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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"I'm known for being a little cold-shouldered. People make it a point to generally avoid me."
Lyrah gave Setsuna a soft, sympathetic look. So far he didn't seem like a person to avoid. He more or less seemed like a person who was often misunderstood or not even given a chance. She didn't feel threatened by his presence or even slightly uncomfortable. She saw no reason to turn and run from him. She hoped to make this friendship different from others in his past.
Lyrah listened with interest to the rest of Setsuna's story. She felt very comfortable now. She was in her comfort zone: listening. Lyrah could listen to anyone with pure interest and she could listen to the same person for hours. Her friends often came to her if they needed someone to just talk to. But that's usually all they came to her for. Lyrah wasn't generally good at giving advice.
She was about to start explaining her situation when Setsuna spoke of the boys again. She had forgotten about them.
Lyrah's eyes traveled back up the tower and the two boys on the ledge. She hadn't seen the red-head look down at them. Setsuna was probably being a little paranoid. She didn't feel threatened by them either, but maybe she should. She had never seen people like them around Twilight Town before. "Hmmm...maybe we should say something to them?"
She tightened her grasp on the strap on her shoulder that held her quiver. If a fight was going to break out, she'd be ready.
Roxas, unfortunately, had indeed 'fixed' his best friend; however his crouching position hadn't been very stable, and when the flurry of flames jumped and flailed, the blond jumped as well.
"Ax-"
The jump led to slipping, winding himself on the edge of the ledge, and falling toward the ground below- with the Popsicle stick fluttering out of his sleeve as he fell, landing on the ledge next to Axel, "WINNER" side up. How ironic, eh?
As the Key fell, his mind cycled through fragments of fuzzy memories- a similar dream, where he was fighting a... something..., far above the ground he was rapidly descending towards; then there was another, where he was falling, and then fighting the twilight thorn.
Of course, his current situation was unlike either of those, and since he was borderline unconscious, he wasn't computing the need to glide, or float, or portal, or otherwise catch himself as he fell, head first, down toward the ground.
He was happy, though- because Axel seemed to be better, and his dazed mind relaxed. That was all that mattered, was that he and Axel were best friends again!
Of course, his fuzzy mind reasoned;
Axel will catch me...
Right?
Wait... catch me?!
Rubbing his eyes in midair, the nobody struggled to right himself. It was all happening so quickly though- and his body wasn't responding, still trying to sort itself out from the lovely collision with the sturdy stone ledge.
No sooner had the empty popsicle stick landed than was Axel on his feet. There was an audience below, but that couldn't hinder him. Not at a critical time like this. He didn't have time to work around that fact. He knew what needed to be done. He had no time to think up other ways to do it.
Had the people below been watching, they'd have seen a flurry of dark strings wisp together within a few seconds, spinning into a dark corridor. Simultaneously, another came to life at ground-level.
In the blink of an eye, Number Eight had gone through the one at the Tower, and was now on the ground level, just (barely) in time to save his friend from a deadly collision. Though the force of Roxas' fall had knocked Axel backward, he managed to regain his balance and set his friend on his feet.
A second later and the portals closed up.
While most friends would ask something to the effect of 'are you all right', Axel instead punched his best friend's shoulder. It was a playful jest, but there was a serious edge to it. His eyes still spoke volumes of the adrenaline and worry that had just coursed through him. "Don't scare me like that!" That was his way of being thankful the kid was still alive. Just one among many of Number Eight's unique quirks.
((Yeah, go ahead. We'll set posting order to: Xepte, Era, Bluey, and then Xraivex. If nobody posts by Wednesday, march 9th, I'll just go ahead and change the posting order.))
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