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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Her mind was a blank. She could see nothing but darkness in her dream. She looked around in alarm, but it was no use when there was nothing to look at. She opened her mouth to call out, for who she did not know, but it mattered little, for she immediately realized she had no voice. She took a step forward, but with forced effort. Then, she was falling, falling into nothing.
A girl with long brown hair sat propped up against a tree in the forest outside of twilight town, near the Old Mansion. She seemed peacefully asleep, undisturbed until her head slid from its position and she awoke with a start. She looked around in quite the startled manner, but as she took in her surroundings, and saw now initial danger lurking about, she settled down once again. Slowly, she looked down, entangling her fingers in the dark grass around her.
What was this place? She thought it was quite nice. Dark, secluded, quiet... Was she still dreaming? She couldn't gather reason for why or how she got here. Maybe she was still groggy from sleeping, and simply needed time to clear her mind. She leaned back against the tree once again,staring off into space as she watched the leaves above sway peacefully in the calm breeze.
But clearing her mind was not such an easy task. Only a few moments went by before more questions rose in her mind; Why was her mind so blank? The last thing she could remember.... she couldn't remember the last thing she remembered. Who was she? And... why was she wearing a skirt?
She scrambled to her feet in a rush, her heart racing as she circled around the tree, looking for a sign, any sign at all that would answer these questions. Once she concluded that she was still alone, and quite confused, she leaned against the tree, nervously fidgeting as she stared at the forest floor, trying to piece something together- anything that would fit.
That's when she noticed the silver chain around her neck. She pulled the chain up to reveal a sapphire gem hanging from the necklace. She had to strain her eyes to look at properly, but up close she could see the word 'Liv' engraved in it. She stared at it for several moments, before she repeated it out loud, "Liv..." Her voice sounded oddly foreign to her, sending chills down her spine. But as for the engraving, could it be her name? A hint of who she was?
She glanced around one more time, and noticed not far off was an old, worn out-looking mansion, and somewhat opposite of it, a wall at the end of the thicket of trees, with a large crack in it, plenty large to pass through. Now she was left with the simple choice; left, or right?
"You shouldn't think of a direction as a path, yo." The voice was edgy and sardonic, cool, intelligent. It came from straight ahead, where a man leaned against the trunk of one of the larger trees. It seemed that he had been chilling behind it, for he slid to its side and looked at her.
Posthumous had the lightest hair. Almost white hair, it was so blonde. It hung around his even paler face, making him seem ghostlike in the dull forest that surrounded the pair. He wore a blood-red three piece suit with a black tie and a white undershirt, and an emblem of a broken record disk was easily seen on the lapel. His facial features were cut- his nose, narrow. His lips parted slightly as he looked at her, his eyes hidden behind dark shades.
What kind of pretentious character wore sunglasses in a dark forest... at twilight?
This coolkid.
"You'll always end up lost no matter what direction you go." A rhyme. The guy grinned. This silly human, sleeping in the middle of a forest where the black creatures were obviously going to be hiding in. What was she doing? Was this normal for humans to do? Did they have powers in their sleep or something? "But if you have a guide to walk you through..." He flourished his arm, his hand outstretched away from the girl and off in the distance. Was he gesturing to something? His fingertips pointed directly towards the concrete wall in the distance. The tear in the wall. Whatever lay beyond it, maybe the ghostly figure was 'directing' her there. "You'll find you're always safe, fo sho." AABA. Post finished the rhyme scheme and looked at the girl who sat so blatantly confused before him.
"Posthumous." Whatever that word meant, the man flourished it, putting a finger to his glasses. "And your name?"
As the man stepped out from behind the other tree, she shrunk back beside her tree, taking comfort in the rugged bark of its sturdy presence. Had he been wathching her this whole time? Her mind was scrambled enough without trying to process his puzzling rhythm of words, but try she did, to no avail. And as he outstretched his arm, her gaze trailed off in the direction he seemed to be indicating. For a moment, she became fixated on the wide crack in the wall. Was he trying to help her? As she thought over his words, she concluded that he must be. And she had no reason to believe otherwise, aside from the puzzling way he spoke.
"Posthumous...?" She repeated slowly, then, looking back down at the sapphire hanging from her neck, she answered him, "Liv..." she said with uncertainty, but then, she said more firmly, "my name is Liv."
Post just stared. That face... Whoever this girl was, she wasn't even sure of it. Wow- that was pretty harsh. At least Post knew who he was! The pale guy sighed. "Chief, you're looking pretty lost yo. You're not from around here, I'm totally feeling that."
The Melody put his hands in his pockets and sighed. This chick was totally out of it. That meant it was the coolkid's duty to get her to a safe spot. Specifically, Twilight Town. Hanging on the outskirts would only make things difficult. In a flash, Post's Mesa's hung to his sides, red cogs, each with a disk spinning slowly on the top. His fingertips touched the edges of the disk and the item let out a crystal note. In time, Post's fingers were travelling over the disk like clockwork, the melody singing through the air. The Melody listened to the beat, turning his head a bit
"The town's this way. All like, golden and stuff, right? Yeah, twilight. And if you dunno what's up, there'll be someone there who can help." He looked at her through his dark shades, his expression unreadable. "I'm kinda new to this thing too so don't feel too alone."
Post didn't reveal his emotions, or the thoughts that were running through his head. Like, what even happened back on his place? Where did Nova even go? What even is? The thoughts were a cluster of voices in his head all looking for different answers, and all the awesome guy could do was sit there and act like nothing was up. Or well, set the standard that nothing was up. Actinc was for people who weren't cool enough to BE.
"I don't know where I'm from, honestly." She mumbled timidly, mostly to herself.
Liv jumped slightly as the musical object appeared in his grasp, and watched as a tune leaped forth from his touch. The music added a whole new texture to the atmosphere, and without full consciousness of it, Liv was put at ease simply by the presence of his tune. As he spoke, she turned back towards the crack in the wall. A gold twilight town? It didn't seem unpleasant at all- and to think she'd almost gone to the old mansion in the distance.
So, now she had a plan, thanks to Posthumous, and though many things still lay in question, she could now put it to the back of her mind, and worry about it later. "New to what, might I ask?" She asked as she laced her fingers together absentmindedly, twiddling her thumbs as she watched his instrument-like object, rather than looking at him directly- she couldn't see passed the shades over his eyes anyways, even if she was seeking eye contact.
Had he experienced something similar to her? Would that be why her confusion was so obvious? As a headache abruptly surface, Liv noted silently to herself not to ask herself so many questions. Instead, she focused on Posthumous once more. He was certainly kind, and was obviously a musician, though Liv did not precisely understand the object he was using. He also seemed much more composed than her, and for that, Liv was glad. Because he was certainly proof that things could make sense.
The pale Melody looked back to the girl from his Mesa's. New to what? Oh. She didn't know.
The man scrutinized the situation behind his dark shades. Was it his duty to explain to her? It's not something he wanted to do, but at the same time she deserved to know. Aaand at the same time, Post didn't want to be a reason that somebody was depressed. Especially if they couldn't remember anything, as this lady seemed to be afflicted with amnesia. Post was caught. What was he supposed to do, and how could he do it and still be zetta awesome?
"You're new to the game. This dealio, we gotta survive, or we'll end up being just like those black creatures. I'm new to the game, but I'm totally demolishing these noobs." You, on the other hand... She could barely remember her name. How could she fight those creatures? And... how could she fight them when she learned her world was destroyed?
This guy, Posthumous, was just getting more confusing by the minute. Did he mean that they were in danger? He didn't seem too concerned if they were. And if he wasn't going to give any straight answers, Liv didn't think he would be much help. She glanced around the forest with a puzzled expression. How could a place like this harbor anything dangerous? It seemed so peaceful, from what she had seen so far. With this talk of survival, however, Liv didn't particularly want to find out what he meant by 'black creatures'.
"So you're not afraid?" She asked as she looked back to him.
(Did we want to bring in the Heartless or Nobodies at some point in the thread? I don't wanna bore you xD)
Post shrugged. Scared? Nah. The Void Eaters were scarier- they were the real Mccoy in his perspective. For real, the Heartless might be able to like eat your Heart, but at least you had the chance to fight. He played with his shades as he thought. "I don't really think it's all that harsh, as long as we avoid the strong ones, fo sho. That's why I'd head to the city- kinda get your bearings."
To be honest, he hadn't been here long either. Landing in the Sunset Terrace, he'd chosen to explore the surrounding area before deciding what he would do next. It had only left him more confused. It seemed that there were more worlds beyond this one, entire planets to explore, and he wanted to see them all.
"Oh. Okay." Was all she said at first, glancing from him to the hole in the wall, and then back. Liv supposed no one would really wanna put up with a girl who couldn't seem to understand a thing. Was she irritating to him? He didn't appear bothered in any way- perhaps busy though. Liv didn't want to step on any toes, but this was the first person she'd met in this strange place. It seemed intimidating to face more unfamiliar faces. But again, she would if she had to. After all, just as Posthumous had said, she indeed needed to get her bearing. What she would do after that, Liv couldn't say.
"So are you staying here?" She asked, not wanting to push him into anything, but simply confirming whether or not she'd be facing the new world alone or not. Posthumous was a tad confusing, but seemed friendly nonetheless.
She didn't seem to accustomed to her attire either. She wasn't all that comfortable in such a short skirt, and kept finding herself fussing over it. But if she didn't like it, why was she wearing it? Was the Liv before her different? Different style, different taste, even different person altogether? The mystery of it all was quite frightening.
