Post by Sang Son-Yeon on May 25, 2020 4:10:38 GMT -4
Twilight Town. A variable in a formula that was unexpected, but a prime example of when the worst can happen. Seo-Yeon had quietly been observing the town for the past couple of weeks now, poking in every now and then before traveling the perilous lanes to her home, learning what she could of what happened, and what went wrong. Giant Heartless attacks, something called the Nightfall, according to the moogles she ran into. There were citizens, but she tended to avoid them, opting instead to explore where she could, learn what she could. But the key to it lasting as long as it did, as it turned out, was more of her.
Key-wielders. Potential allies, or those who could ruin her plans, she was unsure. But she had seen them here and there, and they too could leave their worlds. It was more complicated for them, but she knew where to look in her world to unlock the doors between. If she could find it, she could do the same here... But there was no clear benefit yet. She had to see what they were truly capable of key-wielders and not alike. Friends didn't save worlds, results did.
It took some bribing the moogles with tech leftover from San Fransokyo, and she got where the survivors were staying. A matter of a few minutes, and she had eyes on the perimeter, watching for the refugees, and any possible Heartless threat. She sat against a collapsed wall, fingers dancing on her holo-display as she kept an eye on the camera feeds, waiting to see who would come to finally meet her.
From inside the sanctuary of the small camp they had, she'd pulled away for a couple minutes, regrouping her thoughts during a small lull in activity. Lately it had felt like go-go-go. Some of that was in fact self-inflicted. Perhaps it was only made worse by the idea that none of the survivors could truly relax until the Light had come back swinging: until their homes were restored. Until the Darkness had been conquered.
At the moment, Era needed to compose her mind. Their small group was still dedicated to the cause. The survivors continued to try to actively change this dark chapter that was the aftermath of the Nightfall. And as long as there was even a spark of hope, there was the potential, however grim, that they could still win.
Era rummaged through her things, pulling out the journal she'd barely used as of late. Flipping to a new page, she paused. Paper was a valuable resource now: one of those things civilization doesn't really think about until it stops being produced. Still, putting her thoughts down now and then had been a little therapeutic in the past. For now, staring at an empty page, she wasn't really sure what to fill it with. Lately there had been too much to do to tuck herself away to write. And honestly, she wasn't sure what she would say if she had found the time. So much had changed: not just about the worlds, but inside of her. Some things were falling away, and something new was being born in her. Just what she couldn't quite put a finger on, but it was a change. And it left her feeling slightly displaced. And, in the grand scheme of things, somewhat small. Old faces came to her mind, old friends. Causes she very much wanted to fight for, and yet seeing everything she had in the past couple of years, she knew that there was much more at stake: that what the Light fought for was so much bigger, and a little more convoluted.
Her frosty gaze was still on the empty page, but her mood toward writing had somewhat soured. Maybe a small walk and some time alone with her thoughts would do her some good. With that, she tucked the book back into her small duffel bag, stowed it away again and began her stroll.
In the otherwise purple-tinted darkness, an aura of soft blue light stuck out, catching her gaze from the side. She turned to look at the individual. Another survivor? She didn't recognize this one.
She came closer, curious about the technology. Not only was it uncommon to have undamaged tech at this particular point in history, but it was also unfamiliar in design. Not a surprising fact, but it ruled out the woman, or the tech at the very least, from being anything Spirian. "Can't say that I've seen you around here before," her voice wasn't judgemental, it was merely an observation, and definitely not intended to be any sort of derogatory. "Are you new?" For just how long would new survivors be showing up? And what did that mean for their worlds? Could there still be worlds falling, or had they all been swept away at once?