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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Well, that was the last of it. Nella set the last crate of the latest shipment (rum, and not the cheap stuff either; the good stuff from Port Royal) down in the pantry. He'd already hauled it out of the gummi ship, had it thoroughly inspected by the Committee - that Sephiroth man simply gave him the creeps, and Leon wasn't exactly the kindest, either - and hauled it here from the shipyard. Plenty of work, as usual, but he didn't mind.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Nella looked around the place, making note of what was there. Actually... the place was pretty full. They had supplies to last for a while without any shipments, it seemed. Then maybe... it was time.
It had taken a while, sure. First there was Christmas. He'd written a letter, not really expecting to get anything. A cure. Of course, he didn't /get/ a cure. That would've been too easy. Instead, he got a pouch of munny, with a note: "To help find that cure." 547 munny.
Well, that wasn't particularly helpful, now was it? Nella already had as much as he needed - his parents were rich, and he had a good job, and all in all, munny wasn't an issue. And why such a strange amount? It hardly made any sense.
Until a few months later, when he realized something, picking up something in Traverse Town. 547 munny was exactly how much it would cost him to make a trip back home. But that just had to be coincidence, right? Except this was Santa. He knew all, saw all. Maybe this is what he wanted for Nella in the first place.
Of course, he couldn't just up and abandon Tifa, now that he had a steady job with her. That wouldn't be fair. Now, though, now it seemed she was well stocked. Wouldn't need another delivery run for a while. So then Nella could afford to make a trip home, and see Jenny again, see Tony and Kyle again, see his family again.
Yes, it was time.
"Hey, Tifa?" Walking out of the back, Nella meekly addressed the barista who was busy closing the bar for the night - it was just past closing time, and the place was empty except the two of them.
"Can I ask a small favor?"
((Made a few assumptions, let me know if I got anything wrong.))
Tifa was at the sink, a busy day's worth of dirty dishes now mostly clean, but not entirely. She really needed another person other than Quando to help out at the bar. Maybe she could hire one of the older kids in town on for just cleaning...
Nella seemed a bit nervous. Tifa had actually been expecting this for a while: She knew about his past, of course, that's how they met. She had hired him in part so that he could see the worlds, but he had yet to find anything, or so she assumed.
"Will three weeks be enough time? Any more and I don't think the pantry would last." In fact, it normally would last about two weeks, but she had him picking up extra in anticipation. Not that she'd ever tell him.
Tifa opened up a cabinet under the bar and pulled out a small brown satchel which she promptly tossed to him. It was the same one she used to use before opting for her pouch and backpack combo. "Here's a scroll to bring you back here in case of an emergency, specifically designed for easy use, a water bottle, a map of the gummi routes, and a bag of my snack mix."
This last one was no small gift. Tifa's snack mix had a reputation amongst those lucky enough to try it (more than one would think. She was generous with it). It contained pieces of food from most of the worlds Tifa had visited, and its contents always changed. Whether it was dried fruit, bread, or Arabian cocoa beans, the snack mix was always a treat.
Smiling, Tifa added "I'd like the bag back when you're done. Keep the scroll for later if you don't use it, it might come in handy. Good luck!" She waved and turned back to her dishes. He'd be fine, and hopefully have some fun on the way.
