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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Anil solemnly walked along the street of Traverse Town, as he looked down at the ground watching his own feet as they moved across the gravel. It had been a week since the boy suddenly appeared in this new world, and still he hadn't fully adapted to his new surroundings. He did however, know at least the area a little bit. There were three districts total in the entire town, at the moment he was in the first district which is where most of the civilians occupied, due to the fact that the other two districts were supposedly dangerous. What did his boss say? That there were monsters there? Well no matter, Anil didn't like conflict so he was probablly not gonna venture off in those areas anytime soon.
As he continued to walk, his eyes veered off to the side. He watched as tons of people walked past him, all smiling and happy. The boy couldn't help but feel a bit...sad. Just how could this happen to him? Everything was going so well in his world, he was actually starting to gain friends! But of course fate just had to ruin it all...now he was lonely again. Oh well...he had lived most of his life alone, surely this shouldn't have been such a big deal to him, but...He gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly, his hands forming into fists. He could just imagine a rain cloud appearing right over his head at that moment, a clear picture of it in his mind.
And no sooner, it happened. He suddenly felt a wet substance drop on the top of his head. 'huh?' he thought looking up. He saw a small rain cloud, the exact one he pictured in his head, the rain falling straight down on him. "oh come on!" he murmured, he stoped and raising his right arm swar at the cloud making it disappear. He then looked around to find heads looking towards him, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. he gulped, 'great...' he thought nervously. 'Just what I need...people to think I'm a freak.' He looked down at the ground again, his bangs covering his eyes. Good, he didn't want to see anyway...not now at least. He let out a sigh, and thinking just how much a bother his power was walked away from the crowd.
((Apologies for the lateness/crappy post. I'm home for the Easter weekend, and that means having family as a sizable distraction. @-@))
Stone walls, metal piping, neon lights, and cobblestone streets: Traverse Town was no place for a geomancer such as himself.
Everything about the world was manufactured, unnatural, and it made him uncomfortable. He could barely feel the ether of the earth beneath the cobbled ways, barely make it quake with the flexing of his fingers. No, Traverse Town was not at all a place for someone such as him. If anything, it was a prison, and he its powerless prisoner.
Malakai had only been on that world for about month, after that fateful night atop the Polaris Lighthouse, and he still felt like a fish out of water, gasping for the tiniest drop of life-giving liquid. He was fortunate enough to find a place to stay (a small flat in the First District) and employment to pay for the rent, food, new clothes, etc. (doing odd jobs around Town), buts still, there were some things about this new world he just could not shake, just could not get use to, adapt to.
The fact that the world lacked any natural terrain was one, and the odd nature of the world being seemingly ever cloaked in night was another.
The worst had to be the living shadows that infested the place, those creatures he had come to know as the Heartless.
Malakai would not admit it out loud, but the Heartless… they terrified him. He didn’t know what it was about them – the way they moved about twitching in spasms, their smoldering eyes that drifted through the night, the fact that they are Darkness brought to life – but whenever his eyes fell upon them a dread filled his entire being. Sometimes he could not bring himself to move. He didn’t know why they frightened him so, why his body reacted the way it did. He hated it.
His fear of them made him practically a prisoner of a prison within a prison.
The Town was comprised of three Districts: First, Second, and Third. The Heartless, he had learned firsthand, roamed liberally within the Second and Third Districts, while the First was relatively free of the twitchy forms. Because of this he usually kept to the First District, close to what he supposed he should now consider “home.” Seldom did he venture beyond willingly. This, of course, limited where he could go. Drastically.
The Accessory Shop; some strange workshop where stranger creatures with pom-poms on their heads created the strangest of items granted you can bring them the desired materials; another workshop where an old man lived with his son who was named after trees for some odd reason; a small café.
Limited choices. Of them he found himself frequenting the café the most. A quant place, he thought it. Not ever too busy, calm and quiet. It was his favorite place to just sit down and think, meditate deeply on his current situation and what needs to be done about it. So many troubling thoughts; so many messes to clean up…
He thought frequently, to the point he practically lived inside his own head. He had been quite a bit of thinking that day.
Dressed in a grey button-up shirt and a deep violet overcoat with his long, red-brown hair brushed over the scarred half of his face he sat at one of the small tables, mulling over a cup of tea. Today’s topic of meditation was one revolving around work.
He did odd jobs around town, yes. However, his most current one, which ended in a fiasco, put him in a bit of a bind. It was a simple delivery job: take package from point A to point B. However, point A was in the Second District, and B in the Third. Heartless central. He took the job anyway – he needed the munny – and the trip went more or less pretty well. That is… until one small, insignificant Shadow Heartless snuck up on him in the Third District plaza.
The Shadow leapt out of nowhere and raked its claws across his face.
As one of the locals had put it, he had promptly “flipped the fuck out” and the next thing he knew… he had caused the earth beneath the plaza to up heave. He crushed the tiny Shadow under a landslide of soil, rock, and cobblestone, and left a great gaping hole in plaza. The residents of the Third District were not in the tiniest bit pleased.
After apologizing profusely, Malakai not only had rent for his apartment in the First District to pay off but also a hefty fine for the damages her had incurred. On top of that he did not get paid. Essentially, he was now short of munny. Very short. And needed to find work fast. Only now after that people were reluctant to hire him… It was all just a mess…
Malakai sighed. Things were so much easier when he was a…
Somewhat dejected, he busied himself over his cup. He swilled the dark liquid around. So many troubles, so little he could do by himself…
He once more was ready to sink into his thoughts when a sudden commotion peeled him away from them.
“Oh come on!”
His head jerked up at the voice, the bell around his neck jingling as he moved, and craned his body around to see what was wrong. Everyone, he noticed, was looking at a boy - a boy with a rain cloud looming over his head that he swat away hurriedly.
Curious, Malakai thought. He had seen much magic before, mostly in the form of giant fireballs and lightning bolts, but this boy, he assumed, had summoned up the offending cloud over his head. He had yet to see a spell like that, to say the least. His curiosity got the best of him.
“A neat trick, that,” Malakai said, loud enough for the boy to hear. “The ability to conjure up constructs such as a miniature rain cloud. Though, I wager it’s a gift you’ve yet to master, yes? Your aggravated proclamation can only suggest so…”
He lifted the cup back up to his lips, gazing out at the boy with his one good eye as he drank.
Anil frowned as he looked down at the ground, hoping to avoid everyone's gaze. 'I guess it's not that bad...' he thought, replaying what had just happened in his head. Stuff like that always happened to him. One minute everything would be just fine, and then the next well...
He sighed, 'Man my luck is bad...' he said jokingly in his head, trying to cheer himself up. He was about to be absorbed within his own thoughts, when a voice reached his ear. “A neat trick, that,” the voice had said, the boy turned his head to the side, to find a tall man sitting at the local cafe, staring at him or at least it looked like it. Anil cocked his eyebrow, 'Is he talking to me?' he thought curiously, as he looked around him, thinking perhaps there was someone near him that the man was actually veering his attention to.
However, the man then said. " “The ability to conjure up constructs such as a miniature rain cloud. Though, I wager it’s a gift you’ve yet to master, yes? Your aggravated proclamation can only suggest so…” Oh nope, he was talking to him. The boy looked at the man questiongly, wondering if he should engage in conversation with him or not. Afterall, he wasn't exactly the social type, but then he didn't wanna be rude so...might as well make some small chat, he just hoped the guy wouldn't turn out to be a total whacko.
He walled closer to the man, nodding to his comment earlier. "I guess you could say something like that." He said, stopping as he reached the table the man was at. "It's not so much controlling it that's hard...more like trying to prevent my mind from making it happen that's hard." At that moment the boy let out a short laugh, he was sure the man wouldn't understand what he meant, how could he? No one else had his ability. And if there was, well then good for them. At least someone would share his problems then. He shut up, and looking at the stranger, waited for a response.
The boy had heard him, though he seemed reluctant to engage in conversation.
Fair enough, Malakai thought as he examined the boy from over the rim of his cup. He was, after all, a complete stranger and the boy appeared as uncomfortable enough as it is. Foreign, out of place. Malakai knew what that was like, barely a month ago. And this boy… His was a face he did not recognize – so surely he had to be a new arrival there. Brought there by similar circumstance, trying to find his place. Yet again, a sentiment Malakai himself knew all too well. He was a stranger in a strange new place he hardly knew: if the boy did not choose to reply, well, he was well within his right not to.
To his surprise the boy answered him and came closer: "I guess you could say something like that. It's not so much controlling it that's hard...more like trying to prevent my mind from making it happen that's hard."
“Ah, but isn’t ‘trying to prevent my mind from making it happen’ a form of control in itself? By that logic, I stand by my previous statement: it’s a gift you’ve yet to master,” the man said coolly, peering up at him with one vibrant blue eye, one milky white veiled by a curtain of hair. “…My apologies if I sound antagonizing or if I am prying into affairs best left alone; I mean no ill will. Such power… it’s not something to be ashamed of. To imagine and make real. Imaginations are difficult to reign in oft times…” He sat his cup down with a soft chink of china. “Forgive me if I am jumping to conclusions, but, that’s what your power more or less entails, yes?”
Anil was surprised by the strangers sudden guess, his eye's widening only slightly, "h-how did you know?" he asked nervously. Just who was this guy? Was he a mind reader? It wouldnt be a wild guess, since any was apparently possible, his being here was proof of that. He waited for a response from the man, though not soon after he heard a mild voice in his head.
"Are you ok Anil?" The voice asked. Anil's eye's narrowed, he turned his head to the side and seeing a ghost like figure behind him whispered. "What are you doing here?" The boy knew full well who the figure was...The Medecine Man, he had been Anil's first creation when he discovered his powers, and had then been with him ever since. He was in a way sort of like a bodyguard for Anil, and even though most people would find that to be a good thing, Anil didn't.
He hated his imaginary friend's sudden appearances, and had for certain reasons an attitude towards him, though he knew he meant only well. 'Your heart raced.' The Medicine Man said, answering the boys question. Anil sighed, "What? so everytime I get a little excited you have to come crashing by?!" he asked, "I'm fine ok? So if you don't mind, I'm trying to talk to someone without having them think I'm a freak." At that moment both man and boy were silent, Anil turned his head towards the stranger, and acting as if the Medecine Man wasn't there tried to regain his composure.
The Medecine Man said nothing for awhile, but then nodding he bowed his head saying. "I see...I apologize...I shall take my leave." And holding a fan over his face disappeared. Once he was gone, Anil let out a sigh of relief and shaking his head slightly veered his attention back at the stranger, hopefully he hadn't notice that whole incident otherwise, this conversation maybe cut shorter than he thought it would.
(Many weeks late, I'm so very sorry. But my inspiration to write has come back. If you are no longer interested in continuing this, do let me know. Dx )
“How did I know?” Malakai smiled softly. “You’ve… more or less told me yourself: ‘trying to prevent my mind from making it happen.’ Your mind is clearly the seat of your power, and it is also the seat of one’s imagination. I could only conclude – ”
He stopped short, as what happened next took him by surprise. Out of nowhere appeared a figure, like a ghost materializing, and immediately it drew the boy’s attention. The figure’s sudden appearance startled him – he did not see the man coming – but it seemed that the boy knew this person: an acquaintance of his. Nothing… to be startled by then…
Silently Malakai waited as they spoke, busying himself once more with his tea, taking care not to listen in on what the two were discussing. When the two stopped talking, he looked back up. Just as quickly the figure appeared… it had gone without a trace. He gazed up at the boy with his good eye, and gave a gentle smile, an invitation for the boy to continue the conversation, curious if the young man would provide an explanation as to who was that strange fellow.
