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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"Hey, come on, it's been ages since you've had a decent meal! Listen to me, you stubborn rabbit, you haven't eaten since this morning, and it was tiny! Feed me! Feed me!!"
Oswald's loudly protesting stomach distracted him from his duties. He looked away from the Ortensia for a moment and he gave a sigh, seeing some locals tredding through the snow toward the café. He wondered if there was a way to sneak into the kitchen and get something warm and hot. But, then again, getting off this world and keeping his search going for the Mouse King was important as well, and hungry though he may be, the rabbit felt getting revenge for his lover and his world's demise was far more important than silencing his stomach.
The cold was biting at him, too. He found himself shivering somewhat violently and rubbing his hands to warm himself more often. His coat was still raggy and big on him, with a hole on one side. He had since gotten himself a scarf for his neck, so he was somewhat warmer than he had been upon first arriving to Traverse Town.
Unfortunately, the part that he was trying to fix right now wasn't co-operating very well with him. He was much too short, he found, to fix the part that he needed, and he didn't have the skinny fingers needed to move the wires of the engine gummi around. His fingers were only four, and thicker than the average human's. In frustration, he turned around toward the street and flung his wrench away into the walking crowd.
He honestly didn't care if he had hit anyone, and he could honestly care less if they were hurt or angry with him now. He just put his head in his hands, finding that he now had a very annoying headache, probably his lack of nutrition.
"I need to fix her," he told himself, trying to calm himself. "... can always get food after. Need to fix her, first." He needed to get off this freezing place. Needed something warmer, with better stores to steal from.
The main priority, because of this, was fixing the Ortensia. He didn't care how he did it, how he got the parts to do it, or who got hurt because of it. The Ortensia was his main focus in this. This was his ticket out of here, his ticket to another world. His ticket to somewhere else. His ticket to the Mouse.
The sound of what could only be described as the howl of a wounded animal rent the air in the First District, stopping everyone and everything fast in their tracks. It was a cry of pure agony and pain, and for a long while it seemed as though the noise would never abate. Once it did, a clearing had been made for the lone figure on her knees in the middle of the square, one hand clutching the broken winged appendage at the base of her shoulder, while the other grasped a fairly large wrench.
"Who threw this!" Zephyr screamed, waving the offending tool above her head. The crowd took a step back, cautious and wary with the idea that this winged girl would strike the first person to show hesitation. And it was true. Zephyr had every intention to lunge upon the first person to claim ownership, even unwittingly, and beat them senseless with the new weapon she now had in her possession.
"Who threw this?" she screamed again, her voice breaking with too many decibels. The pain was too much. Tears stung her eyes as she leaned forward, putting her head between her legs and groaning in misery. She would find them. Whoever it was, she would find them, and she would kill them.
Oswald, from on top of his Ortensia glanced behind him at the sudden screams and demands. He could see the crowd gathering around a girl in the middle of the square, seeing that she had very clearly been hit by the wrench that he had thrown. No guilt came to his cold heart. No regret went through his shivering bones. In all honesty, he didn't care.
But, unfortunately, he needed that wrench that she now had in her possession. However, it was clear that she was about to use it as a weapon if anyone even so much as stepped forward, so she wasn't exactly safe to approach, but he needed that wrench...
It was horribly conflicting. The cold, hungry rabbit wasn't quite sure what to do as he watched the strangely winged girl in the square demanding for her attacker.
"It was that guy!" stated a sudden voice, and he turned to see someone in the crowd pointing up at him directly. "It was him! He threw it! I saw him!"
Well, damn. Someone had seen him do it. Quickly, he reeled back around to face the issue of his ship, pretending to still be working on it. There was no way she could get up here anyway, he figured. Her wing was damaged, and the ship was rather large, and it was on top of it. There was no way she could reach him.
"It was that guy! It was him! He threw it! I saw him!"
Zephyr's head sprung up at the shout, searching through blurred eyes for the source of the voice. Through the pain she rose to her feet, still grasping both her wing and the wrench that had hit her. "Where!" Zephyr yelled.
"There!"
The Aeristocrat squinted, but it was no use. She barely see the crowd that surrounded her; following the direction of a pointed finger was nigh impossible. Stalking over to the source of the voice, Zephyr stuck her face in the person's own, recognizing her as a young woman that shrank against her. "Where?" she hissed.
The woman trembled as Zephyr's head hovered down the length of her arm, looking out towards … nothing, it seemed like. But something was there, she knew it, else this woman would rue the day she sought to deceive her. Satisfied with her resolve, Zephyr stomped off in a bee-line towards where she had been led.
When she stumbled upon the huge metal structure that blocked her path, Zephyr didn't know what to make of it at first. She sought to get around it, but it was so large, it nearly took up the whole alleyway. Doubling back, she realized this must have been where the wrench had come from. Reaching her hand out, she spent a full second searching for the door before she abandoned it for simply wailing on the metal structure with the wrench, heedless of noise or dents or any destruction she might have been causing.
"Open up!" she screamed between her clanking. "Open up and get out here!"
He initially hadn't been paying attention, as he was a bit busy trying to convince himself that, despite his loudly growling stomach, that he wasn't hungry at all. To distract himself from his hunger, he redid his scarf around his neck and then tried to warm his hands.
That's when he heard it - a clash of metal against metal.
"What on..." muttered Oswald, as he rushed to the side of the Ortensia to see what was going on.
It was that girl!
She was damaging his ship! HIS Ortensia! With HIS wrench! For a moment, he wasn't believing what was going on, but another clash of his wrench against the side of his ship snapped him back into reality.
"Hey! HEY! Knock it off!" he demanded of this absolutely crazy girl. He jumped off the top to land on the ground below him, staggering a bit when a wave of dizziness from his hunger overcame him.
As soon as he righted himself, he rushed over to her and attempted to tackle her from the side. He wasn't sure how much one starving rabbit could accomplish against someone taller than him like she was, but he was going to try. This ship was very important to him, and she was whacking it with his wrench. Unforgivable.
