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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Becoming a Heartless was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Myde whistled a cheery tune, strolling down along the street, tipping his hat to passersby and winking at the ladies, inciting quite a few girlish giggles. He could feel hearts lifting around him as he made his flamboyant, pleased appearance. He delighted in being able to sense that - just imagine all of the hearts that were at his fingertips!
Through experimentation, Myde had found that the easiest way to procure a heart from somebody was make them as happy as possible. They trusted you, followed you, made you their Pied Piper - and then they could hardly argue when the dance turned a little foul, and the duet became a solo. They almost deserved to lose their heart, at that point, if they were stupid enough to trust a wolf in sheep's clothing.
And Myde's clothing was definitely sheepish enough. For the most part, he looked like he posed absolutely no threat - and to the Higher-Ups, that was basically the truth. But to the lowly creatures of the universe - that is, sentient beings with hearts - he was a predator. He'd never been a predator in his past life; he was just a lazy bum with talent that let fame happen to him. Now, he was happy.
Okay, that was a blatant lie. Being happy was near impossible for a Heartless. Myde just faked it a lot. Occasionally, he tricked himself into think he was really happy - but then a weird emptiness would claw at his insides, and he'd feel unsatisfied and hollow, and that'd be when he'd go out to seek a new, fresh heart.
He continued on his merry way, skipping a little bit as he trotted up the hill. So, he was in a good mood, as far as Heartless go. He was also buoyant and upbeat and raring to do something fun and exciting, the sort of things that his bestest buddy in the whole wide world frowned upon, the sort of things his H2Obro would scowl at. Freaking Even, ruining his life. He chuckled.
He settled himself on a bench, continuing to whistle, wondering if a hapless heart would come his way and he could innocently take it. He missed his heart, even if his had been a piece of shit. Sometimes, y'know, he wondered if he'd be better off with it. If that... maybe...
... becoming a Heartless was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
They had disembarked on Twilight Town because Novi said that Yuna would love it. Yuna had believed him, of course, but as they clambered out of the ship she didn't expect the sky to be so immense, or the colors so brightly blazing with sunset. It was simply gorgeous. The world was perpetually caught in late afternoon, they later learned.
Novi had rushed off; Yuna reckoned he was going to make some observations, probably to add data about this Twilight Town to his little device. She was quite content to explore on her own for a bit. The world was effortlessly peaceful, and quickly it enveloped her in its pleasant calm. Since embarking on her travels with Novi the sadness had returned only rarely. Now it seemed held at bay by the world itself.
After a bit Yuna found herself following a warm path up the curving side of the town. It was heading towards an outlook point, she realized - a terrace whose sole purpose was likely to enjoy the view.
A whistling tune wavered into earshot as Yuna walked along. She smiled, looking about for the source. Eventually she found him; he was a sandy-haired boy sat on a bench further up the hill, whistling away. Yuna approached without a thought. She couldn't help but laugh softly when she saw his shaggy, youthful appearance. It reminded her of somebody.
The possibility of danger in this peaceful world, bathed in warmth, light, and the song of this merry whistler, didn't so much as cross her mind.
"That sounds lovely!" Yuna exclaimed when there was a lull in the music. She beamed at the stranger. "What is the song called?"
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He was simply sitting there, enjoying the breeze and absently wondering if he ought to conjure up a slight rainstorm (the sun got a little repetitive after a while, especially in a world stuck in a place where the sun was almost always visible, and Myde liked the rain), enjoying the fact that he had no missions for the day, enjoying his little tune he continued to whistle; he paused to draw a breath and -
"That sounds lovely! What is the song called?"
A soft, feminine voice touched his ears, and Myde turned his head to face her, a buoyant smile alighting his face. "Hiya!" he said cheerfully, staying in his relaxed seated position, and taking the moment to casually observe her. He was careful not to leer, making his gaze as friendly as possible, which was hardly a struggle for a guy who's already inclined to be friendly; after all, being hostile is incredibly hard work! Easy way out, man, easy way out.
She was a pretty girl, soft, sweet. He liked pretty, sweet girls. Not only was their company a joy, their hearts were even better. A win-win situation, if he should just decide to socialize instead of prey on her. She looked to be about his age (well, back when he aged), perhaps just a smidgen younger. Ah, a peer! Those were always fun. Fun, fun, fun. Myde liked fun. Oh wait, he was rambling again. Silly Myde.
"Oh, wait," he continued on with a slight embarrassed laugh, "you asked me a question, didncha? Um..."
He rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing in a light-hearted (haha, loaded phrase) way, the very picture of a forgetful, likable young man. "Hang on," he said, with a good-natured, sort of self-deprecating chuckle. "the name's escapin' me... Gosh, I've just known it forever!"
The Heartless grinned up at her, his eyes twinkling. He wanted her to like him. He wanted everyone to like him. In his mind, what wasn't to like? He never lied (it was very true; if somebody right then and there accused him of being a Heartless, he'd probably say "yup!" and shrug and smile with an "oopsie-daisy!" expression, and you could just hear the studio audience laughing in the background), he was very open and honest and goofy and a bit shallow and he took hearts once in a while! C'mon, bromide, it's the food chain, he couldn't just starve himself, could he?
Myde was the furthest thing from sinister - which perhaps simply made him one of the most dangerous creatures around.
He smiled up at her, staying non-threateningly in his seat, allowing her to continue on her way if she desired - or there was space on the bench if she wanted to take a seat and chat a while. No pressure, no pressure! He wasn't gonna make her do anything she didn't want to, God forbid.
Yuna smiled again, and without further ado (seeing as she's always had a knack for getting herself into dangerous situations even if she didn't realize it), she sat.
She had nowhere else to be, after all, and this place had a pretty view. Most of the people she had met in Twilight so far had been likeable - if a bit dull. But there was a different air to this one. It was just good she was fairly practiced at getting out of those dangerous situations nowadays.
Once seated, Yuna turned her eyes back to the far sky and clasped her hands in her lap. She had her knapsack - filled, among lesser important things, with gloves (neither she nor Novi were sure if it ever got cold here), the garment grid, spheres, munny, and most especially Novi's phone, turned on silent. She gathered the pale cloth and placed it beside her carefully, on the side opposite from the young man. She kept a loop around her elbow just in case less favorable citizens walked the streets of Twilight Town, and felt obligated to 'take custody' of a woman's purse.
She turned to the smiling guy. "I'm Yuna," she said cheerfully. "Are you from around here?"
She wouldn't particularly mind if he didn't wish to answer. Many people in the Gardens, she had noticed, balked from that question. But here in Twilight it seemed that everybody had grown up in the sunset-bathed world. . . as if once being raised in peace and sun, the idea of leaving was formidable, like abandoning a warm house to step into the cold.
But she wanted to ask, because if he did know Twilight well (as she privately assumed), she could proceed to query about any spheres. Even after taking off with Novi, Yuna remained a Gullwing, and a spherehunter at heart. All the world hopping would be providing excellent opportunity to find memory capsules, dresspheres, all these little fragments of Spira... but she admitted Twilight, as the first world they landed on, was disappointing. Citizens stared at her blankly when she described the concept. Some of them, she had realized, didn't even understand magic. She could hazard a bet some may not even know the existence of other worlds.
Of course, for the longest time, she hadn't either.
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Myde beamed as she sat herself down on the empty space. Excellent, another friend! Well, for however long she'd last, anyways. And however long he had to be lazy. He probably had a mission or something, but was totally playing hooky again. (Not that that would be a huge surprise to anybody.)
"Hi, Yuna!" he said, buoyant. He grinned at her openly, his whole posture relaxed. He debated, briefly, on whether or not he should give her his name - but the debate was brief. He saw no reason to withhold the information from her; either she'd of him or she wouldn't, and most people veered towards the latter. "I'm Myde. It's nice to meet you."
"Are you from around here?"
Myde scratched his chin, once again debating on answering the question. No doubt she was asking because she wasn't from here. After all, the slightly dull citizens of Twilight Town simply didn't question the existence of people in their town; everybody was automatically assumed to be born and bred in the bland place, as talk of travel to other worlds hadn't yet become the norm for them, as it had in Traverse Town. Myde was a dope, but he sure wasn't stupid (most of the time). Either she'd sensed something was amiss about him - which, hey, that could totally be a thing - or she wasn't a native. He didn't know yet, but he could certainly find out.
"Nope," he said in response, lacing his fingers lazily behind his head. He chuckled a little bit in self-deprecation as he continued on, looking at her with a cheerful sideways glance, "What, is it obvious?"
He watched her openly, giving her his full attention. She was pretty interesting - a new, shiny thing to play with for a while - and her garb definitely didn't look like the Twilight Town standard. (He'd frequented this world enough to say he probably knew the standard pretty well. The standard was boring, and that's all he had to say about that.) Maybe he'd find out where she was from! If the world still existed, perhaps he could make a field trip of it... Or naw, maybe not. He was a little too lazy for a venture like that.