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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Today was like all days, useless. Nothing ever went right, especially for Caxnon. He had just come escaped from the underworld, and it wasn't a fun trip. He wanted to turn his attention to more important matters.
The Nobody walked into the huge coliseum, and saw the massive statues. It was better looking than the underworld at least.
He approached the one of the statue's and started to think.
'' I should be finding out more about the Heartless, why am I here?'' he said to himself.
Maybe If he was lucky, he might find something interesting to do here.
If there one thing Leon never planned on doing, it was heading to the Underworld. Ever. He wasn't dead. He was alive, and he was going to damn well keep it that way.
Nor was it often that Leon got off-world often.
He just wished that people weren't so happy to see him take a break when he did leave.
Regardless, the man had a bag packed, slung over one shoulder, gunblade case held in the other. Thebes was neutral ground, a bit of a silent understanding. For once, there just wasn't room for worries at the moment.
Leon passed the gates, weaving through people as he went, ready to go find the usual spot he pitched the tent up at.
What was wrong with the world? The Organization have disappeared, completely. Which left Caxnon completely idle. Who knows how strong the they were now? And what the would do with all that power? Caxnon pondered on this unaware of the other person.
He left the statue and started walking towards a spot that he was willing to investigate, not knowing that a familar person was just up ahead.
((Aw geez! So sorry! I didn't see this for a while. *fails at life*))
It didn't help that said familiar person just about ran into Caxnon-- half because of an exceedingly rude individual and half because Leon was fairly concentrated on not getting stampeded in the crowded plaza. It'd thin out, eventually. It always did.
The brunet mumbled his apologies, half-hearted and more so the fact that when one's mind was else where? It was hard to recognize face.
Come to think of it, a break was kind of what Leon needed. Time to sit to himself, if need be. Phil knew him well enough, so it shouldn't be hard to find himself a place to be seeded into the next tournament, or fight. Not that anyone would see that as relaxing. Not anyone normal.
Leon was just used to the fact that he really wasn't what you could call normal. No one was.
A lot had happened with Caxnon. Not of it was good. As he walked through the area he starated thinking about what he was planning to do next. He was feeling a lot more confusd, especialy because he couldn't remember much anymore.
He entered the area. Just then...he spotted Leon.
Which was strange considering that, he never left the garden. The nobody decided to take a chance, so e approched him.
Didn't leave Garden? For a lot of good reasons. And usually not alone.
There was just... a bit of a need for some space to himself.
Caxnon was something of an enigma to Leon. Defensive when Caxnon approached? Oh, yes. Very much so. It was a natural reaction, really. Nobodies were all bad news. He know there was more to it, that nothing was as black and white as that, but that was the simple truth of the matter. So when he stopped, Leon's posture was tall and proud, eyes narrowed down somewhat.
He didn't make a move.
There was no need to get into a fight if he didn't have to.
"You again," Leon stated, more than anything else. An observation that he most certainly did recognize Caxnon.
( I saw this was open, and this was the area Mars was last seen in. Is this a new person playing Leon? Or am I mistaken? Also, if Mars doesn't see anything of his interest in this thread he will remain in the distance, so you guys might not need to include him in your posts at all)
Left foot, right foot, left foot, etc. Each foot was carefully placed directly in front of the other to make a straight line as Mars walked along the very top of the arena. He enjoyed being as high as possible for many reasons, but generally because he like the idea of being able to see 'everything'. From the the top of the highest wall all the way on the edge of the arena, the wall that connected to the room which lead back to the entrance to the Colliseum, Mars could in fact see 'everything'.
He spotted two people in the arena itself, and watched as a conversation started. Intriguing nonetheless to at least watch for a minute. Maybe they would fight, maybe they would argue, maybe something better. Regardless, they had Mars' interest for the time being.
"I've got no leads anyways..." he thought.
He was on a search to find his master, Marluxia. Mars had been gone for quite some time, and now that he had returned it was only fit he continued his task.
"Can't kill me to take a break anyways, right? Hey, if they fight it might be fun to watch, not that either could possibly be any good...though they both look familiar enough..." he thought.
Watching others fight to kill was always fun. Especially when Mars could laugh at their mistakes as warriors.
(He's very cocky, especially being an apprentice of Marluxia. He's been in contact with you before, Caxnon, though it was a short thread a loooong time ago so I wouldn't expect you to remember haha.)
'' Yes indeed. First of all If I remember correctly, I didn't have this when I left, any Idea why I have it now?'' Caxnon asked as he showed Leon his gunblade.
It's true that he had no memory of leaving with his weapon. And he didn't expect Leon to the answer, but there was still a chance, even if it was a small one. Caxnon wasn't looking for a fight, plus there were a few things that he wanted cleared up.
(( Haha, I found a really, really good thread to pick up Mars' story line. He's going to back out. Sorry for interrupting.))
Mars grew bored very quickly. They showed no signs of actually fighting, though Mars knew that he had seen the one fight before, he just could not remember where or when.
Perhaps, if he was to find Marluxia, he'd be better off searching an area he was more apt to be. The World That Never Was, perhaps? This sounded like a much more efficient plan.
"Too bad, I was really hoping these two would entertain me."
And, with that being said, a portal opened, and Mars was soon after gone.
Leon realized he'd... broken a promise. Only reminded of it at the sight of that weapon. The shape and curve of that gunblade. He was reminded of it almost every day. But it happened, it happened, and there was now where else to move but forward.
That had been home. And there was nothing else of it now.
Or maybe it was out there, hanging in the abyss. Who knew?
Brows drawing down, Leon's eyes narrowed just a fraction and flickered back to Caxnon's face. Still as a statue-- only really do to the fact of avoiding tensing up.
"I'm not the one you should be asking that," he answered finally, voice deadpan. And he wasn't. Leon didn't know. If he had it, he had it. The ways of the worlds, he'd come to realize, moved in strange ways. Stranger things have happened.
Caxnon simply stared at Leon for a while. That wasn't much of an answer, or at least it wasn't the one he wanted. Nothing made much sense these days. But no matter, he had other questions..and the next one had been troubling him for quiet some time.
'' What happened to you after I left?'' Caxnon asked
