onepassingnight | Night 1

[There is a sleepy town cast in the soft orange light of the setting sun. It is built on hills, so the brick streets of the town rise and fall in great slopes in some areas and gently rolls in others. At the very top of the highest hill, there is a clock tower perched atop a train station. When a world is trapped within perpetual sunset like this one, keeping track of the time is difficult, and so that tower is of the utmost importance, the ticking of its clock the heartbeat of the town.

Wherever you are in the town, there's a young teenager dressed in a black coat. The hood is drawn up to where his or her face is mostly obscured. On top of the clock tower, he or she -- it's surprisingly difficult to tell -- the teenager is sitting on the ledge, holding a light blue ice cream bar in one hand, staring out at the town below. Elsewhere, s/he can be found wandering around, as if exploring the streets, or standing awkwardly along the building walls.]

[ooc: A list of canonical locations in town is here, if you want it! All of Twilight Town is there to visit (except for Yen Sid's tower, since Xion doesn't exactly know that place exists).]

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[He doesn't know what's happened, but he has the distinct sense that he shouldn't be here.

He finds himself standing at the foot of the train station. It's an unfamiliar place, not only this station, but also train stations in general. He knows the Air Cabs of Lindblum, and similar forms of transportation, but this kind of train is strange to him. Why ride along the ground if you can fly?

He glances up and sees the dark-clad figure on top of the clock tower. It draws his interest as well as his gaze, such a small figure sitting up so high. Then, flying is exactly what he does, leaping up easily into the air and landing near where Xion sits. He turns to look out over the town below, considering the view.]

Such an odd quality the light has here. A permanent transience of sorts.

[He should be dead, but this does not seem to be death. Death should be an absence of sense, feeling, thought. Perhaps this is a hallucination, and he will fade out in another moment or two.] I wonder when it will end?

[Xion is spaced out, not entirely paying attention, when the man appears. She stands and backs away to the wall. Seeing him there like that, in that space, makes her think of -- makes her think of things she doesn't want to remember right now.]

What... What are you talking about?

[To Kuja, her voice and form is androgynous.]

[He doesn't look toward the other figure as he speaks, continuing to study the town below and the horizon beyond.]

All things end. Nothing is permanent. This world at a standstill--it can only last so long. I wonder how long that will be.

[He expects it will be soon, for him. He is not dead, but he must be dying, even though he feels no pain now. He wonders where Zidane is. Well, it's only right that Zidane wouldn't follow him into oblivion. Zidane doesn't deserve to die.]

[Xion stares at this man for a long moment.]

I don't think... that this place will ever change. Just the people.

[He no longer trusts in permanence.]

Why do you think it will not? Even if it takes aeons, change does come. It is implacable, powerful, that force which does not allow the universe to remain at rest. Even those things we consider immutable, invulnerable, they may yet crumble for reasons we have not dreamed of.

People... they always change. From day to day as well as year to year.

I can't imagine this town changing. It just seems like one of those places that defies that.

Then perhaps you lack sufficient imagination. [It's a rude remark, but his tone lacks malice. He can imagine anything in ruins, and that is what he sees now as he regards the town below. In his mind's eye, he pictures it burning. The vision brings him no joy. Destruction has always dogged his every step.]

Nothing endures eternally.

[Malice or no, Xion frowns.]

There are always exceptions.

Then there must be exceptions to the rule that there are always exceptions.

[Kuja smiles, a little pleased by the paradox.]

If it is as unchanging as you claim, is there something that sets it apart from other places? It cannot be the realm of the dead. [He would never find himself in such a place, and he doesn't believe in one. The souls of the dead return to the planet. As for him--there's nowhere for him to go.]

[... Xion's head hurts. :( she's just. going to leave that there.]

No, it's not anything like that. It's just... a place of in-between.

Night 1 | ~ Remember ~

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where was my notif for this??

Notifs can be so evil.

;n; yes

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