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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"... work, huh?" Leiz groggily replied, momentarily sheltering his eyes away from the bright light of a nearby streetlamp. Absorbed in thought, he seriously considered the proposition, even though there were boundaries to what he would do.
He didn't like working with other people. He didn't even like putting people on his ship. If it was a temporary thing, he didn't mind nearly as much. It was at least something that got him traveling and doing interesting things instead of endlessly searching for experiences on other worlds. Experiences that would serve to prove a point - a true presence of masculinity.
Filled with vanity, the green-haired boy couldn't help but take their advances seriously. If this wasn't an offer taken to advance his own goals, then it was certainly something worth doing to pass the time. After all, he just got an extension on his vacation. This period of freedom wasn't going to last forever. It could end any day. "... I like that. -hic- I like that a lot."
"We'll negotiate somethin' tomorrow. Meet me at the docks here in the morning. ... no, that's right, this place doesn't have daytime. ... rest up and meet me at ship docks in fifteen hours."
With that, the green-haired boy left the three to their own devices, exiting the First District through the main entrance. Beyond the two large double doors laid the starport, filled with a few Gummi Ships. Tomorrow, one of those ships would serve a very important purpose.
For four certain individuals, it would carry the sails of freedom.
