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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A couple of days. Perhaps a week, or so? Antique hadn't been keeping track. It wasn't that it was hard, but the eternal night just kept going. The Third District had been giving her comfort in the sense that had been keeping herself busy; if she didn't have to really think about anything, nothing would have to hurt. Her superior a long time ago had told her to just follow the blade before her, and to leave innocence and tears behind. She had done just that. But the things she had done....
Her chest rose and sank heavily, Clarent held tightly within her hands. Blue and pink hair seemed to be a bit astray, as it usually did when she was physically active, her eyes glazed over, focusing on one thing, and one thing only; survival. It was a mode that she was used to; Traverse Town had made her forget about it. It seemed though, that no matter times Clarent sliced through the Heartless, they just seemed to come back in the same numbers.
Why not? She was a monster, right? The worst of them all? Why shouldn't she?
She brushed her hand through her hair in an attempt to get it manageable before the next onslaught happened. She'd save her potion until the very last possible second. Adjusting her footing, she let out a sigh. Physical work did always seem to clear her head the most. Back in her world, she never really did have time to have a pity-party--why should she not do the same here? Knights had no reason to really...feel anything, right?
The faces spun through her head, and she felt another surge of adrenaline run through her. She thought of Mikael, and recoiled, shoving feelings deep down inside her where she wouldn't have to face them. If she was the worst of all of them, then why shouldn't she act like it?!
Jawn was having a nice time in Traverse Town. But now he needed to try and help deduce their darkness here. He recently heard of a criminal that managed to simply walk away emotionally scarring all of his pursuers and not having to put up a seconds worth of fight. Jawn should be here, maybe he could help take down this criminal. But in the meantime he needed to blow off some steam and kill some heartless. Walking into the Third District he was perfectly calm. The ones that came around here weren't very strong. Jawn handled these guys with ease, but every bit of practice helped.
When he came through the door into the third district, he didn't notice anything in particular. Things were normally quiet like in Traverse Town... but wait. Were things supposed to be quiet in the Third District? There didn't seem to be any heartless at the moment but there did seem to be someone there. Looking closely he kind of recognized the girl. Than he remembered. When he finally got off that wretched hell hole this was the first place he came and she was the first person he met.
Walking over with a calm smile he notice she seemed kind of stressed and exhausted. But that was to be expected, the Third District was pretty tough when it came to the heartless. Once he reached her he smiled and pulled off his hat with a bow. He was a warrior, but he still liked to show some respect to the ladies.
"Why, I do believe you are in a very dangerous area. A knight like you should save the energy for when it matters."
This greeting was too formal. After all, last time, when he left he pretty much disappeared when being tackled by a huge heartless and a rock flew by saving her. He was going to maybe have to answer some questions. But right now she looked too exhausted to ask them. So he wouldn't bother.
Marcus walked down the streets of the third district with his sword resting on his shoulder. Everytime he walked under a street light the sword gleamed. Whenever a heartless jumped him he cut down the heartless.
He hungered for more however. A stronger opponent... one that could sate his battle lust. He sought something that could possibly kill him... something that would prove he existed if he killed it. He could not find a heartless quite like he was searching for however.
He walked to a wider area where he saw two figures. Both gave off the feel of warriors. One was out of breath, fatigued from a long fight perhaps? He couldn't tell who they were though, so he approached at a slow pace, his footsteps echoing through the area.
Splash! His foot landed in a puddle. He was closer to them now and could clearly make out Antique and someone he didn't know. Antique seemed distraught, which bothered Marcus. He felt he should do something. He didn't know why he should... just that he should.
"Hello..." Marcus greeted with a slightly darker tone than before. His eyes gleamed differently in the light, rather ferocious then jovial like before. At a loss for words Marcus decided to ask a simple but stupid question. "How're you?"
Antique's tiny frame tightened at the sight of another presence. It was a bit...odd shaped to be a Heartless, and she wasn't quite expecting the re spawn to happen so quickly, but she was poised, and ready for a fight. She gripped Clarent in her hands tightly, when she recognized the figure.
Oh! It was him!
She relaxed a little bit as he took off his hat and bowed. "That's a bit strange for you to do, isn't it?" she laughed uneasily. Wasn't he the one who said he didn't like knights or something along those lines? Oh well. He had helped out when they were attacked by the Heartless, after all. Her head swung in the direction of the heavy footsteps, and she tensed once again, ready to spring.
Though Marcus' voice was a bit dark, his presence seemed to cheer the girl up. "Marcus!" she said, her eyes lighting up.
