Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
It seemed like months ago, but in reality it had been nothing near that. Weeks, perhaps? Maybe a bit more? Rook had covered much ground since his meeting with Jason the Nobody. He had never been away from Hollow Bastion before. After? Nearly a half-dozen Worlds Rook had set his feet upon. Meeting people; Kairi, Ren, Ikari, the Keyblade wielder Sora and Riku. He made his way home to the Bastion every so often, to sleep, rest and eat when he didn't have the munny to spend or energy to barter his services for goods. But this was the first time he had gone back to Traverse Town.
Nothing had changed, he noted. It was still ever-night, people still hesitated to wander freely past the First District. What few Heartless he had encountered so far had proven no challenge to him. Perhaps the Darkness was weakening? Too much to hope for, he was certain. But still, life went on around it, lives being pieced back together as one on this amalgamation of Worlds like some twisted tapestry that still managed to weave together as one whole.
Hands resting in the pockets of his vest, Rook walked the alleyway back towards the courtyard to the First, stopping momentarily to lean towards a window. A small dalmation peeked his head through the curtains, and Rook gave the tiny creature a smile, placing his finger to the glass as if trying to touch the animal. The puppy yipped excitedly, bouncing once, before disappearing back under the curtain, returning with two more of his brothers or sisters, Rook couldn't be sure which.
He knelt and kept playing with them, as much as he good from the outside of their home. Things were different now. Somehow, some way, he had gotten himself wrapped up in the struggles of the Worlds away from his small lean-to in the ravine. But nothing could melt through those worries quite like something that reminded you of your childhood, of simplicity, even if you couldn't fully remember what it was like.
The cool rows of polished wood were beginning to protest against her back. She wasn't keeping track of the time she'd spent here, caught somewhere between a blissful dream and reality. All she knew was that it had been awhile.
With feet pointing loosely toward the Fountain that led to the First District, and the Gizmo Shop directed about thirty feet behind her, she found herself almost smack dab in the middle of this district. Alone.
An icy blue gaze peered out from behind a few loose locks of Orange, getting lost somewhere in the millions of stars twinkling brightly in the sea of night sky. There was so much to think about on a peaceful night like this, and so few memories to get in the way. She found herself singing some vaguely familiar tune which, for some reason, brough her a gentle blanket of comfort on a cool evening like this."Come Josephine.. in my flying machine." The fingers of one delicate hand twirled at the stem of a Firelilly she'd been given earlier this same day. Not by a lover, but by a total stranger, oddly enough.
Her mind seemed to be focussed on everything, and yet, on nothing at all. Perhaps she would've even missed the passing of another traveler. She seemed to be happy in whatever reverie her mind painted... Filled with the kind of contentment and simplicity often found in a child... The serenity that was commonly lost with the age.
Against the scratching of soft puppy paws on the window pane, Rook cocked his head to the side. He could make out a voice on the air, coming from the opening to the courtyard just past the alleyway enterance. He looked back to the small dalmations and waggled his fingers in a wave goodbye, before picking up his duffelbag again and following the sound of the voice. It wasn't often he saw anyone here outside the First District.
There, near the middle of the District, smack dab in the open, a girl. A bright orange hairdo that stuck out here at night almost as much as Rook's red hair would in the daylight. He could tell by her dress that she must have been a traveler, like himself; her clothing style didn't quite fit what he had noted the civilians here wore.
And singing? Rook raised an eyebrow, obviously not one for stealth, this girl, while in the midst of Heartless-infested territ--...
A blob of black formed on the ground a short distance behind her, a claw reaching forth from the ground. In a blink, Rook had tossed his bag aside, and lunged forward, grabbing the hand and pulling the Shadow from the ground, grunting loudly as he spun and released it into the air. It sailed up and over her, disappearing beyond the rail of the walkway above them near the hotel.
Out of sight, out of mind, Rook huffed. If it was dumb enough to come back it would get more of the same.
There was an unexplainable measure of peace when one got away from the bustle of everyday life... a serenity beneath the quietly glistening stars; exactly the place Era seemed to find herself in now. Tonight felt like the kind of simple perfection that was impossible not to enjoy; like a cool breeze after the hot day's sun. It was too bad that peace was to be short-lived.
Shckf, shckf, shckf, shckf, shckf!
Reality yanked her attention to itself again as the sound of hurried steps rapidly grew closer. Frosty blue eyes immediately jolted toward the origin of the sound. Someone was coming at her!
Tossing the delicate flower aside, she threw both hands up to cage her head and torso in defense. There was little time to do anything else. Her eyes bolted shut as she waited for the blunt of this maniac's assault, and a frightened peep escaped her lips.
A loud growl erupted from her attacker; that was the sound that would seal her fate.
She waited. Nothing.
Finally her curiousity forced her guard down, and a pair of icy eyes slid open to set sight to the peculiar stranger. He certainly didn't look much older than she was.
Her arms crossed instinctively as she studied him, head tilting to the side in an attempt to figure out his intentions. Perhaps he was just waiting for her to drop her guard before unleashing an attack? Era wasn't stupid. She knew how battle strategy worked.
And if that was the case, she most certainly was not going to fall for it.
Rook held a hand over his eyes as if to survey his toss. Good distance, he mused, before retracting the hand, and looking down at the girl. Cowering? Now? She was singing when the threat was right behind her, but now that it had passed she chose the time to react to it?
He had met plenty a peculiar character in his travels. It seemed to him he found one on every World he went to. Perhaps he was some kind of magnet for unusual activities. In either case, the crisis was abaited, and the damsel was safe. No other Heartless seemed to be lurking, for all Rook could tell. Her near-fetal position defensive stance would be better abandoned for safer walks.
He stepped back a foot or so, "It's gone now... you don't need to be afraid, but I'd get out of the Second District if I were you... It isn't sa--..."
Something caught his eye... a brightly colored lilly, hopelessly out of place, given the decorum of the locale. He bent down and picked it up, looking at it for a moment, a small smile slipping to his lips, before handing it towards her, "This must be yours..." he said, nodding.
It had been a few long seconds since Era had abandoned her defensive stance. The girl was on her feet, arms crossed over her chest in a different sort of defense. Rook hadn't attacked. Perhaps there wasn't as much reason to fear him as she'd presumed.
"It's gone now... you don't need to be afraid, but I'd get out of the Second District if I were you... It isn't sa--"
It was easy to tie up the sentence he'd left hanging. Even a toddler could assume its ending and be correct: 'it isn't safe.' The girl shifted her weight onto one leg, arms still resting in an unenthused position. By golly he was right it wasn't safe! It wasn't every day some lunatic ran at you with a crazed look in his eye. . .
That only happened in special parts of town.
"This must be yours..."
Era's head tilted instinctively. One minute this individual lashes out in an unexplained, brash act, and the next minute he's playing the gentleman? Peculiar indeed!
She paused then, a brow furrowing. "Wait. 'It's gone now'? What was 'it'?" Curiousity was itching at her now, much like it always did.
Era spun around to eye the area Rook had surveyed, hands dropping to her sides. Realization slowly began to dawn on her, and that icy gaze pinned the boy again, only this time filled with curiousity. "Hold on," one delicate hand reached up to caress her forehead. "--So you... saved me?" The army of shadow usually left her alone. Aside from one tormenting beast -- and that one oozed a layer of evil so thick she could feel it.
"Then I guess I owe you an apology," The hand offering her back the flower was immediately snatched as she tugged him toward the First District. "Come on. This place is kinda gloomy." she looked back toward him just long enough to offer him a simple, serene smile, then headed toward the large wooden doors that seperated them from a safer place. Once they didn't have to watch their backs, she would ask this strange boy to explain. The sudden unfurling of events just now was a subject her curiousity would not drop. And besides, if he wasn't as crazy as she'd first assumed, maybe she could make a new friend.