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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<<In case anyone is wondering trust me when I say nothing good will come of this>> <<anyone can jump in whenever they want, b ut be warned there will be a lot of Heartless>>
Gregory Lorett stood in the middle of the square in Third District. His gun was loaded and ready in his hand. He prepared a few spells just in case because this was not a place to be caught off guard.
He looked around, realizing the severity of what he had been asked to do. His mentor had just suddenly decided to contact him recently. Not in person, no that would be civil and polite, rather he sent a message by pigeon telling him to go deal with a threat in Third District. Apparently one of his "friends" is stirring up trouble again and Georgy's mentor wanted him dealt with. Wonderful.
To make things even better, this person controlled Heartless. Not only that but he lived in the Third District. The most dangerous place in Traverse Town. The most Heartless infected area on the entire world... *sigh*.
Greg slowly took in his surroundings. A broken fountain shot water off in every direction. Balconies stood resolute out from worn down buildings. One or two street lamps stood resolute as they braved against the onslaught of darkness. It was sad knowing that this place was once a lively place...
Thump.
Greg turned around quickly and pointed his gun in the direction of the noise. It was dark, so he couldn't make anything out.
From the shadows a form appeared. It was large. He couldn't see its face because of the shield blocking it from view. Without hesitation Greg pulled the trigger.
Click. Bang.
The bullet deflected off the shield and the creature roared. Greg frowned and noticed something rather disturbing. The shadows were moving.
From the darkness Heartless could be vaguely seen stirring within. There were tons of them. Then to make things worst darkness began to bubble up from the fountain.
(Now that's what I'm talking about! A action packed thread, finally!)
Zetsu heard a gunshot as he slept in a nearby building. The swordsman was convinced that sleeping here was a form of training, he'd only been wounded six times and only one was fatal. Zetsu looked out the window to find heartless everywhere. More than usual. They were after some poor man with a pistol.
He just had to do something. So he dashed to a nearby chair and put it in the balcony. Zetsu sat on it and watched the man battle. ''Now this will be fun'' He muttered to himself.
Steve opened the gate thrid district. Gunshot is totally not a voice that comes from four years old kids playing with little cars, it's a voice that makes him intrested. He looked down. Again, the usual picture could be seeing: Heartless and someone figthing them, but this time it was a little differentl: Now it was the "tons of heartless VS one guy, hey that's propably not too fair" -picture.
Before even thinking again, Steve already jumped down, without even looking toward the easier, yet slower, way down.
"Hiya, my name is Steve. Mind if I lend you a hand or two?" He asked when he was next to the rapier-man
Post by starseeker on Oct 12, 2011 21:52:57 GMT -4
Two things caught the twins' attention. First, one detected a heavy smell of darkness about the area. Then came... Bang.
"Oh, god. What's going on now?" They were in the Second District, the only place they deemed moderately safe due to the ambush attack they'd encountered around a week ago. Myrle was a bit annoyed at the fact that someone wouldn't even use a silencer.... ----- Rhea detected the horrible stench of the shadows. Normally, she'd detest the use of firearms, but this was different. She quickly hopped up on a building, and proceeded to scout out the nearest scent of a Heartless; her twin quickly floated to her side. "Greaaaaaat. A huge horde is in Third District. I dunno if whoever's fighting them needs help, but we should just look to be sure. She went over, and waved to them in her blurry fast-run. ----- Myrle, in an answer to his twin's suggestion, faded from vision, and reappeared on the top of a tall lamp-post. He spotted his sister's dash to behind the wall of the walkway, also. Cracking his knuckles slightly, he half-whispered, "Now, let's have some fun..."
