Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
Post by sagefirefox on Feb 3, 2008 14:54:50 GMT -4
Water poured down from the sky. Little individual drops that made a rhythmic pattern as they continuously hit the cobblestone. A crescent moon hung over the open space illuminating the dark with only a sliver of light. Mist hung in the air, gathering up as the raindrops evaporated quickly. Puddles pooled and sat in low parts of the walkway getting kicked up and sprayed by passing feet. Not being able to suck up any water, the grass blocked it out and the water level grew. It seemed almost impossible to see your hand in front of your face making it hard to know just where you were going.
From somewhere in the soaked darkness came a flame. It bounced around and swirled in the night oblivious of the water. As the drops continued to hit it, nothing happened. It did not fizz or sizzle, crackle or die out. The flame simply refused to give up and let the rain put it out. Looking closer, very close, you could see that the flame belonged to a tail. The tail was a deep brown, chocolate color and was part of a fox. The fox itself was dancing in the rain, it lept from puddle to puddle splashing the stone with more drops.
Although the fur was matted and wet with rain, the fox seemed to be very happy. In fact, if you strained your ears to listen, you could hear the fox humming a cheerful tune. The flame on the fox's tail did not seem to be burning the fox, it almost seemed as if the fox was born with a fiery personality and the tail showed it. No matter what happened, this fox refused to let some little water droplets put its spirits down.
Jumping again to a larger pool of water the fox's legs gave way and the small animal fell. Having been going at such a fast speed, the fox slid on the water into a nearby wall banging its head hard. The dark brown ears flattened and the fox, which was actually a girl, lifted her paw up and rubbed the spot that was hit. Growling to herself how much it had hurt the fox wrapped her glowing tail around her body warming it up. The jade green eyes on the fox blinked and slowly began to close.
Unlike the little fox who had bounded joyously through the rain, another person observed the rain with a darker view. Pessimist that they were, the figure grumbled as they sloshed through the puddles, moving almost urgently despite the fact that... well, they were really just wandering aimlessly. They didn't have anywhere to go or anyplace to come home to. So they just wandered.
And right now, Traverse Town wasn't looking much better than The World That Never Was, what with this blasted rain.
Miserable, Rixor stopped under the overhang of one of the buildings, desperately trying to get out of the unforgiving sheet of water. He was drenched. His silvery white cloak -- so much like the Organization's -- was soaked through, clinging forlornly to the Unknown's lithe body. Even the stupid hood hadn't been any protection from the rain. Xerik, when he had designed these things, had obviously been more concerned with looking the opposite of the Organization than providing the wearers with protection from the elements. Cheap jerk.
So Rixor pushed back his hood, revealing the face of a frustrated sixteen-year-old. At least, that was what he appeared to be. It was a friendly face by nature, but a scowl currently dominated it. His eyes were the color of liquid silver, brightening and darkening with his moods. A fang-like mark blackened his left cheek, the tip of it pointing toward his mouth. His hair was mostly pale blond and messy, melting into a vibrant green at the back of his neck. It hung to his shoulders -- at least, when it wasn't plastered to his head by water it did.
The teen combined black-gloved fingers through dripping hair, grumping about his luck. His cloak was drenched, as was the clothing he wore underneath it. His black boots were practically inhaling water at this point, so he had to deal with uncomfortable squishy socks. It wasn't fair. He had chosen to come here instead of The World That Never Was so that he wouldn't have to deal with the rain.
Post by winterlovesong on Feb 3, 2008 15:57:13 GMT -4
Soaked black hair swung limply around her face as a fourteen-year-old girl stalked through the sodden Traverse Town streets, crimson eyes burning with undisguised annoyance. Needless to say, Ren thoroughly disliked rain. It was as bad as snow, just in a more...wet form.
She had discarded the eyepatch a while ago, leaving on her ship, so both red eyes were revealed. Bleh. Her tanktop clung to her body, as did the shorts. At least her feet were warm in her boots. A shudder ripped through her body, and she clutched herself tightly, the knuckles her hands--clad in wine-colored fingerless gloves--whitening as they clenched into fists. Crystalline drops of water splashed everytime she took a step, flinging into her face. She shook out her hair impatiently, searching for a place to find shelter.
There was an overhang from one of the buildings, and Ren made a beeline towards it. She ignored the other person currently standing under it, who looked to be about sixteen. The girl scowled once more at her clothes. She really ought to get new ones. I mean, how many people waltzed around in a tanktop and shorts, with a dagger on a sash around her waist?
Not many, that was for sure.
She noticed a fox in the middle of the street. It looked like it was in pain. Ren didn't have time for it. Her eyes flickered to it once and then back again, not noticing the tail flame.
She let out a gusty sigh. So much for being a scary pirate.
Post by sagefirefox on Feb 3, 2008 17:14:49 GMT -4
The brown ears on the fox twitched. Once...twice....three times. Deciding to not ignore it for another second the fox opened one eye wearily. She saw a girl in a tank top and shorts, idiot, and a boy wearing a silver cloak, trouble. Having no idea why her ears were twitching so bad she got up. Due to the rain soaking her fur, the fox felt 5 pounds heavier. Shaking all the water from her fur the fox carried on. She walked past the silver cloaked person, letting her tail drag on the ground and leaving V shaped ripples behind it.
Pausing for a second the fox letting out a small sneeze. A cold? Is it possible that she was catching a measly cold? No, there was no such thing. Again she sneezed, a bit harder and louder this time. Lifting up a paw the fox wiped her nose on her wet fur and scrubbed the paw in a puddle. She sat down in the puddle, not even caring as the water splashed up and drenched her fur again. Sneezing several times at once, each time her ears would flap wildly and her snout would point to the ground, the fox concluded that she was in fact, sick.
Grumbling some more on how she was stupid enough to let herself fall asleep in the cold rain, the fox stood on her four legs again. She stepped quickly, making her way to under a hangover of a building. This time she coughed. It sounded like a wheezing noise, as if the fox was choking on something. Covering her mouth with a padded brown paw the she fox muttered a polite, "Excuse me for coughing." to the boy in fox language. She knew that there was a slim chance he could understand her but it was always nice enough to excuse herself. The fox also knew that even if he couldn't understand her it would only sound like the fox was barking at him to leave or something along those line, she never took the time to understand fox language.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2008 17:51:31 GMT -4 by sagefirefox
Rixor fell silent as a girl approached and joined him under the overhang. If that wasn't bad enough, some fox -- was its tail on fire?? -- seemed to also decide that the overhang was the best place to be. The boy tried not to grit his teeth, shoulders tensing as he strove not to look at either one of them.
"Geez, Rix, anti-social much?" A warm voice suddenly laughed from his memory, called forth by the situation Rixor was currently in. Back then, he and the owner of the voice had been mingling among normal people, just looking to get out of the Castle for a day. "Do you hate people or something? Should I be worried that I'm bothering you too?" His friend had laughed, merely teasing. Rixor remembered how he smiled softly in response, shaking his head. "You'll never bother me." While untrue in the literal sense -- his friend had been fond of causing mischief -- Rixor had never been uptight around him like he was other people.
He... missed his only friend. A lot.
Suddenly overcome by a wave of homesickness, the Unknown closed his eyes and clenched his fingers into fists. It wasn't fair. In fact, it was downright cruel. An alien universe he could have handled. But to stick him in a realm that was so very like his own, except for one key factor -- he shouldn't exist -- was unbearable. It hurt to know that the people he had known, liked or resented, loved or hated... all of them were probably among these worlds, were he to go look.
But he didn't dare. They didn't know him, and that would hurt even more than knowing they were out there. He didn't want to find his old friend and see the blankness in his gaze. See that familiar face regard him like a stranger. No. Rixor wouldn't be able to handle that.
Letting out a sharp sigh, the green-blonde realized that the fox was barking at him. Given his current mood, it was all he could do not to snarl at it in response.
Post by winterlovesong on Feb 4, 2008 21:07:19 GMT -4
Ren, though appearing to ignore any given situation or problem (this one being two living creatures taking up her breathing space), had to always keep on her toes and be alert in any surrounding: she was a wanted woman (or rather girl) after all. So it did not escape her notice when the boy (for lack of better term; what was she to call a member of the male species when they are older than her, but have not yet reached the title of 'man'?) clenched his fingers into fists and closed his eyes, pain and frustration evident. The girl, for a split second, recognized herself in him; at one point in her life when so much pain had overcome her, she would copy that stance, unable to bear. So, Ren concluded, he must be in pain somehow, but not physically.
She raised an eyebrow at the little brown fox who trundled up suddenly to the teen and began to bark at him. It wasn't in an aggressive manner (Ren had dealt with animals before, or at least a half animal), but more...diplomatic and dignified. Still, the pirate could not hold back a snide comment that was on the tip of her tongue, dying to be said.
"I daresay that fox is flirting with you."
She kept her voice light, but not friendly, her expression clearly amused. Deep in her cerise eyes there was a sparkle of actual curiosity at the fox's strange behavior, and in her voice there was a partway disguised expression of her seemingly endless ill temper. She crossed her arms, leaning on one hip, and observed them both, musing. She read the boy's expression, (which was practically a snarl) and ruled out that he was most certainly not in a good mood.
Well, who is these days? Ren thought to herself dryly.
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2008 17:30:45 GMT -4 by sagefirefox
Post by sagefirefox on Feb 4, 2008 21:49:57 GMT -4
"I daresay that fox is flirting with you."
The fox slapped a paw over her eyes, of course it was obvious, they couldn't understand her. Looking back up at the girl with black hair she noticed that the girl, in fact, was looking at the boy. Giving the opportunity she snapped back, in her clearest fox language a cunning,
"And I daresay that you are checking him out."
She gave it all her power to make sure that the red eyed, black haired girl heard word for word what the brown fox had said. The fox snickered and stood up just as a door to a close place opened. Warm light flooded out, followed by a roar of laughter. Giving the opportunity, the she fox stomped her right back foot in the water, sending a clear wave of water flying though the mist, she zipped through the open door. A pair of feet ran out and the door closed, but not before the fox's tail disappeared and was replaced by a girl's pale foot in a running shoe.
The girl's name was Sage. Standing a little under 5'6, she considered herself tall for her age. Her hair was jet black, unlike the fox's fur, and cut short in a pixie cut that had long since grown out of it's neat and even style. Unlike many other people, when their hair grew out it ruined the look, Sage's hair growing was actually a good thing. It was still short but a small piece of her bang covered her left eye. She had white running shoes with gray scuff marks around the sides and threads hanging out. Money was short for her, Sage was constantly figuring out ways to get money without stealing it or taking advantage of one. Her legs were half covered by Capri's, the bottoms worn out by their constant wearing. The shirt she wore was black and had a green tank top under it, the black was faded and the length was short, most likely from years of having it.
Stepping around a couple tables, Sage pulled out a small amount of munny and sat at a barstool. The closest person sat 3 stools away on her right and there was no one on her left side, it gave the 14 year old girl a lonely feeling. She knew what it felt like already to be left alone, after all she had no family. It wasn't much munny and it was almost all she had, but she needed to be warmed up and knew that it would look odd coming in and buying nothing. Sage had stood out, early in the morning in her fox form, and did a series of flips and handstands repeatedly just for a small amount of munny. Next time would be better, she just knew it. Seeing that no one had come, the girl clutched her munny in the palm of her left hand and stared longingly at the fire.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2008 21:50:14 GMT -4 by sagefirefox
"Really?" Rixor returned automatically. "Maybe it was just saying hi." He immediately gritted his teeth, wishing he hadn't spoken. It was just... ergh. That sarcastic comment could have so easily come from another, more familiar mouth.
The teen winced, hardly noticing when the fox left. His silver gaze had shifted subtlely toward the girl, taking in her odd attire. Against his better judgement, curiosity flared. Rixor shoved a hand in one pocket, fiddling with the large silver ring he had kept as his only momento of home. He tended to play with it when he was distracted.
"...What's your name?" He asked finally, settling on being polite. "I'm Rixor."
Post by winterlovesong on Feb 5, 2008 17:39:21 GMT -4
The girl turned an amused look upon the fox as it turned on her in a rather rude manner, barking angrily. She cocked an eyebrow, wondering if it understood her. If it hadn't, just disliked her for no particular reason, she wouldn't be surprised in the least. If it had...
Was it actually someone cursed to turn into a fox at certain times? So much like Sabranth had?
Immediately Ren's conscious self shied away from that particular subject. Her eyes followed the fox as it stalked away, towards an open door. As the teen boy next to her began to speak, she put the fox in the back of her mind, which would be examined later.
His response seemed...strange. As if he had forgotten where he was an who he was speaking to. Then, as if it had dawned upon him again, he winced. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before he spoke again, offering his name and asking for hers.
Ren stiffened, her eyes scouring the boy's attire. It didn't match that of an Archadian Imperial, and she highly doubted they would recruit one as young as a teenager. Older than her, still, at any rate. The pirate lost her stiff stance, but didn't relax entirely, still on the lookout for any suspicious behavior that the boy may know her somewhere and be on her tail.
"Name's Ren," she responded casually, lacing her fingers behind her neck in a relaxed pose. "Rixor, eh? I pleasure, I suppose...though I couldn't really say for sure, we've hardly exchanged ten words," she remarked dryly, a wry half-smile finding its way onto her face.
She wondered where the fox had gone, once again, but returned her mind to the conversation, slightly intrigued.
Post by sagefirefox on Feb 5, 2008 20:16:08 GMT -4
Entertainment did not come easy for Sage. Years of living without her parents had stripped away any fun and laughter from her life. She quickly gave up on waiting for anyone to come and take her order-a small cup of soup-and got up. The girl took a seat by the fire, sinking into the cushion as she put her weight into it. Her eyes stared into the dancing flames, mesmerized by their movement. The orange colors reflected in her eyes and went out completely as the door opened and let out a large group of laughing people. Cold wind swirled around the place before going up the chimney and blowing out the fire. Sage curled up in her chair and shivered as the wind passed. Taking a look around her, she noticed that only 5 people were left, including Sage.
Maybe it was time for her to take the remaining munny and find a place to sleep, if she had enough. Seeing that it was worth a shot, Sage stood and walked over to door. Her mind wandered back to that girl in the shorts, about her age, and that boy in the silver cloak. All Sage could say was if they were still out there, damn them. She pushed the door open with the remaining strength she had and looked around for any signs of people. Of course, the girl and boy were still there, they seemed to be talking. Sage frowned, how long could a conversation take? She supposed this was the appropriate time to say something like this, damn them.
She positioned herself on the opposite side of the door that Rixor was by. Sage stood a ways away for a couple reasons, so that Ren and Rixor couldn't see her, and so that if any person opened the door, Sage wouldn't get hit. Water dripped from the roof and onto Sage where there was no over hang for shelter. She would move, if the part that was sheltered wasn't directly next to the door that could open without a moment's notice and flatten Sage against the wall. The other two options were, stand in the rain, or by the green and blond haired teen. Not a chance.
((My first post that I've swore in, v_v shame on me. But I didn't type it, spell check corrected my spelling of dann, Muahahahaha!))
There was a wry curve to his own lips. "True, true... but each exchange we make lessens that number." The teen continued to fiddle with the silvery ring, wishing not for the first time that it hadn't lost its familiar, original form. Then again, he wished a lot of things were different than they were.
Rixor bit his lower lip, silver eyes dulling to gray as he became lost in his thoughts for a few minutes. "...So what brings you to this place?" The Unknown asked finally, suddenly recalling that he had been in the middle of a conversation. "It's rather wet today, isn't it?" That had to be the understatement of the year.
Post by winterlovesong on Feb 6, 2008 21:52:16 GMT -4
The wind, bitterly cold and splashed with rain, spun frantically around Ren's sharp, thin face during the silence that fell between Ren and Rixor. Of course, it always had been, but she became more conscious of it now, for she was shying away from her thoughts, trying not to think about what wanted to be thought about.
Mind casting around for another topic, she noticed after several minutes he spoke up again, as if just remembering Ren was still standing there (much to her annoyance). She didn't let it show on her face as she answered in her usual remote, sarcastic tone. She raised an eyebrow. "Wet? You bet. I grew up in a desert, so..." She didn't need to finish her statement, eyeing the falling drops with evident disgust.
"As for what brings me here..." she mused aloud. Well, it's always best to tell the truth, she thought wryly. "I'm on the run from a life that wasn't supposed to happen."
She blinked. Wait, that came out wrong. She meant 'I'm on the run from some people I ticked off'. Where had that last part come from...? Her mind casted back to why she had been avoiding her thoughts, and it dawned on her.
Ah. Sabranth wasn't supposed to happen.
Well, the statement made sense, if you looked at her life in the long run. She was what happened after her parents had...gone too far. A mistake. Unwanted. And she really didn't enjoy living her life at the moment... Maybe she was looking for a new one. She really didn't know what she wanted anymore.
She shook her head, returning to the conversation. "Oh, sorry--I spaced there for a second."
Vaguely she remembered the fox from earlier, but once again ignored the memory.
Last Edit: Feb 6, 2008 21:53:23 GMT -4 by sagefirefox
Post by sagefirefox on Feb 6, 2008 22:34:11 GMT -4
Drip, drop, drip, drop. The sound was so familiar to Sage. Every time a drop of freshwater hit her head, Sage would squeeze her eyes shut for a second before opening them to yet another drop. A raindrop slid down her nose and stopped at her pale lips. It was soon shaken off by the chattering of Sage's teeth, where it landed on her fingertips that were coming up to hold her jaw still. She was surprised but the temperature of her shriveled fingertips, they were colder than the rain, maybe even colder than ice. Sage pulled them away quickly, as if they could burn her skin at the touch. Her eyes looked to the sky pirate and the Unknown. Their words were muted by the falling water and Sage could only select out a few words from the conversation, "Me....run.....happen."
Run....hmmm, the idea didn't seem to bad to Sage. She could run to a inn and by a room and take a quick shower before going to sleep. Cold place vs. hot place? Of course she would pick the hot, warm place. It was common sense to anyone stuck out in this rain. But no, Sage stayed, there was something that was keeping her here. Of all the things, pouring rain, hanging mist, cold air, dark night, and being alone...sort of....could not even beat out this one thing. If someone came around and asked her what she was doing here, Sage wouldn't even so much as blink before she had blurted out, "I'm with them." and point to Rixor and Ren.
They were so caught up in their conversation that Sage knew that they wouldn't even noticed a shivering girl pointing at them with a colorless finger. In fact her whole body was practically pale and numb. She would have rather shifted into her fox form and let her tail flame warm her body up. Shivering out of the scene Sage stared out into the rain. This was going to be a long night...
"I'm on the run from a life that wasn't supposed to happen."
Rixor swallowed, mouth abruptly dry. "No problem." he mumbled in response to her apology. He was still shaken by her earlier response. How ironic, that he could empathize with that statement so much. If the words had just been slightly different... they could have been his own. Running... but running to, instead of from. He wanted so desperately to reclaim the old life he had lost.
Without it, he had no friends. No family.
The blonde swallowed again, letting out a shaky laugh. "Hah... yeah, I... I kinda know how that is..." 'A life that wasn't supposed to happen.' "...but what can you do against fate, huh? Things happen as they do, and we can't change that."
'Well, not most people.' he amended bitterly, thinking of what had gotten him into this mess.