In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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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?
Post by Sang Son-Yeon on Aug 30, 2020 15:12:31 GMT -4
Well, that was easy...
She looked up at the observation, meeting the frosty gaze of the woman questioning her, and closed her holo-display with the flick of a finger. It would probably last longer than anything else in this city, but she was still obsessive about making sure. In the darkness, you never knew when you'd be stranded and in need. And there was plenty of darkness to go about.
"I was wondering when someone would stumble across me. Smaller welcoming committee than I expected. Spot on, though, found myself here a few days prior. Decided I'd scope the area out, see if there's anything that bested the Heartless, and I'm glad to say you're proof of that."
For such a heavy topic, she was rather nonchalant about it, but her eyes didn't leave the newcomer's eyes as she stood up, walking closer with her arms crossed. She gave the other girl a once-over, then looked back to her eyes with a smile, and held out a hand.
"Son-Yeon's the name. Nice digs you've got here, considering the circumstances. I take it the attack was hard on all you, too. You got a name?"
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Last Edit: Sept 14, 2020 6:14:43 GMT -4 by Sang Son-Yeon
It made sense that Son-Yeon was talking about the Nightfall. It was in that context which she responded. She accepted the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Son-Yeon. I'm Era." After she'd taken her hand back, she rolled back on her heels: a simple sort of gesture she'd done absentmindedly. Her attention went up to the empty purple sky. There were so few stars. It seemed lonely. And there was that same sad, fractured moon. "I can't really think it was easy on anybody," caribbean frost eyes rested back on the girl that was new to her. "So where're you from?" Perhaps it would be a nice way to start the conversation. She didn't really know anything about this new girl. But possibly adding one more to the ranks, well, she couldn't really complain about that idea.
Post by Sang Son-Yeon on Sept 14, 2020 6:26:14 GMT -4
It was nice to see somebody so laid back about newcomers, she'd long suspected they would be wary of newcomers. Made her life a lot easier. But she had to play things by ear, be cautious with what information she shared. Dropping too much information at once could put unwarranted suspicion on her.
"Well, I'm not sure how world savvy you are, since it looks like things are pretty locked down tight here. My world's called San Fransokyo, and I'll admit, we fared a lot better than it looks like you all did. Or at least, last I saw them. I got caught in the bits in between and found myself here, and I've spent my time observing. Can't be too sure in times like these."
She looked around, at the rubble and debris, and took a second to wipe some stray dust from her pants, before standing up and crossing her arms.
"Story for a story, sae chingu. Looks like the shadow monsters hit you all pretty hard. None of those fancy folks swinging their keys around here? They seem to do the trick in a pinch, from what I've seen. What's got you trapped in this miserable little plane of existence?"
Sae chingu. She couldn't say she'd ever heard that term before. Probably a term from San Fransokyo. The way Son-Yeon spoke the phrase didn't seem to indicate it as being derogatory. Still, a part of her wondered in passing what it meant.
This newcomer sure seemed to know a lot about Keyblade Wielders. And she was very inquisitive about Twilight Town.
She hadn't outright said it, but it seemed to be implied that Son-Yeon was not just another survivor from a vanquished world. There was an air about her: a knowing, a confidence, that suggested that Son-Yeon's world was still alive.
It wasn't unwelcome, and thinking over her story, Era couldn't really say it didn't check out. Still, something about Son-Yeon struck her as odd. She was sniffing about the world when Era had stumbled upon her, and she wasn't really sure about her motives. Still, the world was in shambles and if there was even a spark of opportunity to summon in help, she'd take it.
"I'm pretty sure the Nightfall hit everyone pretty hard," the sky was still ever devoid of its stars. "But the way you're talking, it sounds like more worlds than just Twilight Town survived."
"To the best of my understanding, Twilight Town was the last world standing, at least around here, to act as a sanctuary for people who've lost their worlds in the calamity. Everybody's been doing what they can to stabilize Twilight Town. Our next goal is finding a way to reach and restore other worlds." Her frosty eyes secured on Son-Yeon, quiet resolve within. "And I have a feeling you might be able to help with that."
Post by Sang Son-Yeon on Nov 26, 2020 7:10:42 GMT -4
"Awful risky gamble on someone you just met, assuming something so extreme for you. But I like the spunk."[/color]
The other woman was sharp as a whip, gathering the context she'd laid behind her words, and she smiled as she leaned against the ruined wall near her. So they called it the Nightfall here? Fitting, that it'd be the name used for the collapse of everything. And judging by the look at this world, they had it a lot worse, were caught a lot more off guard.
"Let's say your theory is correct, and I'm not from here like you're assuming, that I'm from another surviving world. The question is, why am I here? To help? Or maybe I'm looking for something else. For all I know, I could be leading the enemy right into another world by linking the two. Sounds foolhardy."[/color]
An alert on her wrist monitor caught her attention, and she gave a bored glance down at it, flicking the proximity notification for one of her drones, before her eyes flicked back up to the other woman. She briefly chewed her cheek, thinking, before pushing forward to walk before Era, crossing her arms.
"But say I'm feeling charitable. Say I know of a... Key to unlock a crossroads, of sorts. What can you tell me about this place that makes it worth saving? We'll say, for argument's sake, I'm what you think I am. Tell me why the reward outweighs the risk."
A hard sell, but she had a world to protect, and it wasn't this one. A small test of morality for the road.
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Last Edit: Dec 21, 2020 12:54:56 GMT -4 by Sang Son-Yeon
The way Son-Yeon danced around Era’s assertions only gave credence to her hunch being correct. Usually (though not always) her hunches weren’t wrong. She'd learned to trust her gut. There was always room for surprise, however, and there was still plenty she didn't know about Son-Yeon. Ultimately, the other girl could surprise her easily. And Son-Yeon was acting precariously aloof, making her true motives a bit more of a gray area. Not that Era could blame her. The two didn't know each other yet, and there was no particular bond of loyalty between them.
Still, there was a small bit in Era that had to reach for the light: to see the best in people, to keep reaching for the best in them, and in herself. With the Universe in tatters, the survivors had to depend upon each other, perhaps now more than in times previous.
“You want a reason? The way I see it, you could have just come in here and destroyed things, hurt people, ravaged what's left of this city." She paused a moment. Considering that Son-Yeon had been civil upon their introduction meant something. Era knew that introductions tended to only be surface level things, but there was a part of her that yearned for better from this stranger. "But you didn’t. Ergo, you’re not truly evil. What you’re searching for? I’m not sure. But if it’s technology you’d never have stopped by a desolate world like this one. Maybe you lost something."
Taking a few paces away, she turned to Son-Yeon again. Her expression difficult to pinpoint: not quite prideful, but still, there was some sense of confidence. And it wasn't because of a lucky hunch, it was just how she carried herself: something deep down that gave her assurance from within. "Or maybe… your world needs help, too.”
She considered the rest of what Son-Yeon was asking her. "At any rate, as for why this place is worth saving," she was quiet for a moment, giving herself time for an answer that seemed the most correct. "Hope." Well, maybe that didn't make very much sense. "No world is truly good or truly evil: the darkness and the light will always be at odds, but even while being stranded here during the Nightfall, I've fought alongside some of these survivors." She remembered becoming Chaos. She remembered how the others stood against the darkness - what they did, they did for her own good. Her gaze shifted down to her hand as she flexed it. What her mind remembered were the enormous inky black hands, the blades for claws. "When I gave into the darkness in my heart, they stuck it out and fought for my light. Even in such a darkness, the spark of hope was still present in them: in all of us. They pulled me up, they had my back when I was weak. And those of us willing to fight for that spark of hope, well, we're few and far between. When things get rough, you need allies." She wasn't intending to preach at Son-Yeon, she was just telling her what she'd gone through: giving her an answer based on her own life experience.