A Stranger from a Lost World - [Open] - [Darts]

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It had been a while since the leather boots of the Delivery Boy last walked upon this world. The world known ad Twilight Town, the city itself in particular, was still laying in ruins after the battle that had erupted here a few weeks ago. Sephiroth and some of his comrades of the Darkness had led an attack here and Cloud and Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, had arrived in time to meet them in battle before the entire town could have been over run and it's populace slaughtered. Sadly though they were no match for the force that opposed them and the sight they now lay before the blonde-haired man was the result of his failures. Leather gloves clenched around tight fists as the young man's glowing eyes looked about the scene surrounding him. It wasn't as bad as it had been, for there were a large number of civilians working hard to rebuild the town to how it originally was. They had made good progress to be honest, but there was so much more work to be done. Having failed to protect this town and gone chasing Sephiroth over staying behind to help rebuild, Cloud finally decided it was time to come back to this world and lend a hand wherever he could.

Walking forth down the main street away from the station, the Tram Square up ahead, Cloud glanced to his right and took note of an elderly woman trying to shift some bags of supplies off the street, into her home. The front wall of her home had recently been rebuilt by the brickwork had yet to be painted over, so it was clear to see what damage had been caused. A frown spread across the Delivery Boy's lips as he stopped moving and changed direction, heading towards the woman and speaking out to her.
”Hey, do you need a hand?”
Cloud asked, his voice soft and caring. The elderly woman paused her struggle and glanced over her shoulder, revealing to Cloud the sweat that had formed on her wrinkled forehead. She smiled a second later though and brought her hands behind her back as she leaned forth gave out a small chuckle.
”Oh, thank you son. These are slightly too heavy for me... Just bring them inside and place them on the table. I can manage from there.”
The fake-SOLDIER nodded his head and crouched down to gather up the bags within his hands, lifting the lot with relative ease.

”My, you're pretty strong son.”
There wasn't hardly any weight to the bags, either due to Cloud actually being fairly strong or perhaps due to the elderly woman's strength was failing her in her old age. Regardless, the chocobo-haired youth just nodded his head and thanked the woman as she opened the door to her home. After plonking the bags down on the table for her as asked, the Delivery Boy returned outside and continued on his way down the street, heading for Tram Common once more.
Thinking back... Sephiroth wasn't at Tram Common when he fought us...
The member of AVALANCHE thought as he glanced towards a signpost standing tall at the corner of the street. Directions for the station, Tram Common and the Sandlot were pointing in different directions and only upon seeing the word 'Sandlot', did Cloud remember that that was were the main part of the fight took place. Changing direction once more, the SOLDIER First Class made his way down a side alley towards the Sandlot, emerging in a wide open area with a large square sandpit in the centre of the square. A display board with names written in chalk was nearby besides a weapons rack holding foam padded swords. A frown once more spread across Cloud's face as his mako-infused eyes scanned the damage caused to the area.

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WHAT DOES LIGHT DO BUT DISCRIMINATE AGAINST THE DARK?

The area Darts had found himself in was different to say the least. Having never left Neero Town, every image was in fact a new one. From the laughter of children to the reminiscing of the elderly, this town was radiating with happiness. What Darts was here for wasn't exactly clear to him. With a bit of force, one the of the hyperactive children collided with Darts while running. The collision staggered Darts having not expected it but because of his reaction time, the child's feet left the ground and he landed back down with a thud. The child stood back up with a groan and proceeded to apologize but the look on Darts' face was anything but an understanding one. With a look of terror, the kid blurted out "Sorry" and ran off without another word.

Continuing his stroll through this mysterious location, Darts wondered how much tourist attraction this place held. It seemed homely but not so inviting to strangers. Finally deciding that it would be best to move elsewhere in this town, he began to search for the Tram but had no clue where to look. Coming to a sign with posts pointing in different locations, Darts' read the different locations aloud without realizing it. "Station Plaza, Tram Common, and Sandlot." He pondered the different choices. "Well I didn't realize there was a Sandlot. Might as well check it out before I head to the station." Following the direction that the sign led him in, Darts' entered the town's Sandlot. The path was blocked by a stranger with spiked blonde hair that seemed to be gazing about the area. Looking around the stranger, he took in the condition of the town's Sandlot. It was in poor condition, though it didn't seem to be from the wear and tear of time. It seemed almost newly inflicted. "What in the world happened here?" Darts spoke aloud by accident yet again.

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