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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[Traverse Town, First District. It’s snowing once again, the air crisp. You notice a trail of footprints cutting through the snow drifts, to and from the District’s mailbox and bulletin board. The tracks are clearly fresh, but their maker is nowhere in sight. If you go up to the bulletin board you’ll notice a new sheet of paper pinned down amongst the older ones, yet to be worn by the weather.]
Seeking: Persons to form a “task force.”
Must be willing to dedicate their time and efforts towards the protection of Traverse Town and its denizens from the ever-growing Darkness and any others that seek to do innocents harm.
Individuals of all talents welcome – not only looking for the combat capable.
Compensation for time spent and services rendered.
All interested parties please come to the café in the First District after business hours, within a week’s time, for more details.
Signed,
M.A.T.
[Looks like a wanted add of some sort... What do you make of it?]
(Oh hey look! A campaign hook! If you are interested in having a character participate, please post here as them. The mini-campaign will start in a week, and more info will be posted before then.)
Jim shuffled on by through the First District, hands shoved in his pockets, moodiness apparent in his irritated expression and the shadow around his eyes. Since landing in Traverse Town, he'd had a bit of a nasty time adjusting; hey, leaving a world right in the middle of a climactic battle was enough to make his head spin. Now he was in an uncharted place in the Etherium, with no way yet to go back home to Montressor.
He'd been staying at a shitty inn - the cheapest he could pay for - and had been doing odd jobs ever since. Being a mechanic in a town like this was fairly valuable, as a lot of people had strange and weird gadgets and such that had been breaking down. He'd even gotten to take an inside look at his first gummi ship - apparently the ticket for getting off this rock. But, being a kid, he wasn't paid the adequate amount for his jobs to purchase the means necessary to getting the hell out of Dodge. Of course, occasionally those weird insect things - Heartless, Syn had called them - made an appearance, and he could beat down some of the weaker ones and reap the spoils - but Jim was no fighter, and not many of the creepy things showed up, anyways. Apparently the queen that ran this place (a monarchy, joy) tried to keep them all out? He didn't know squat about the politics here, though, and considering he intended on leaving as soon as possible, he didn't bother to learn.
He glared up at the snow, the cold air irking him. Sighing, he huddled deeper into his newly-purchased jacket - a thick, tattered old black thing that reminded him of the one he'd lost sometime during the mutiny. He wondered, briefly, how worried his mom was. She probably still thought he was on the expedition; the Legacy wasn't due back in port for another few months or so, as traveling into the deepest reaches of space isn't exactly a short vacation gig. Privately, Jim felt like he was deceiving her; guilt unfairly crept into his stomach, and he resolved to get off this mishmash of a planet as soon as possible.
He stopped by the bulletin board - his usual place for checking out if anybody was in need of a repair, or heavy lifting, or what have you. A fresh sheet of paper was pinned to the board - one that obscured most of the other messages. He scrutinized it, wondering if it was another ad for wanted labor.
Task force, huh? It sounded like someone wanted to organize a little heroic get-together. Pah. He rolled his eyes, but continued reading. He wasn't a fighter, so the 'all talents welcome' memo was intriguing. And then the dealbreaker word caught his eye: Compensation.
Well, he was no hero, and he didn't really know much about these so-called "forces of Darkness" (heavily quoted), but he needed the money and he did have a handy skill set. Whoever this M.A.T. guy was, he'd earned a quick young engineer to work with him.
At the café in a week's time... well, he didn't exactly have a busy schedule, with no regular job to speak of. He'd be there. He had a sharp memory, so he didn't bother to write down the date.
Turning, Jim shuffled off, back to the shitty inn, his stomach growling. Unfortunately, the only food waiting for him back home was cereal. And not even the good kind.
Nyra found she could enjoy herself much better when adequately clothed.
She knelt curiously at the lip of the roof, her gloved hands grasping the cold rail without issue. A crisp breeze skimmed her face but didn't bother her anymore, what with her new layers of clothing, neutrally colored but warm, product of her and Zephyr's shopping excursion with Leo's munny.
Zephyr hadn't been around when Nyra woke that morning. Nobody had, but she hadn't really expected it. She wasn't exactly an early riser. What she had done was helped herself to some food (nothing was familiar so she grabbed whatever looked breakfast-y from Leo's cabinets) and headed out into the cold town for some exploring.
Traverse Town was split into districts. She took the advice of some passerby she spoke to and didn't leave the First - not yet, anyway. But the various buildings were fascinatingly arranged, sometimes awkwardly so; they formed ledges, alleyways, and rooftop paths just to her liking. She'd spent the greater part of the morning partaking in her old favourite hobby of climbing, daring, watching from above, reveling in the thrill of it. The snow drifts beckoned to her to try to land the flipping stunts she used to be so good at. Unfortunately, her skills were lacking practice, and the ice along the rooftops was less welcoming.
What had caught her attention was Zephyr. Nyra had spotted her from a ledge above an apothecary. Directly across and below from where she perched, right in view, was a trail of footprints and a freshly placed sheet of paper. Before Zephyr, a boy had come and glanced at the page before ambling back to the inn. Curious now, Nyra scooped Nocturne from where she had placed it in the snow and leapt down.
Nyra grinned as she approached Zephyr, then turned her attention to the paper. A wanted ad. Her mood promptly sombered. She had just come back from a great adventure, of course, during which she'd experienced this 'darkness' firsthand. She could easily see how worlds other than the hidden Atlantis would need protection. If given a chance to provide that protection. . .
"Well, how about it?" Nyra asked her new companion. "Fancy joining a task force with me?"
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(( Edit: This is Blue's post, but as it controlled bits of Nyra interacting (with permission) I shall tack it on to the end of mine. ))
"Huh?" the winged girl said, taken aback by Nyra's sudden appearance. She hadn't been paying attention, loitering as she was under the light of a street lamp. Inwardly she panicked, wondering what in the name of the Ancestors she was talking about. Task force? Her eyes widened and she muttered a silent curse, realizing for the first time she had propped herself up against some billing board.
"Oh!" she said, trying to play it off. Her mind raced, but her mouth was quicker. "Umm, sure!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she just signed up for a task force? She didn't even know what it was about, let alone if she was even interested in the idea. It was too late now; she had made the commitment. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she tried to pry out some information. "Uh, where…"
"Next week at the café. After hours," Nyra said, giving it up easily.
Zephyr breathed a sigh of relief. Nyra sounded excited, and there didn't seem to be any suspicion in her voice. For that she was thankful. "All right," she said. Then, straightening herself up and squaring her shoulders, she gave Nyra a grin. "I'll be there."
"Great! See you there, or tonight, more likely." And with that she was off, bounding away to whatever romps she happened to enjoy in this snowcapped land.
Zephyr watched her go, her breath frosting in a deep exhale. A task force. She wondered what the purpose was, but she was not about to be caught studying the bill in plain view for all to see. She'd find out soon enough. Sticking her thumbs into her pockets, she ambled away, feeling the chill from being stagnant for so long. A task force. It had caught her unawares and she had signed up unwillingly, but perhaps it was a good thing. It would give her something to do, grant direction in her life when she had none. Besides, Nyra would be there, and Zephyr liked her well enough. She had to admit it was hard to ignore her infectious, bubbly personality.
Whatever the case, she decided, it would be fun, her earlier woes melting away as she pondered the prospect and potential. Lifting her head to the skies, she watched the snow fall down around her and smiled. The world didn't seem so cold, now.
Again that nauseous feeling alongside a headache. When the newly traveler arrived at this new world he promised to himself to never again use that 'darkness travel' or whatever it is called. He did feel strange and it was different from the previous trip. He felt cold. How convenient! Minutes ago the man traded his tribal clothes for new darker and warmer ones in the streets of Twilight Town (or maybe 'Sunset Town'?). And finally his eyes opened.
It felt like eating your favorite food when you're hungry. He could not help but bear a wide white smile and shiny eyes. His expression resembled that of a child, and it certainly was. That famous child inside him took control of the mature Yoru's mind as he forgot completely about everything. Tomo? Luxord? Radiant Garden? What are these things? The only things that matters are those twinkle little dots of light in the middle of that vast ominous and mysterious darkness. The night itself attracted Yoru so much that he stood there staring at it for such a long time.
People that passed by him certainly glanced curiously: a figure wearing dark clothes with dark hair holding a strange weapon that probably cut looking at the sky with the eyes of an innocent dreamy boy. Something they probably do not commonly see in their everyday lives.
When the man (or boy?) finally moved he started to walk with no direction set in mind watching carefully for his surroundings. It seemed much like 'Sunset Town', the strange buildings and that hard ground surrounded him, however in this place the night exposed their true beauty. He loved every corner of this world. Every tall building, every little star, every curious townspeople, every white cold flake, every board with strange handwritten...
It got his attention. He somehow (lady luck was on his side) could read it and the lines that got his attention said about some kind of reward. What was that Luxord told him to obtain, a 'Gummi Shop'? Whatever it was he wanted a way to travel between worlds. Reality finally came to him. The matured Yoru took charge of his actions while the boy stood somewhere in his mind sending happiness and good mood to him.
"Cafe... It could not harm to listen"
And then he left somewhere while whistling a lullaby his mother used to sing to him in the end of every night.
