Twilight's Mystery; New Encounters (Open)

[Hope Estheim]

Twilight town; a world bordering on the edge of light and dark. Here the color of the sky is an orangish hue, giving a relaxing feel to the entire town. There are some people that are walking the streets today, though for the most part the town is empty. A gentle breeze blows through the quiet little town, adding to the serenity of the world. It is not until there would be a flash of light in the sandlot that the tranquil peace would be disturbed. When the light was no more, what would be left is a young man looking to be in his mid 20's lying on the ground. Grayish hair and an outfit that made it obvious that the young man was not from this world. How he got here and what that strange light was were a mystery, yet they still occurred and gave presence to the unknown soul on the ground.

A groan, some movement, and then getting up to his feet. The young man stumbled a bit before gaining his balance, grabbing his head as if in pain. "Uuuuuuggghhh....what happened....where..ami I?" The young man would fall back, sitting on the ground and trying to regain his composure. He tried to think of what just happened. He remembered the incident revolving around the spilling chaos from Valhalla, and winding up in Traverse Town. After that though, everything was blank. He tried to recall the memories of what happened....but nothing. He realized that it was futile, so instead of sitting around doing nothing, he decided that he would take a look around at where he wound up. After getting to his feet, he would check the area he was in. It looked something like a small field for games. Though there was no one around right now.

As Hope left the sandlot, he walked around the streets trying to get info from the townsfolk. However, they knew very little and gave him strange looks when he tried to ask or talk about anything he knew that had nothing to do with this world. To be in a world where there was nothing helpful frustrated Hope, but there was still nothing he could do about it. Compared to Pulse, this world was very primitive. It had very little technology that was useful to Hope. The most advanced thing he saw here was the trolly in Market Street. With a sigh, Hope continued forward until he reached the Tram Common. A large clock tower and train station overlooking an endless tranquil scenic view. In the train station, there was but one or two trains inside. The ticket master, just like everyone else, was of no use since he did not know anything that could help Hope.

Hope, now frustrated and trying to think of what to do, made his way up to the clock tower, going outside to the small platform-like area below the bells and upper clock face. He looked over the town, seeing the peaceful splendor he wound up in. When he looked out into the endless distance, he couldn't help but think of his friends from Pulse. He wondered what could have happened to them. He had not seen anyone from there since Valhalla appeared in Pulse. Leaning against the clock tower with a sigh, Hope would relax and let his thoughts flow freely, hoping that something would come to mind eventually that could help him.

[Simba]

While Simba had begun to gather a grasp on what was happening, and had a working theory on things, he still had no control what so ever. His ability to move between worlds at random truly was, as it seemed, random. He had lost count the number of places he had been so far. Worlds of great towering cities, worlds of grand deserts, and worlds that were so.. Different. In almost all he had been treated with fear, but there were the noticeable exceptions. Three in total so far, but they were few and far between. Out of so many worlds, only on three had he not been immediately treated like a monster. Perhaps it was for that very reason that he had been glad to find himself away from people once more, upon a grant building in a city coated in twilight hour. Simba held no memories of this place, and it was foreign, but this grant tower, with it’s odd design and strange brass things on the side, at least kept him out of public view.

And it was where he had been laying, resting his head and sleeping for a time. In fact, he had probably looked like some intricate design to anyone who would have come up here, if they bothered too. Just a statue very well done up to appear as nothing more than a lion statue. In his state of rest and sleep, he thought on the various things he had been learning. These worlds, they were interconnected somehow. The hearts of the worlds shown in the night skies of each world, and each star at night was another world, another kingdom. Tales seemed to exist about these stars in each world, each differing slightly. Te great Kings of the Past… that was his worlds tale. Each great king existed in the stars. So, it had to mean that the great kings somehow… became the worlds? Or did they join the heart of another world, to help defend it with their great power? It was so much. Even more, why was he being dragged to each of these worlds?

What purpose, as a king, was he to serve? He was not Mufasa and never would be, no matter how hard he tried. He was a failure of a king, failed his people… so why was he being brought around here?

In his thoughts, he hadn’t even heard another arrive on the strange tower and look over the view, as Simba had done at first when arriving here. He reopened his eyes, looking out on the view of the town and it’s odd beauty, and was reminded of something his father once told him. Everything the light touched… everything… When he had said that, his world was bathed in the twilight of sunup. He raised his reatr haunches and stretched out, careul to not let his paws go over the edge of the building as he leaned back and yawned with the stretch, his grand maw and teeth barred to the twilight sun. He came back and sat up, looking over the view of the city and sighing, eyes half-lidded from his rest. Why here?

He never even noticed the man in gray hair so close to him.

[Hope Estheim]

Nothing interesting or going on in this world. It just seemed like this world was.....just there. A place not home to the wonders and mysteries that could rival what Pulse had. And yet, it still seemed like it was amazing in it's own right. A world where peace and tranquility seemed eternal, never to be disturbed. As Hope took his rest up at the clock tower, he noticed what seemed to be a lion statue. Very well designed; one could mistake it for real if they wanted to. "A creature statue all the way up here....probably to watch over the town to perverse this everlasting twilight. I wonder if you know anything about the darkness and chaos, or of any of the other unexplainable things that have been happening. Heh, look at me talking to a statue. I've been away from Pulse for too long already."

Just then, the statue stretched and yawned, shocking Hope as he quickly got up and moved back. He grabbed his boomerang and kept his guard up, as he was on a small ledge with an unknown creature. Why is there an animal up here? There is a beast in town just lying around with no one knowing? If it is alive, it should've known that I was here. So why did it not attack? Is it a friendly creature or does it not notice me." These questions and more ran through Hope's head. Yes there was a beast on the same ledge as him, but he was still alive which piqued his curiosity. He still gripped his boomerang though, just in case he was going to need it.

"I doubt you'll understand me, but is there a reason that you, a creature, are in town?" Hope was actually talking to a beast. What was wrong with him? He did need answers though, because he was not going to get them by just standing there being all defensive. There was no one around that could shed light on this dilemma, so he could only hope that he was in no danger. One wrong move, and he could plummet down to the ground, losing all chance to ever return to Pulse and save everyone. Keeping firm eyes on the creature, Hope would wait to see what would happen next.

[Simba]

The scrambling of movement to Simba’s side caused him to glance over, seeing a man with almost stark white hair scramble to get up and get what appeared to be some sort of throw weapon. The man put up his guard, and Simba shook his head with a sigh. This happened so many times it was becoming more of a nuiscence than anything else nowadays. The man at least hadn’t fallen off the edge. That might have sent Simba into a panic and flashbacks, having to grab onto the man and hold on for dear life as he tried to pull him back up while this man might have no doubt fought for his life not to be eaten. Thankfully, the man was just standing there, guard up and ready in case Simba attacked. Well, he wouldn’t. It was a lazy day.

“To answer your first question, I do know about the darkness and Chaos,if your talking about the heartless that is. I know it all too well actually…” He said, reminiscing on when the Heartless first attacked his world, then again. The first time he had not been able to protect it… but the second, they had taken less of a force, and Sora had helped stop the Destruction. “To answer your next question before you ask it, yes, I can talk. And to answer the final one…” Simba paused with a sigh, closing his eyes and letting his chin fall onto the edge of the clock tower, looking down below and shaking his head. “I have theories. But I don’t actually know for certain why I’m here, to tell you the truth.” he said, looking over to the man.

“Names are probably important now, huh? Simba. You?” The question was simple and would provide more to work with. It might also hopefully let the man’s guard down at some point.