possible. It might have been obvious that he did not speak very often.
"First you trample his flowers and now you're trying to force-feed the man."
Akira looked at Reno with curiosity while still poking Note's cheek with the dessert. He looked at Note, and saw how irriated he looked. He just realized how stupid he was making himself look. He pulled the ice cream back and rubbed the back of his neck while chuckling nervously.
"Yeah... I guess you're right." He said, looking embarrassed, "I mean, first I kill your new flowers... Than I try to shove some random food in your face... Sorry."
He tooked at the ground and took a bite out of the denied dessert. It tasted pretty good. He looked at Reno, who was watching the lights. He turned and looked at them with him.
Akira laughed and said, "Yeah, those lights sure beat this ice cream."
"I beg to differ!"
Akira's head shot up and saw the Moogle floating above his hair.
He laughed at the Moogle's comment and said, "When well you to stay put 'till I need you?"
"Right after you share that delicious ice cream with me!"
Akira laughed once again, he couldn't keep a straight face in front of his Moogle friend. He held the ice cream in front of the Moogle, who began to eat it greedily.
Reno didn't mind a bit of excitement every now and then- heck, if he were honest he lived for the thrill most of the time- but some things toed the line.
Like Moogles.
One such creature floated above Akira's head, and the Turk felt his eye begin to twitch. Bad memories, yo. He didn't say a word while the kid shared his ice cream. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and with the stealth of a Turk, he edged away from the hovering pom-pom and flower-trampling child.
"Lookin' sharp, Note." He said, voice low enough to be heard by the other man, or so he hoped. He was talking about the garden, which reminded him of the one back home; the situation at least, since the two looked nothing alike. But they were both gardens in odd places, or where he wouldn't really expect. "Places like this were rare in Midgar. Last one I saw was in an abandoned church."
It seemed like Note didn't talk much, but it was a different silence than Rude's. Rude could give a full length lecture on responsibility- more like Reno's lack of- without opening his mouth. But with Note, all the redhead managed to observe was a distinct shyness.
Note stared at Akira, and he let out a sigh. “It’s fine, child,” he said, suddenly feeling much older than he actually was. The young one probably was close in age to Maya—perhaps Maya was a bit more calm than he was, though. He remembered being that young…he probably was just as energetic, doing the same kind of things to his older brothers, and his father, whenever he was around. Garnet eyes, which appeared under his disguise a deep brown, watched as a Moogle seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Mist. He smelled it. Eyes focusing on the boy, they narrowed. Had this boy just summoned a Moogle?
"Lookin' sharp, Note."
His long white ears twitched in the direction of the red-haired Hume. Of course he would hear something like that. He was not a mere Hume, with their poor hearing. But it was obvious the other couldn’t see through his illusion. Idly, he wondered if the Moogle could. Turning his head in the direction of the red-haired-one, he listened—heard about his world.
He had no idea what looking sharp meant, though he assumed it was a compliment.
“My world,” he said, purposefully not using the word “home” in his description, “was much like this,” he said quietly.
