In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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Marcus wandered around the first district of Traverse town taking in all the sights and smells. There were a great many people here so no doubt there would be lots of Munny made here.
He didn't care about munny though. Nor did he really care for any of the members of the mercenary group he was in. It was nothing more than an excuse to leave the Radiant Garden and explore the remaining worlds.
Strong fights... He wanted more of those too. Too many weak people crowded the streets though, much to his annoyance. When the break was over it was back to heartless slaying... there were some rather big ones. Those might be fun to fight...
"I'll have some orange juice," Marcus said as he stopped at a vender. He was quickly on his way after he paid for the drink. He hoped something fun would happen soon... he was bored.
As she was going through the Third District, a bunch of Heartless had ganged up on a baker! Okay, so it wasn't a good day for him, but a good day for her. So, a couple Heartless disappearing, and the baker was saved! Granted, the baker wasn't going to pay her, and Antique wouldn't have taken the money either...but he offered to make her a cake. And Antique, having a bit of a sweet-tooth, would have never turned a cake down.
Ever.
So here she was, practically skipping through the First District, wondering where her friends were at so she could split this delicious cake with them.
And found no one. Perhaps they were all asleep. But oh--? What did she find? Someone at the cafe, looking alot like one of the knights she had fought aside with! At least, in height...and girth...and mass.
"Excuse me..." she said, holding a white box in front of her, as she set it on top of one of the cafe tables. "I was wondering if you'd like some cake. You looked hungry!"
Marcus hearing a voice stopped thinking and slowly turned to face the girl who had bothered him. Confusion settled in when she put the cake on the table. What was she doing...? He was a complete stranger. By all means she should be terrified and running away!
Then his eyes fell on the claymore slung over her back. How did he miss such a big sword? And how the hell was someone as tiny as her able to carry such a large sword?
He didn't talk at first, instead analyzing the strange girl. The way she carried herself and the sword told him she was trained to fight. And... he wasn't sure but there was something about her eyes... similar to his own cold, hard eyes and yet so... so... bright. He didn't quite understand what that meant... but then again nothing about this girl made sense.
"What..." he began as he struggled for words he paused for a moment to take a small swallow of the orange juice as he looked at the white box. "...Are you doing...?"
"What am I doing...?" Antique asked, tilting her head.
She knew she was being sized up. Alot of people who had any kind of fighting experience did so! Fortunately for her, Antique knew she didn't look like any kind of a threat. The massive amounts of pink she was wearing, and her height and her build screamed nothing of the sort of threat whatsoever. She smiled warmly up at the man.
"Why, I'm offering you cake!" she said. "I mean...I can only eat...maybe half of this..." she said, although it was a good sized white box, even for someone like her. She leaned over, and opened the shining cardboard to reveal a white cake that looked as if it had tiny orange frosting on it.
Her eyes absolutely sparkled. "You won't turn me down, will you?" she said, looking rather excited about eating the marvelous cake before her.
Marcus felt the urge to draw his sword, slice the cake in half, and then move on to cutting down the girl before him. She certainly looked like she'd be fun to fight. But no... he would humor her for now. It wasn't like he had anything to lose, especially since there were too many people around to have a good fight anyway.
"...I could turn you down," Marcus said finally as he looked down at her. He was proud of being tall. It gave him a distinct instinctual advantage. His size naturally intimidated smaller people. She didn't look intimidated though... "But I suppose this time I won't."
"Why offer me cake anyway?" Marcus said as he took a seat and set his half empty glass of orange juice down. He crossed his arms and frowned as he thought. There was absolutely no reason he could think of that she was coming up to a stranger and offering him cake out of the blue like that. "We don't even know each other or anything. For all you know I could be a very horrible person."
Antique beamed at him as he sat down, thereby agreeing that he'd share this cake with her. In a small compartment off to the side of the cake, Antique pulled out two paper plates, and two forks excitedly. Cutting a plastic knife through the cake, the pulled a giant chunk out for the rather big guy, and sat it before him.
"I've never had this kind before, but the baker said it was really good! He was going to give me Sea Salt cake, but I don't think I'm that adventurous today," she said as she took a pretty sizable slice for herself, and sat it in front of her.
"Mmmm, well, why not? You were bored, right? Besides, you look kind of like some of the people I knew back in my own world," she said, before she swept back gracefully into a curtsy. "I'm Antique Faustus. You know my name now, so now you know at least that aspect of me!" she sat down from her curtsy, and pierced the moist cake with her fork, smiling the entire time.
Marcus raised his eyebrow as Antique curtsied before him. What was she? A Princess or something straight out of one of those fluffy and oh so sickening fairy tails mothers told their daughters?
"I'm Marcus Aldergash," he said with a small nod. After introductions his brown eyes fell on the cake as he lapsed back into thought. He looked like the knights from her world? He was far from knightly... he'd probably broken every code knights had except for bedding a woman out of marriage.
He poked at the cake with a disinterested, glazed over gaze for a few moments. It felt... strange eating at a table like he was. It wasn't the first time he'd eaten at a table. No, what was odd about it was that the person on the opposite end wasn't scared. She was un-phased by his general coldness.
Quite the contrary it seemed. She seemed rather content to be enjoying her favorite kind of food with someone. Even if that someone was someone she didn't know. Normally he'd say she was weak but... weak people feared him. She did it without fear. So was she strong or weak? He couldn't quite tell.
"I suppose I was bored..." Marcus said finally as he finally stuck his fork into the cake. For a brief moment he got the mental image of his sword stabbing into someone but it was gone the next moment.
Antique stuck the fork into the cake, and lifted the cake into her mouth. Mouth clasped over the bite, Antique sighed dreamily. She chewed it, swallowed, and touched her cheek, as if the cake were the most deliscious thing she had ever tasted. The sugar, the vanilla, and she believed there were perhaps carrots in there.
"Ah! Carot cake!" she beamed.
"It's nice to meet you Marcus!" she said, taking another bite of the cake and chewing it. Swallowing, and waving the fork in the air, she looked at him. "What do you think? I've never had this kind before, but I think it's pretty good!"
Marcus didn't think anyone could could enjoy cake quite like Antique was enjoying it right then. Well, it must have been quite the cake... It wouldn't hurt to try it. Using the fork he got a smallish piece off the cake.
Hesitating for a moment, Marcus eyed the piece of cake. The white fluffiness was riddled with orange stripes. Presumably, those stripes were the aforementioned carrots. He bit into the cake, rather than answering, since he hadn't had such a cake before and felt that trying it would give him a better idea of what Antique was experiencing.
Closing his mouth around the moist fluffiness that was the carrot cake flavors instantly assaulted him. His eyes widened slightly as he chewed. One wouldn't think carrots inside a cake would be good... normally the orange root was actually not so tasty. But in the cake with the frosting... it was strangely addicting. He would have to get more later.
"It's... surprisingly good," Marcus eyed Antique again. There HAD to be an angle. Was she trying to appease him so she didn't get attacked? That was a possibility... but then wouldn't she offer up her body for a night? So bribing was out of the question... Maybe... just maybe she really did happen to randomly pick him out and decide it was a good idea to share cake with him.
Antique took another bite of the light and fluffy cake, could taste the slight vanilla flavoring, the carrots, the frosting, and the sugar. If the girl were able to sparkle and radiate, she positively would have. No lie. Now, she might have been a little spoiled since she came to Traverse Town, but the cakes in her home world were absolutely nothing like this! The only cakes that could have beat these were the ones that her and her adopted father had baked together.
She smiled gently up at Marcus, "Isn't it great though?" she said, though somehow she had already managed to make it through halfway of her slice. The small girl could have devoured cake if given the chance.
"I didn't think you could put carrots in anything and make something taste good," she said, poking the rest of her slice with her fork. "Where in the world this place gets carrots from...or anything, really, puzzles me! There are no signs of plant life, anywhere!" she said.
Marcus pondered the question as he slowly made his way through the cake that he had been served. He wasn't very fond of overdoing it on the sugar... made him lose his rough physique. But on rare occasions like this it should be fine.
"Maybe there is some way out side the town and there is surrounding farm land," Marcus said with a small nod as he moved to his orange juice. For a brief moment he could imagine Antique sparking. While amusing it was also mildly disturbing since people didn't normally sparkle.
"I've had carrots in soups and stews before," Marcus said pausing long enough to take a bite of the delicious cake. While was only half way done with his piece Antique's piece was gone. "It was pretty good... Not nearly as sweet as this though. Do you want something to drink?"
The piece of cake gone, Antique sat back on her chair and let her head hang over the back. Like a bored child would. Though she was very satisfied now that her stoumach was filled with deliscious cake. She kind of felt bad that she nearly devoured it as quickly as she did, but ah--it was tasty anyway! Besides. There was an entire half of a cake left.
"Hmmm?" she asked, and lifted up her head. "Oh yeah...Carrots in stews and soups...I've had those too. Maybe I'm just a bit biased. I do love cakes so," she laughed. "I wonder if chiles would taste good in cake form," she smiled to herself giddily. If it was in cake form, she'd probably eat it anyway.
"Maybe... but I think chillies would be pushing it a little..." Marcus trailed off as he stood up. He'd finish his piece when he got back to his seat. He walked over placing the munny on the counter and ordering the water and another glass of orange juice.
There was something... curious about Antique. He had concluded she was an oddity to his sense of normalcy. Those eyes had seen combat... he'd seen that for sure. She had seen combat and dealt death.
So then why was she so different?
He walked back with the glasses of liquid and set the water by Antique's plate. He took a seat and sipped at his orange juice as he thought about how to word his question. He took another bite of the cake as he thought.
"Why are you here?" Marcus asked in a serious tone. He wanted answers... and much like his fighting style he cut right to the chase. Beating around the bushes was for pansies. "...I should rephrase that. What brought you here seems to fit the answer I seek better."
"Would chiles really be pushing it though? I've had chile flavoured chocolate in the past," Antique said, as she sipped at the water next to her empy plate. "It was pretty good, actually, she said thoughtfully. But Antique knew she had quite a bit of a taste for sweets--if it wasn't for her activity, she knew she would probably be a bit on the larger side.
Then his tone became very serious, which caused her to lift up an eyebrow. "What brought me here...?" she asked. "Well, I guess I'm like alot of people here in Traverse Town. The heart of their worlds were taken--and then people end up here," she said, a bit puzzled. She tilted her head as she set her glass of water down.
"But I don't think that's what you were asking, were you?"
"A common sense answer," Marcus sighed slightly realizing he should phrase his questions better. He was struggling to find the right question so he could find his answer. Her smile would normally infuriate him but he found himself oddly not getting mad.
"I... can't find the right wording for my question," He stated blandly as he crossed his arms. He looked up at the starry sky with a slight frown. Another star blinked out... consumed by the heartless. Trox would no doubt be rather enraged... or whatever he felt about it. He never really payed attention.
"It's funny... Well, to many I suppose it's not," Marcus gave a small chuckle. He looked back at Antique with a grin. "Ever since I was little I never knew where I came from."
"It's amusing to try to figure out if I came from a world that was taken or not... it was probably a weak world wherever I came from," Marcus shrugged and leaned back. "I mean no offense when I say this but, if a person or world dies, they were weak. The weak eventually fall to the strong and thus to survive you gotta be strong."
