The Influx. A world surrounded by myth and legend, it has been told that this is the first world to exist, and that this is the first world to fall to darkness. It is a dystopia with blackened skies and a red moon, skyscrapers reach to escape this hell but to no avail. Major cities and towns compose the world's surface, the denizens reach up to the billions. Morning creaks around the corner as the Influx's three suns peak up the horizon and shine it's pale gray light over the world, the people are perplexed at the sight of these suns, with Dark Hour it feels quite literally like ages since they last saw the sun.
When Dark Hour rolls around the worlds become a pitch void of darkness, and for 18 hours every day it remains like this. Only those with a powerful affinity to darkness or those with Keyblades are able to remain solid during Dark Hour, everyone else in the entirety of the universe falls to darkness and ceases to exist only to reappear into reality when Dark Hour ends. It is hard to say what happens to the person when Dark Hour starts, people often describe a feeling of weightlessness and a sense of being light-headed, then quickly followed by losing feeling in their entire body and experiencing a feeling of floating. They say they have no sense of time and when Dark Hour ends they only wake up in their original position unaware of even being gone.
It is an unfathomable feeling this Dark Hour, for everyone else able to retain their existence they describe the worlds as being enshrouded in darkness, those who have an affinity in light describe feeling drained or weakened, those who fall under twilight describe as being strengthened or powerful. Dark Hour cannot be controlled by anyone, not even the Master of Darkness. He is able to use Dark Hour to his advantage but he cannot control how long Dark Hour lasts or when it'll start, it is said to have last six hours because the death of the original primal force of Light lasted six hours until it was revived into a pure spirit. But then again, I wasn't alive back then.
Deep within the center of the grand metropolis of the Influx sat the center of the world, a large castle that consumed 1/4th of the world's surface sat there awkwardly in the center of everything. And deep within that castle sat a lone apprentice busily cooking for her dear master. She carefully mixed the batter with slow deliberate movements, despite training herself every day for three years she still had to refer to the cookbook so she doesn't screw it up.
It's pancakes, it isn't that hard! Azusa chided herself for her ineptitude, she had cooked this accursed dish for three years but she still felt uncomfortable looking at the ingredients. While Azusa was the type not to admit defeat she had seceded to her proud and went for microwavable pancakes but through some ungodly force of nature the pancakes had imploded. She thinks something out there is cursing her or something. Azusa drifted to her daydreams while the four large pancakes crackled unnaturally, the scent of cooked pancakes assailed her, she looked down with a dreamy look to see her pancakes rapidly being cooked. In a frenzy Azusa quickly flipped over the pancakes and sighed a breath of relief when she saw that the pancakes weren't burnt but a golden brown.
But wait, what's the burning smell? She looked over to see her six strips of bacon being burnt, "Shit!" Flipping the strips of bacon the oil splashed up and out of reflex Azusa lifted up her arm to block against the oil, it graced her arm burning it instantly. Yelping Azusa fell down and smacked the two frying pans by the handle causing all of the food to fly up in the air. Azusa lifted up her burning hand and an aura of darkness quickly surrounded her hand and flew over to a stray plate, the plate lifted up in the air with a mind of its own and launched itself through the air grabbing the pancakes and pieces of bacon perfect. Azusa smiled and pumped her arm, "Yes!"
In her excitement she had released the aura of darkness and the plate fell down on her head, she instinctively raised her arms and caught the plate. She looked at the food, half-expecting to see a mess, but everything was on in piece... Although the bacon was blackened.
"My cooking is terrible but I could always invest in being a waitress." Azusa muttered to herself as she stood and strode over to the refrigerator to pour herself a cup of orange juice and a bottle of syrup. Grabbing a tray she placed the meal on it and headed out of the kitchen and towards the stairs walking up to Van's room. She turned over the bacon so that the burnt side wouldn't show. Standing in front of Van's bedroom door she methodically fixed her skirt and her hair and with a deep breath she opened the door. Van was still asleep but Azusa couldn't blame him, she had woke up insanely early, she looked at the time: 6:45 AM.
She placed the tray of food on his nightstand and sat at the bed, she looked at Van's sleeping face to see him looking rather distressed. Ah, he was having another nightmare. She felt guilty since she didn't know how to help him, but she figured, at this point, that waking him up would end the nightmare even faster. She gently pressed on his shoulder, "Hey, wakey-wakey. Come on Van, wake up~".
When Dark Hour rolls around the worlds become a pitch void of darkness, and for 18 hours every day it remains like this. Only those with a powerful affinity to darkness or those with Keyblades are able to remain solid during Dark Hour, everyone else in the entirety of the universe falls to darkness and ceases to exist only to reappear into reality when Dark Hour ends. It is hard to say what happens to the person when Dark Hour starts, people often describe a feeling of weightlessness and a sense of being light-headed, then quickly followed by losing feeling in their entire body and experiencing a feeling of floating. They say they have no sense of time and when Dark Hour ends they only wake up in their original position unaware of even being gone.
It is an unfathomable feeling this Dark Hour, for everyone else able to retain their existence they describe the worlds as being enshrouded in darkness, those who have an affinity in light describe feeling drained or weakened, those who fall under twilight describe as being strengthened or powerful. Dark Hour cannot be controlled by anyone, not even the Master of Darkness. He is able to use Dark Hour to his advantage but he cannot control how long Dark Hour lasts or when it'll start, it is said to have last six hours because the death of the original primal force of Light lasted six hours until it was revived into a pure spirit. But then again, I wasn't alive back then.
Deep within the center of the grand metropolis of the Influx sat the center of the world, a large castle that consumed 1/4th of the world's surface sat there awkwardly in the center of everything. And deep within that castle sat a lone apprentice busily cooking for her dear master. She carefully mixed the batter with slow deliberate movements, despite training herself every day for three years she still had to refer to the cookbook so she doesn't screw it up.
It's pancakes, it isn't that hard! Azusa chided herself for her ineptitude, she had cooked this accursed dish for three years but she still felt uncomfortable looking at the ingredients. While Azusa was the type not to admit defeat she had seceded to her proud and went for microwavable pancakes but through some ungodly force of nature the pancakes had imploded. She thinks something out there is cursing her or something. Azusa drifted to her daydreams while the four large pancakes crackled unnaturally, the scent of cooked pancakes assailed her, she looked down with a dreamy look to see her pancakes rapidly being cooked. In a frenzy Azusa quickly flipped over the pancakes and sighed a breath of relief when she saw that the pancakes weren't burnt but a golden brown.
But wait, what's the burning smell? She looked over to see her six strips of bacon being burnt, "Shit!" Flipping the strips of bacon the oil splashed up and out of reflex Azusa lifted up her arm to block against the oil, it graced her arm burning it instantly. Yelping Azusa fell down and smacked the two frying pans by the handle causing all of the food to fly up in the air. Azusa lifted up her burning hand and an aura of darkness quickly surrounded her hand and flew over to a stray plate, the plate lifted up in the air with a mind of its own and launched itself through the air grabbing the pancakes and pieces of bacon perfect. Azusa smiled and pumped her arm, "Yes!"
In her excitement she had released the aura of darkness and the plate fell down on her head, she instinctively raised her arms and caught the plate. She looked at the food, half-expecting to see a mess, but everything was on in piece... Although the bacon was blackened.
"My cooking is terrible but I could always invest in being a waitress." Azusa muttered to herself as she stood and strode over to the refrigerator to pour herself a cup of orange juice and a bottle of syrup. Grabbing a tray she placed the meal on it and headed out of the kitchen and towards the stairs walking up to Van's room. She turned over the bacon so that the burnt side wouldn't show. Standing in front of Van's bedroom door she methodically fixed her skirt and her hair and with a deep breath she opened the door. Van was still asleep but Azusa couldn't blame him, she had woke up insanely early, she looked at the time: 6:45 AM.
She placed the tray of food on his nightstand and sat at the bed, she looked at Van's sleeping face to see him looking rather distressed. Ah, he was having another nightmare. She felt guilty since she didn't know how to help him, but she figured, at this point, that waking him up would end the nightmare even faster. She gently pressed on his shoulder, "Hey, wakey-wakey. Come on Van, wake up~".
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