melodiesofeternity | The World is Ending? [Front-Dated] [OPEN]

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The World is Ending? [Front-Dated] [OPEN]

Who: Nozomi Yumehara (AU) and OPEN
When: April 7-9th
Where: Curti Center, Nakagawa, Sparks Golsaucia
What: As the end of the world inches closer, Nozomi wanders around, wondering what she could do
Warnings/Notes: Violence and language

A) April 7 - Nakagawa

Nozomi could feel the tenseness of the citizens. Sitting on the steps of her house, she can see various citizens doing their best to go on with their lives, but there was a air of gloom and doom. Things were going bad and they could see that even one of their saviors seemed helpless. But, the offered smiles, no matter how forced it was, was enough to at least reassure Nozomi.

"...we have to do something. But, what?" she muttered, musing. What did they miss? There had to be something they missed.

B) April 8 - Curti Center

"Wh... where is everyone?!" Nozomi uttered in surprise. She and her Moogle Koko came to see what was going on within the building they first arrived in, only to find it really empty.

"I think everyone home..." Koko said. "I don't blame them, kupo. It's a little worrisome what may happen."

"Well, we have to try something, right?" Nozomi said, wandering around. "Maybe we can find something... anything!"

"Oh, Nozomi..." Koko uttered, shaking her head before following after her partner. "At this point, I don't think we can do much."

C) April 9 - Sparks Golsaucia

"Hey! Hey, you!"

Nozomi had arrived at the Golsaucia, intending on finding something to take her mind off of everything going on, only to be stopped by a group of people, glaring at her.

"Me? What's wrong?" She asked.

"What's wrong? You know what's wrong!" a man said. "This is all your fault! You and the rest of those otherworlders!" Hearing this caused Nozomi's eyes to go wide. "Stop acting stupid, you bitch! You only came here to destroy our world! If you all weren't here, we'd still be alive!"

"W-W-Wait a minute!" Nozomi stammered. "That's not fair! We're trying our best; this isn't our fault, but we're trying to fix it!"

"Shut up!" a woman said. "You and your kind are nothing but a menace! You need to go away!"

"You must understa--!" Nozomi began to say before one threw a rock at her head, striking her and causing her to lose her glasses.

"Hit her again!" "Try to take her Asterisks!" "She needs to be used as an example!"

"Stop it... please!" Nozomi cried out. God, who could show up to save her?

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This had been happening more and more lately. Those that weren't simply boarding their windows and praying for the best, or simply drinking and waiting to see if they'd die were the ones who lashed out, demanding the lot of them do something.

The remainder...? Shitheads like these.

It was the roar of a beast that echoed over the square before the flash of a blade cleaved through a second stone hurled from whatever crowd had gathered to torment the girl. The figure was tall, fully equipped for some sort of monster attack, but there were flecks of... no, not blood, ketchup. Bits of trash. Seemed she wasn't the only one putting up with a bit of heckling today.

Rather than address the mob, he stooped without a word to gather up the glasses, his back turned to them. He gave them a brief inspection before handing them back.

"Stupid question... you okay?"

"Owow... y-yeah, I think so." Nozomi groaned. Accepting her glasses back, she slipped them back on before letting out a small gasp of shock. Okay, didn't expect someone else to get heckled like she had.

"...are you okay? You look a little worse than I am!"

Kanji thumbed his nose in reply. "Nothin' I didn't get some healthy doses of back home. Gimme a sec. Stay right there, got it?"

So they're throwing things, hitting and harming the Heroes now. That's just great. So it has been getting worse over time. But Kanji turned his back on Nozomi, forming a human wall.

"A'right, you bastards... you listen up, and you listen damn good! Bahamut was comin' whether we got here or not! But you all got lucky... you got us! We're here to stop Bahamut and any other threat that comes our way, and that's exactly what we're gonna do, got it?"

He turned his gaze, gray eyes steely.

"You wanna drum up a plan to stop Bahamut? Go right ahead. Nobody's stoppin' ya. But I'm gonna make somethin' crystal clear: This affects everybody, so this NEEDS everybody to get their shit together. So how about you all get to work and get your friends n' family safe like adults, instead of callin' a girl a bitch and throwin' rocks at her? I'm sure your Ma's real proud of that move."

He saw you, rock-tosser. That's a firm, unblinking stare their way.

"And she'll know. My moogle's got you all on film from a rooftop nearby. Do yourselves a favor and get the hell to your homes, your loved ones. You wanna help? Cool. Otherwise, we're gonna go on n' do our damn jobs already."

Nozomi blinked as she watched Kanji effectively shame the crowd into turning around and leaving. She couldn't help but be impressed - that was certainly something she couldn't muster up without help at all.

"Wow... that was amazing." she uttered. "I hope they do do something. At the very least stop harassing us." She sighed and shook her head. "Again, thanks for helping me out."

He sheathed the greatsword, and nodded to her. "No sweat. If they know what's good for 'em, they'd cut the shit and... y'know, that phrase: Be the change they wanna see, right?"

He shook his head and stepped away.

"Been cleaning up little mobs here n' there. Folks say I should be training, but I think I've trained enough. What matters now is shutting up the fuckers who wanna sow what the mastermind wants in the first place. They want 'em to hate us, and in turn make us doubt ourselves."

Looking over his shoulder, he gestured for her to follow.

"So all we gotta do is go 200% and kick Bahamut's ass, yeah? Lemme getcha a drink or somethin'."

“That sounds like a plan.” Nozomi said, nodding. “I do agree wholeheartedly about needing to give 200% or more over this.”

The door behind her opens and Corrin is there. "Hey, Nozomi." She says quietly as she closes the door and carefully sits down on the steps next to her. She's carrying two glasses of an iced tea she's come to enjoy in her time here, one of which she offers to Nozomi. "Here." The house seems dark and empty right now and she could really use the company.

Corrin looks out across the street and sees much the same thing Nozomi does. "It's getting bad out there." She observes.

“Oh. Thank you.” Nozomi said, taking the tea and letting Corrin sit by her. Taking a sip, she nodded at her observation.

“It really is. I hate it, really.”

Corrin nods. "I know what you mean." She says, continuing to watch the neighbourhood. "You know, we've lived here for a couple of months now but...I don't really know any of the other people who live here." She admits. She can see distressed people going trying to go about their lives, attempting to bury themselves in things they can control...and the glances towards their house. The Heroes of Light who live on their street. They're supposed to save the world, aren't they?

But how would they know? Aside from the occasional smile and exchanged hellos or good days, Corrin and Nozomi don't know these people. She can't put names to faces, certainly, even though she sees them out and about mostly every day.

Corrin gets an idea and looks back at Nozomi. "Maybe it's time we changed that." She suggests.

“That’s a good idea!” Nozomi said, nodding. “We’ve just kept to ourselves, tried not to get them worried about what’s coming that... we never got to know them.”

She smiled at Corrin. “Even if it’s just a little bit, let’s let them know we’re here.”

Corrin glances up at the sky. It's just gone noon, she thinks. If they got started now, it might be possible to be ready in time for dinner...and surely people didn't have much to do these days.

"Then I have an idea." She says, returning Nozomi's smile. "Let's invite the neighbourhood over for a little get-together. We can get some food and drinks together, make sure the people here know you, me, and all the other Heroes are going to make sure they're protected when Bahamut comes. And...try to get to know them, too. It'll help them imagine there's going to be life after this dragon." It might not seem like much, but it's what they can do, right now, and that matters.

Nozomi thought about it before she nodded. "I think that would be a good idea. Bring them to us." It'll certainly make things a little more whole.

Walking the beat has been rough these past few days. Tyzias couldn't say she was ill-suited for it anymore, though. Her months on Vaikuntha had turned her into more than a desk jockey, and Tyzias couldn't honestly say she liked the change. Being able to enact justice on her own terms was nice, true... but loath as she was to admit it she missed sitting down to read through ancient scrolls, the study grind, the platonic irritation of bickering with friends (Tagora and Tegiri were friends with her, now that she thought about it; it was a weird thing to process) over a piece of obscure legal text. Tyzias missed it all deeply.

But being a beat cop did have its perks. For instance, she could disperse a mob far easier when she had a badge on her belt. Before the angry mob can even register her presence, handcuffs are clicking around the wrists of the person who threw the first rock. "Break it up, people," she says, calm as can be. Icy waves of [Intimidation] roll off her and through the crowd. "Or I'm going to have to charge you with disturbing the peace."

“H-hey, what the...?!” The man shouted, shocked as he was easily cuffed. If he had any sort of retort, it faded as fast as the rest of the mob disappeared. Nozomi could hear everyone starting to leave and squinted a bit to see her savior.

“Ah, thanks. I... didn’t think things would get that bad.” She said, finding her glasses and slipping them on.

"Just doing my job, ma'am," Tyzias says as the cuffed man keeps shouting. She reads him his rights, then turns back to Nozomi. Things being as they are, there's a higher-than-decent chance that she'll get assaulted again if she walks off alone. And Tyzias's tolerance for bullshit of any kind was at a record low today. "Walk with me back to the station. Cops tend to scare these fuckers off."

“Alright. Hopefully it’ll be a quiet walk...” Nozomi said, adjusting her glasses as she did.

Tyzias begins marching the instigator down the street towards the (admittedly mostly abandoned) station. She was pretty much the only cop left on duty aside from Vimes, and she was pretty sure that they'd both be heading home early tomorrow anyways. But Tyzias couldn't blame the people who went home to their families, who flooded the bars to drown their sorrows, or any of the others who had vanished. These were probably the last days of Vaikuntha, after all.

She couldn't keep thinking about that, though. "Nozomi, right? Corrin's friend?"

"The same. You're one of Corrin's friends, too?" Nozomi said, blinking as Tyzias recognized her.

"Couldn't come to the hivewarming thing, but I've heard about you," she says by way of explanation. Being a cop and a student was hard. It was hard, and nobody understood, but Tyzias sure as hell wasn't complaining about it.

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