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After at least a twenty-four hour period of doing nothing but sleeping after staying awake for a week, needless to say, the young lady knight was feeling awfully refreshed. There was no sunlight to greet her, as was usual for Traverse Town, but granted how great she felt after her rest--there really should have been one.
The last thing she had seen before she fell into slumber had been Jadis sitting by her bedside; comforting. And though Jadis was nowhere to be found, she found her snow globe, and the opal around her neck. She grasped it in her hand, feeling warmth radiate from the inside of her body. It had been very eventful, and right now, she just felt peaceful. Like a world right after a rainfall.
"Aimo, aimo..." she hummed as she cleaned herself up and changed her clothing. Strapping Clarent to her back, she headed out of the Traverse Town hotel, to find her best friends in this world.
A bit disappointed that they were nowhere to be found, Antique found herself again in the First District. Brushing snow off of the steps, she sat herself down comfortably. She had never had real issues with snow, or the cold, really. Picking up a handful of the white fluff in her hands, she waited for it to melt, into water.
"Neder luche..noyna millia, endel prodea...phantomy..." she sang quietly to herself, feeling the sting of cold water in her palms. She thought about Mikael, and how she had...well, really pissed him off. Her heart felt really weird around him. It was like an anxiety attack.
"The skylarks that dance in the sky are tears..."
"Luray, luraeia, here is a warm sea," she sang louder, her voice lifting in the eternal night air gracefully, crisp. "Luray, Lureaia, you're a kind child of fire. Aimo, aimo."
The lyrics really made no sense but to her. It might have been made up words, or the language of the world she came from, or something else. She didn't sense Anybody around, so she sang. The song felt right in her Heart, anyway. Snow melted, she closed her eyes, trying to do what she did last night, willing herself to become one with the water.
She "felt" all the snow around her, twirling. Under her influence, the direction they fell changed, leaving streams of light behind. The ball of melted ice water rose from her hands and became a ball, a center of white light in the center, dancing like stars from the shape. It was obvious that she was new to all of this, very new.
Slowly peeking open one eye, she saw what she had done, and smiled in delight. She thought about getting up and showing Mikael--that was weird...why him, of all people? She frowned, looking into the water globe with sparkling lights, and sang, pure.
"The great affection that sleeps in my chest, quietly wakes with the warmth of held palms."
She thought of Caxnon and Reiho, and felt better. When they all had tea and cake at the cafe, and holding hands. She was uncomfortable doing it, but it felt nice. Very nice.
"Aimo, aimo...come, the sea is warm..."
She paused, and tensed, sensing someone else here. Her lips pursed tight, her face turned pink. Had someone heard her?
”You have got to be kidding me. “ Kuja whined as he stood at the window in his temporary apartment in Traverse Town. Apparently the local news failed to mention that it was going to snow the night before, and Kuja doesn’t really like the cold these days, mainly caused by a change in his genetic makeup. He sighed as he turned around and sat back down on his bed and rubbed his eyes and got back up and went to his dresser. Good thing he decided to bye winter wear the week before, he stood in front of his open wardrobe with his hands hanging on the cedar doors. His choices were currently between his usual outfit and insulated pants and shirt with a trench coat. Since he was only standing in his boxers Kuja reached for the warmer option.
He finished putting on his outfit and ran his hands through his long teal hair and walked out the door. His shoes made loud crunching sounds as he walked through the snow and down the stairs outside his building and made his way into town. He questioned why he still slept while he no longer needed it because his Heartless genes allowed him to not need sleep, maybe his brain was still hanging on to what it has left of his humanity. But then something else caught his attention, it was singing. How peculiar. ”What is that lovely tune?” Kuja asked himself as he made his way to the sound.
The Genome reached the Traverse Town Hotel area and he saw a young girl changing the snow around her and making into a small ball of light. The light almost made Kuja have to cover his eyes from him seeing it a tad brighter than most people do. But he made his way to girl as she stopped, ”Oh, no, no, no.” Kuja perked as he slowed himself when he got closer to the girl and he gave her a slight bow of his body before continuing, ”Oh please keep singing for awhile longer. Your voice is absolutely majestic, I must hear another note. If you wouldn’t mind that is?”
Unfortunately for her, magic was a bit (okay, alot) harder to perform than working a sword around. While she concentrated on the figure before her, the light within the waterball flickered out, leaving nothing more than a floating sphere of liquid. After all, she was still learning everything.
Her eyes were bright and alert as the individual approuched, her upbringing making her initially very cautionary around new people. Though most people she had met in Traverse Town were friendly, she knew she had to be more careful. The ball in her hands warped into different shapes, as if it couldn't quite decide on what it wanted to settle into.
”Oh, no, no, no.”
Antique tilted her head--if he meant ill will towards her, he would have attacked already, right? She managed to relax a bit. And he bowed his body. Antique scrammbled upwards, her old habits immediately kicking in. She beant her body low, into an elegant curtsie--doing so caused her to drop the ball of water though on the snow below her.
It returned to it's form as ice, crystallized as butterflies.
That was new.
”Oh please keep singing for awhile longer. Your voice is absolutely majestic, I must hear another note. If you wouldn’t mind that is?”
Antique turned bright red. She stood there, thinking about politely declining, but thought better of it, with a nod. Smiling for the man with lavendar hair, her small hands covered her heart, lifting her chin to the air to sing, her cheeks burning a bit from embarassment.
"Aimo, Aimo..." she started, very shakily. She seemed to get herself together as she continued to sing. The lady knight was still young, but her voice was still very sweet and innocent. "Neder luche, noina millia...."
She continued singing for a little while, her cheeks still pink at the end.
Creel walked through the gate from the third district into the first, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body despite the cold. He had just gotten through killing a particularly large and vicious group of heartless. It was just the usual varieties of heartless, though, and that's what had him confused. They never fought that hard, or shown up in that large a group, before now. He couldn't hel but wonder why.
He shrugged it off as he continued walking, the flat of Eiroch's white blade rested on top of the shoulder he wore the pauldron on. There was snow all over the town, and that meant the air was freezing cold. That, coupled with the fact that he was covered in sweat, had Creel shivering and shaking within moments. He quickly replaced Eiroch in its sheath on his back and crossed his arms in front of him, rubbing the opposite shoulders to try and warm him up somewhow.
It was as he walked that he heard the singing. It was a girl, he could tell. He could also tell she seemed nervous, due to the small break to his voice and the other, lighter ones just a couple of minutes later.
Creel just sat there, watching the girl and the one standing over here. He rose his eyebrow. Something didn't quite seem right here. He was going to stay here and just watch. The man standing with the girl was much, much older than her, at least his own age, maybe older. And, yet, here he was, preying on a young girl who probably couldn't sort out her own emotions.
And so, Creel picked a nearby corner to go stand in and he pulled eiroch off of his shoulder, setting it down next to him and pulling his lunch out of his pokcet,"Tuna...again? I hate tuna. Can't they have anything else good?
Sin smiled as he looked over the scene. Really? The friendly neighborhood narcissist was fawning over a human. Such an enjoyable scene, to see a Heartless enticed by a human. Maybe someday they would realize the truth... That, as a Heartless, they are only half of what a human is. They were imperfect compared to the humans...
Sin shook the feeling of dread off of himself. Heartless... He himself had been pressed into their services, and no matter how human he was, he feared he would be lost to Darkness in short time.
He sat on a street sign, his legs dangling over the edge of the thin pole. The two sat below him and he smiled. "A voice of Light... It is sweet. Simple and clean... The boy's blue eyes were soft. The Traverse Town lights made him glow a strange orange color as he dropped from the sign. The cobblestone crunched under his feet as he looked upon the duo.
"Have we met before?" She was his age... On the outside, of course. She seemed so petite, yet her weapon belied an alternate viewpoint. She was pretty. Innocent. Synthest Sin missed those days. He wanted to go back to Destiny Islands and play on the sand instead of living in constant fear. He wanted to bask in the ocean again...
And he didn't want her to be exposed to the Darkness. She was still a gentle-souled creature. She didn't deserve the pain of the shadows.
(Uber long delay.....couldnt think of what to say.)
Kuja listened to the girl sing one more line and smiled. The last time the Genome had heard such eloquent music was his last play on Gaia, he remembered it vaguely but the sound of music can never be forgotten. He took Antique's hand and thanked her,
"Oh I thank you much for that beautiful sound. I haven't heard music in years. I-" Kuja cut himself off as he saw a man watching them from the other side of the street they were on. With a twitch of his eye the sandwich the man was eating caught on fire and Kuja went back to talking to the young girl.
"I believe introductions are in order young lady. My name is Kuja, Kuja Tribal. Genome and Heartless of Traverse Town. Might I inquire as to your name might be?" Kuja smiled as he saw a man drop from a sign and walk to them. His dark scent reeked of Elaeus, another of his experiments? Maybe not, Kuja grinned as he located the scent of the dark to be the obsidian shackle on his arm.
"No I do not believe we have met. After all..." Kuja was silent for a moment and walked to be face to face with Sin and continued, "I am sure Elaeus keeps a tight leash on you."
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Antique's face turned bright red and began burning the moment she realized there was more than one person listening to her. It wasn't something she did often outside, of, well, a shower or a small enclosed place. The small knight was already pushing her comfort zones by singing for the man who, for some reason, reminded her of a peacock.
She jumped when one of them leaped off of a sign to stand before them. Inwardly, she was bashing her head against something hard--making a mental note to never ever -ever- sing in public again. It was way too embarrassing!
"Have we met before?"
Curiosity filled her, but the one who looked about her own age didn't seem too familiar. Shaking her head from left to right was her only answer, though it was filled with a gentle smile--she didn't know whether to answer--if the question was aimed toward her or the older gentleman with lavender hair.
Then he took her hand.
Her head shot up to look at him, the one who introduced himself as Kuja. Gently laying her small hand on top of his in a friendly gesture, she wanted to protest a bit--her singing wasn't that great! It was just singing, after all! Seemed she didn't even really know her own abilities.
But ah--Heartless! Her eyes widened, but not with an expression of fear. Something else. She thought of Roze. Her impression of human-appearing Heartless was nothing but positive, so far.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Tribal," she said, taking his last name and using it because he offered it--not to mention he seemed to radiate something of a higher ranking than her. Aristocrat, if you will.
Pulling away one of her hands, she curtsied elegantly. "I'm Antique, my name, that is," she offered quietly.
After a quite successful mission to capture an Air Soldier heartless in the second district, Saga was more than eager to return to her home called "fortress of ultimate science". The little black freak was going to spend a nice amount of time inside the flask she named "Esoteric shadowy fun prison" and in the future enjoy the pleasures of being victim of countless experiments of the painful type. Heartless were lucky for not feeling pain and not having enough intelligence to know what pain means, otherwise they would be driven insane.
"My little defective creature, soon you will join to my collection of experiments <3"
She rubbed the flask imprisoning the air soldier on her face. Delicious heartless, delicious experiments, her usual stoic seriousness was only interrupted by her borderline insane obsession with bunnies, maids and experiments related with the heartless.
Walking through the streets she noticed nearby a bunch of people, judging by the the weapons some of them wielded, she assumed they were a bunch of adventurers on route to kill heartless, because everybody hated them, right?
"If you are going to the second district to slay heartless, don't bother. Many of them succumbed to the natural process of getting killed by members of the superior human race, and I doubt the few surviving ones can do anything"
She didn't expect much from that rag tag team of adventurers, they didn't look worthy of being scouted. Only the man with the strange clothes and a crotch guard seemed to have any resemblance of intelligence. However, appearances could be deceiving, after all she was still wearing her pervert bunny maid clothes, which concealed the genius-level intellect she possessed.
"The girl over there, you would look good in a bunny maid uniform. Your new name would be agent pink bunny"
The girl with the claymore had the shape and style needed to be a successful bunny maid follower, if only her face showed intelligence instead of having an expression of silly naive girl with nothing but boys and ponies in the head .... but girls like her can be trained with love, care and more <3
