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Who: Everyone
What: Jagannatha makes his move, and the game begins.
Where: Everywhere
When: Saturday, June 11

It was time. The preparations had finally been completed. Alexandria was completed.

Darkness sprang forth from the Hearts of Worlds, Denizens of Light, and the Denizens of Darkness celebrated. Those of the Light - Key Bearers, "Refugees," and civilians alike - all began to succumb. Few would be allowed to remain.

The era of Light was over, each and every one of his subjects knew. This was their time to shine, ironic as it may be. And they could do nothing to stop it.

It was, all in all, turning out to be an excellent day.

Part 2 to come a little later...

Date: 2011-06-12 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ryuuzoku-aya.livejournal.com
Deep in Gummispace, the massive form of the Dagda drifted serenely, no course set. Every world was given wide berth, far from where the former space-time barriers between them existed. Very few of the lights remained lit on the proud vessel, save for the faint dull glow of the thrusters.

Not a person aboard spoke, humans, moogles, and viera alike moving about their business like zombies. It was a dark night for Clan Kickassia for not everyone made it into space when the Darkness began to claim people. They hadn't seen such losses since the day Rak sabotaged the ship for the Archadian empire. Their trade, as treasure hunters, or thieves, or just hunters, was a dangerous one. Loss was not unknown, but this magnitude was rare.

Aya slumped in her captain's chair, a glassy look on her face as she stared at the screen of her laptop. She saw the videos. She witnessed people vanish before her eyes. She looked through the yellow-tinted lenses around her neck to see their fate and saw only darkness. They were gone. Nearly all of them.

A heavy sigh rattled through her chest and she palmed her face, reaching over to hit the refresh button on her browser again, searching for any sign of a survivor, save for Sephiroth. He could be an ally, maybe, but Aya couldn't be too sure. She wasn't entirely convinced that the remnant was tamed. He was clearly a man out for his own interests above anything else.

Aya was not aiming to be upgraded from "Sky Pirate" to "Space Pirate" but if she could just stay out here and remain alive, maybe she'd find a way. She had some tricks, she had some toys, and fleeing Archadian air patrols had given her a hell of a lot of practice. Once the numbness had worn off...

go to them

Her stomach bubbled with revulsion as she heard the voice again. That damn voice, so persistent now that the worlds had been thoroughly poisoned. It had been but murmurs and whispers before but now she could hear it clearly.

let it consume thee

"Shut up." Aya groaned, breaking the solemn silence of the bridge. The other crewmembers looked up at her, then to each other, concerned. "Not you guys, you're alright." she added in a tired voice. "Sorry."

it is the only way

Her hand tightened on her own face, digging fingers into the skin of her cheek. It hurt. Her throat grew tight. "Stop it! STOP IT!"

seize the reins

With a shout, Aya leapt to her feet, clutching her head with both hands, her computer clattering to the floor. She thrashed and writhed, staggering sideways as the crew watched on in horror. The moogle navigator ran over, only to be swatted away like a fly by one of Aya's arms. She screamed again. Another crew member ran in only to stop suddenly as glimpses of a large vaporous thing swirled around her.

Abruptly, she stopped yelling and twisting only to straighten without so much of a breath of exertion. After a pause of awkward silence where her glassy green eyes swept over the gathered bridge crew, she spoke, her voice deep. Resolute. "Stay on course for nowhere. I am retreating to my chambers."

With her announcement, she departed but not without attracting considerable suspicion. Her laptop remained discarded on the floor.

Their suspicion was well-founded. She headed for the hangar.

Re: Part 2 to come a little later...

Date: 2011-06-12 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ryuuzoku-aya.livejournal.com
By the time they arrived, it was too late. Aya was gone, as was the orange Gumdam.


Hours pass.


Aya didn't know what world she had landed on. It was completely unrecognizable now anyway, full of nothing but dark skies and dark shapes moving about her. Heartless peered at her with beady yellow eyes and quickly began to swarm around her. As they came at her, Aya didn't move, remaining stone still, an expression of fury on her face.

"I'm going to kill you." She hissed aloud as the darkness appeared at her fete, "Whoever you are. I'm going to kill you. I will find a way."

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