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Ignoring the chatter going on around the table, Vereor simply took the towel Haruko had handed him and held it out to Diogenes. "I suggest you apologize and clean this up."

"Your threats mean nothing to me, you human mongrel," Diogenes retorted, a sneer curling onto his lips, as if he truly thought himself superior in every way- perhaps he and Zekvyr would get along. "I can read your every thought, predict your every mood. And even now, the only thing in your mind is the thought of some 'mask' of yours. Pah!"

"Then you leave me no choice in the matter," he muttered, lightly dropping the towel over the spilled tea. His right hand began to rummage through his cloak before slowly coming out, holding what appeared to be a mask, though the face was obscured by his hand. He lifted it up, and just before he placed it on his face, released a sigh. "C'est la vie, c'est la morte."

The mask touched his face, and for a moment, nothing really seemed to happen. Diogenes released a 'hmph'. Suddenly, the hand left the face, revealing a face of pure demonic outrage, the eyes black and hollow, the mouth baring row after row of monstrous fangs. At the same time, an over-powering wave of Darkness burst forth from the Nobody, who spoke just three simple words...



"S̸̨̩͍͈̒͑̆̌̎ͬ͑͐̎ͤ͗͝Ų̶̞̪̞̯̯̎͆͒ͯͪ͒̈ͭ̿̆ͬ́͋̐͆ͭ̇̕͝͞F̨̺͔̞̲̻̫̯͉́ͭ̔̇͟͝͠F̌̍͑́͘͏̛̫̖̳̻̞Eͯͦ̍̽͜͏͓̟͚̖Ṙ̟̮̲̓̍ͯ͌́͘͝ ̵̴̨̦̯̗̭̗͙̦̲̰̄̿̀̑̈̒͡͠I̴̦̝̻͉̭̝̤̙̖̫͚̤͖̭̤͓ͬ̒̔̀͊ͥͪ̎̆͜ͅN̢̢̜̜̫̲̬͎̺̫̯̮͔̭̱̟̪ͣ̉̃ͫ͒̎ͅ ̴̮̣̹͕̼͖̖̓̍͆̽ͩ̕͘͠͡D̢͚̰̟̞͍̞̣̭͖̝͊͆̍̑́͊ͤ̾̾͜͜͝͠A̷̧̤̭̩̘̳͇̟̺͙̻̟͓̝̝͎̫͓̻͆͛ͨͩ̾̃̔̌ͤͬ̿͌̒̐̿̄ͨ́͢͞ͅR̨̛̬̜̺̻̜̦͐ͥͨͬ̃̔͒͗̿͑͂͂́́̚̚͠Kͣ́͐̊͒̓͐͊ͯ̎̆͆̕͡҉̡̲̜͇̻̙̠̘̭͇͇̙N̶̛ͫ͂̄̈̐͋͐̇̅ͯ̀͆ͫͨ̽͜͏̺̰͈͉̹̗̖̙̥̻̦͔̜͕̗E̷̡̦̳͕͊͐͛̽͋ͭ͡Ş̨̧̛̮̹̮̻̗̜̣̩̗̆ͯͯ̂̂̍ͪ̇ͮ̇̆͑̈́͗͢ͅͅS̸̢̠̩͉͕̹̝̹̳̎ͮͯ̏͒͒̐̏̅ͦ͒̀͢!̧̉͋͊̽ͨ̽͒̿̄̔̉̑̀ͧ̿̚҉̗̤̙̯̬̠͇̳̫̮̞̘̟͔͎̦̭̫̞!͂͗̓̒͌͏̷̟͖̼̼̙̣̖̲̪̼̻͕̕͝!̸̣̘̻̮̞̤͕̫͍̗́ͧ̓͋̎̓̽͢͜"



The words would send an icy chill up the spine of anyone with a heart, as if the Darkness at their very core was reverberating with the speech; those without a heart would feel the strange surge of power regardless. A massive black hand reached up from the ground, made of pure onyx, grabbing Diogenes entire body and forcefully tossing him across the room toward the lounge area. Before he struck the wall, the Abyssal Jester appeared from a tear of Darkness, forcefully grabbing him by the hair and, with a twist of his body, shoved his face into the wall repeatedly.

☼~Ƞѳɱaa βli†ʓ ~☼

{Queen of the Spanish Main.}

[Traverse Town : Second District Cafe]

Nomaa watched as Rufus summoned a bottle of wine for them to partake in. She politely refused, though it was more for trust purposes than anything - the last thing she needed was more alcohol influencing her decisions when there was a strange man offering her transportation for a "relatively small fee." There was something about his smirk that unnerved her, though she had no idea if this was warranted or not. The pirate captain always found herself being distrustful, more often of men than others, but it kept her alive. At any rate, they decided to get down to business, and her head tilted to the side ever so slightly in a show of curious attention, listening as he voiced his question to the room.

"As much as I hate to admit it love, I think I am the odd one out. Just learned what to call the buggers a few minutes ago, but they seem like creatures of shadow from what I can tell." While she didn't seem to be embarrassed by her lack of information of the subject, it was clear that she did not like being in the dark about these kinds of things. These creatures attacked her ship and crew - the one thing she loved in this life, and she was not going to take it laying down. She might only be a woman, but these people and creatures would see just how cruel she could be if they got in a brawl with her. This was not the dainty women her parents wanted to raise - Nomaa would fight savagely to defend her love.

(OOC: Shortest post I think I've ever done; busy fixing some issues about a new laptop, eck.)

Solaris

Sorry...

...I'll be taking my leave now.

{Traverse Town : Second District : Underground Sewer}

Barely having time to draw his breath before Merlin teleported them, he closed his eyes when the pressure came, so he didn't see when the smoke overcame his eyes. When he felt the pressure vanish, he released his breath and took in another as he opened his eyes. They were in... a sewer? He began to wonder why they were there when Merlin walked towards the water. Following him, he looked down at the water but couldn't see anything really wrong with it. So it really came as a surprise when it was declared poisonous. "But, how do you know it's poisonous?" He asked, wondering how he could tell so easily. "And how are you going to get rid of it?" He asked, his curiosity overpowering his timidness for the moment.

Nalo's mind was still flooding with stimuli. Instincts were kicking in and his veins flooded with a cocktail of hormones, even though his conscious self perceived no real threat from this man. His ears itched.
"Ah...This place is called Traverse Town. Everything ends up here apparently." Nalo grinned and regained his bubbly spirit. "My name is Nalo. I'm a Vierra. You're pretty weird...What's your name? Why are you transparent like a spetre?"

Nalo was very curious about his new acquaintance. Most people either visit planets though gummi ships or are snatched up by heartless...never big, glowing portals.

Nalo chuckled at the man's nakedness. He looked strong, slightly toned, like some of the laborers from Balfolonheim. "I bet. I'm weird EVERYWHERE. The Vierra never leave the wood. Her embrace is all we Vierra need." Nalo started rummaging in his pack for something while muttering, "I should have some pants for you. I don't like shirts...they feel strange. You'll have to go without for a while...AHA!"Nalo pulled out a tightly folded pair of cerulean blue pants, part of his everyday garb, and tossed them to Window. "These should fit...loosely."Nalo stared down to Window.

He put his hands behind his head and started to pace while Window changed. "So, what do you do for a living? Whatcha WANT to do here? What was your planet like?"Nalo had started to calm back down and return to the same peppy demeanor he was known for. His soft curves shone in the streetlights.

[Traverse Town :: First District]

The man deftly caught the pants, still managing to hold onto the cloth around his waist with a certain amount of stiff grace. "I thank you for your abundant generosity, Vierra. This is a tenfold improvement to my current condition." Nalo was right--the trousers were a bit loose--but the semi-coarse fibers felt wonderful against his legs, instead of the emptiness and insecurity of the open air. At least the young one had the decency to not watch him quickly pull on the borrowed piece of clothing. The pants ended up hanging lightly upon his hips, and he was worried that a slight tug of wind might result in their departure from their precarious place. Going commando was probably not the best option in this case. Still, it was better than nothing.

By the time Window had finished, he looked almost completely solid again. He kept the cloth, however, and draped around his shoulders (one never knew when it might come in handy). The man cleared his throat to signal that he was done and stepped out from behind the mailbox. Nalo had just thrown an onslaught of queries his way, and Window had only partially listened, concentrating instead on clothing himself. He was still getting used to the idea that he was in an alien place. Again, he composed his body to as to appear dignified and respectful, or as dignified as he was going to get with the odd garments. "I am a...high-ranking student." He almost chuckled (not out of mirth, but sarcasm), thinking how it wasn't really a way to make money, but that was how he defined himself--a student first and foremost. He also internally slapped himself for using the label of 'student' out loud. It just sounded so...well, unbefitting of the time and effort he put into his years at school, as well as his age. "I mean, I'm a scholar." Yes, that definitely sounded more appropriate of his status. "I mainly studied biological anthropology , as well as philosophy, linguistics, and international studies to a lesser degree."

But as soon as Window said this, he lost his composure for an instant, crestfallen, realizing that all those years of hard work, stress, tears, papers, all-nighters, lectures, and study were now totally and completely useless. The bottom dropped out of his stomach, leaving an empty, aching gash. What was his purpose now? It was at this moment that Window felt truly naked. Here he was, stripped of all titles and knowledge, standing in an unknown place. He was shorn of all of his history, both of his personal life and the history of his world. Who was he now? How was he supposed to identify himself in a way that had any meaning to anyone? Traverse Town suddenly seemed very big, and he very small. With a slack jaw and blank eyes, Window slowly turned his head to the stranger in front of him. The Vierra only looked back with an open, honest face with an underlying aura of content confidence. Nalo knew who he was. In comparison, Window abruptly felt like his name, like you could see right through him--there was no substance, nothing of worth, nothing inside. If you were to take a look at him, all you would get was your reflection.

There was nothing for him.

Window's heart ached. His mind blanked, although his mouth kept moving on instinct, attempting to answer the rest of Nalo's questions. "I...I don't know what I want..." His eyes began to prickle, and one began threatening to tear. However, the hint of the warm liquid snapped Window's attention back to the present, and he swiftly regained his normal cool and aloof posture without revealing the extensive nature of his internal breakdown. The lapse had been quick, lasting only ten seconds or so. Besides, falling apart was not going to help with anything. "I ask that you use the present tense, sir, about my planet; it is still alive and well. Why would anything cause its disappearance?" So, this confirms it. I am on another planet. I guess that those theories on interstellar life and travel are correct. Well, I half expected them to be so. Ah, his home...thinking about it made Window smile ever so slightly, and he began to drop some of the formality he had held himself with for the majority of their acquaintance. "The first thing one might notice about my home was the wind. It was everywhere, always around to cool you off, which was important considering that we have two suns. But our wind seemed to have a mind of its own; it was there to give you a reassuring nuzzle, or guide you on your walk home. I think that I enjoyed cycling simply because I created a breeze whenever I rode my bicycle. It was the one way I could become more like it even if it was only in the most superficial of ways.." Window caught himself falling into one of his more poetic moments, which was a sign of a loss of self-control. He oriented his speech again. "Well, I am afraid that, in the end, it was to be my undoing, since the last thing that I am able to call to mind before I awoke here was an accident. An accident involving me, in fact, and an automobile that failed to see me coming around the corner. I certainly hope that you are not the guardian of the afterlife, or I may have to reconsider my position." Not that it really mattered in the end; he might as well be dead anyway. It was now as if he had come to the end of his life as he knew it. "And may I inquire the same of you, if I may be so bold? What is your occupation and your purpose for being here? How did you manage to get here, and why do you not remain in your home, if the Vierra never leave the wood?"

[ Enyb ]

{KwehKwehWarkweh...[Humans are interesting things...]}

[Traverse Town: First District]

Enyb glared at Nalo, resisting the urge to n** the bunnyman. To imply that he was normally weak on his own? He was a chocobo, darn it! Chocobos are stronger than any 'Hume' that Enyb had ever seen.

"Warwark Kwehkwkweh,[I'd like to see you carry two or three humans on your back at once,]" he said through a mouthful of fruit, trying to follow the conversation of failing.

What was this 'biological anthropology'? 'Linguistics'? And what in the world was a 'automobile' that made that human fear for his life by hitting him? Was it a monster? Then why didn't the 'Bicycle' he was riding defend him? And what kind of name was 'Bicycle'? A breed of chocobo that the mint-colored bird had never heard of?

The chocobo made a noise akin to a grunt, his mind working at a furious pace to attempt to translate the conversation to something he could understand.