A New World [SoT]

[donald2]

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The night sky loomed over this world, the shining stars providing an eerie light for any wanderers who might stumble on it's ground. Many people came in here and expected a town of gentle neon lights to calm them after their world was gone. But now, this world of many colors was only one; gray. Nothing but total ashes were left now, the occasional metal structure left to tell the story of a massive fire that happened.

A soft breeze blew across this town, a gentle wind to console what was left of it's once great magnificence. Ash rose upward as if it were in a storm and went the way of the breeze, the particles creating a sort of fog as it broke-down and turned into a very fine dust. Sight became nigh-useless within a few precious moments...

However, if one were to arrive toward the edge of the gate, rather where the gate had stood, they would find that their was still a few footprints of a more recent traveler. These tracks seemed to end in a few meters in a place where there were many footprints, it almost seemed like a struggle had taken place.

What was going on?

[Nyx]

She had landed her ship a lot farther away from Traverse Town than she thought. Or, maybe she hadn't. As the remnants of the town came into view, Emmaline finally realized why she hadn't seen the buildings and the gate much sooner. Her pace quickened before breaking into an all out run towards the place were the entrance once stood. An awful stench invaded her nostrils and she coughed, trying to cleanse her lungs of debris floating in the air. She placed one of her sleeves over her mouth so she could breath without choking again.

Her pale blue eyes surveyed the town that once was, wondering who or what could possibly have enough power to destroy the entire town. Where there even any survivors? By the looks of it, she highly doubted it. A tight knot formed in her stomach as she imagined how tortured the people must have been being burned to death. Such pain she couldn't even imagine.

Emmaline wanted to run back to her gummy ship and fly home, but she stayed. The desire to know what happened overpowered her flight instinct. Each step she took was almost soundless due to the amount of ash collected on the ground. It was difficult to keep her footing almost, and every time a breeze went by she had to stop for fear of getting lost in the fog.

She followed the steps that started at the entrance of the town to come upon more footprints. She could tell that all the prints must have been recent, otherwise the wind would have erased them. From what she could see, there was no trail leading back to the entrance to signify an exit. Did that mean people were still here? What kind of people were they?

[Rocket!]

Stitch sniffed the footprints with interest. Not too often you find footprints on cobblestone bricks...

Given the manner in which they're strewn about, a bout of some kind was also to blame... for the massive amount of them, that is.

Obviously, Stitch's supercomputer intellect is kicking in.

And then there's those gates. Or lack thereof. Stitch, wasting no time at all (with fun in mind!), dashed through their remains, headed for whatever laid beyond.

[Beaver Dude]

Navigating the narrow confines that might have been called 'roads' which lay between worlds was not unlike, Dee discovered, learning how to walk all over again. It took a liberal amount of self-confidence, a mind that said yes, yes this was possible an ability ignore the fact that the ground was hocrapsofaraway. As Dee stumbled out of the crafted portal he sort of flopped and sort of crashed in one general display of love for solid earth.

And then Dee realized they were missing.

No, that was incorrect. It was not a 'they' that was missing- everyone was missing. The little Black Mage surveyed Traverse Town's ghastly remains and tried to avoid breaking down. Generally, there were two ways to access magic and violent emotional outbursts was not. what. they. would. want.

Or what they needed.

Gears churned and whirled brightly. Dee reminded himself to breathe as he walked numbly through the remains of what had once been a ramshackle orphanage. He would have doubted, would have assumed that he had merely Leaped to the wrong world, to the wrong place, the wrong time (time and space were connected in fine strands and layers after all) but no, he could feel them. Smell them. They had been here and now they weren't any longer.

Dee gathered his wits, his courage and his anger and made a silent vow: he would find out what had happened. The vow made, he started to hunt for clues, signs of life- anything and everything that might help.

In the end he found a blue, six-legged creature.

[Homac]

Fi had landed wanted to visit the world that he'd lived on for years during his training, even going so far as to hire a pilot to fly him there, rather that jump off a gummi ship.

He hadn't expected the town to be a destroyed ruin, in fact that had been the last thing he'd expected to see.

'What could have done this?' he thought to himself, 'Destruction on this scale doesn't happen very often, or easily.'

He steeled himself for a grisly sight, and walked through the destroyed gates that had once led into the town, only to see a short figure in a pointed yellow hat, and an odd, six legged creature standing in the otherwise deserted ruins.