modern day marvel

“Yusnaan….

's just one big tourist attraction.”

Emerald oculus surveyed it’s surroundings, taking in everything before deciding on the direction in which she would head. Open toed sandal like boots stepped off the train, the bright sun reflecting on her tanned skin, making her look foreign and also radiant in the light. Her lip twitched slightly at the annoyance of noise that surrounded the station. True, it was very populated here and the aura was much more pleasant to that back in Luxerion, barely a good welcome was given to either of them. It was only when they noticed Vanille and her ability to contact the souls deep within the cathedral that they suddenly treated her like a god. It all seemed too dirty for her liking, something like that wasn’t going to be easy on either her nor Vanille. It was going to kill her. When she heard word about what the SoulSong entailed, the huntress set off in search of an item that might in fact save her friend. With no clue around these lands, she simply took a step back and listened to locals talk about town. 

It appeared many would speak highly of this ‘Yusnaan’, a place for tourists, friends and family to come together to celebrate on a regular basis. The centre of attention? The Patron’s home. It was within those boundaries that a ceremony would take place, extravagant fireworks and a show to wow the masses, many travelling far and wide to witness such a fine art. Fang only gathered this information from hagglers of which needed paying for information that would barely fit the bill. Still, she had no time to waste to beat more words out of them, for she was her on purpose. She knew deep within the palace walls, she would find her friend whom of which she hadn’t seen for many years. Surely he would remember her? So much had changed since they last reconvened. Last she remembered, he was the hero who in fact put everyone - especially Serah - before himself. The guilt he took from letting Hope’s mother slip betwixt his grasp was something that even to the day they parted, she knew he deeply regretted. With that thought in mind, she would head towards the palace with the hope that she could get through the gates with little fuss.

Many would offer her substantial items, like tickets to the exclusive show from a different view - for those not upper class to be in with a chance. Naturally she assumed she would be on the V.I.P list, but Fang clearly hadn’t realized how time had changed and adapted - as if she could just walk through the gates and announce her arrival. Snow may call the shots around here, but she could bet he’d have a hefty guard system in place, letting only close associates through. Generally the business type. A woman who was dressed more like a rogue warrior than a client or a lawyer, surely wouldn’t pass, but this didn’t knock her for even a moment.

"Look, you go in there and tell y’ boss It’s Fang. He’ll let me in right away —" And just as she thought but was hoping not to expect, she was refused entry on the door. A woman who looked like a Chocobo wannabe was telling her the strict rules of the area.

“I don’t care if he’s a busy man, I haven’t seen him in years, and I’m here on important business. Look lady, let me in, and I won’t hafta hurt you." And she raised her lance, gesturing that she wouldn’t fear in doing such a thing. But, unlike Oerba, this place had top security, and guards were called shortly after. Tutting to herself, the huntress would protest and wait for someone else to pass through the gates, continuing to protest to the female that she was indeed the most important person there. Someone who was there to see snow as a friend and to help him with whatever stress a Patron may have.. especially how he must be coping without Serah being around.

As soon as someone passed through, the huntress turned on her heel and made a run for it, charging past many guards who attempted to stop her, letting off all sorts of sirens and warnings. Agile as always, the female managed to pass them with ease, though found herself easily out of breath. When was the last time she took part in an intense fist fight? Years, and she was clearly out of shape. But she wouldn’t stop, she would never stop, not until she found her friend. Only would she stop running when she assumed herself safe. Even then the quietness would put her on edge. With her lance held out in front, she sensed something off with the atmosphere almost instantly. Dark.

Chaos.

If Snow was living betwixt the tendrils of the darkness that could consume a human whole and turn them into something much worse than your average fiend, then perhaps it was fate that she was here to help her friend. She remembered vaguely how many would comment around Yusnaan, not one of them had seen the Patron for some time. This sounded unfamiliar, the hero was always one to absorb attention - in a somewhat egotistical way, but only when it was well deserved. To run a place like this, and a palace so exquisite, it was hard to imagine him shying away from attention.

Unless you counted him, that is. 

Even his guards would show concern for him these days. He'd casually brush them off with a fake smile and a wave as he stayed in this prison he called a castle. Snow wasn't much for locking himself away in the past but times had changed and he both wanted and needed to do this. It was his last shot at being a useful human being. 

Sometimes he'd think about how he was before. Foolishly calling himself a hero when he couldn't even protect the one person who mattered more than anyone. When Noel came to him with the news, he was distraught for weeks but he couldn't let that show. Him, Noel, and Hope had decided to band together and take on the chaos that was left in this world. Thinking about it now made him disgusted at just how naive that undertaking was. 

"Humanity's hope my ass. Humanity isn't even a thing now." 

His thoughts were interrupted by the echoes of a fight coming from the halls. Someone had broken into the castle. What a pain in the ass. Why would anybody with half a brain even try to navigate this darkness? He wasn't in the mood for fighting anybody but if this person wouldn't leave after he asked them to, he wouldn't have much of a choice except to remove them by force.

"Whoever you are, you need to get outta here RIGHT NOW! I'm not messin' around."