What could have been just another, chaotic day in the wild city of Ergastulum soon turned into a confusing and chaotic day for Nicolas. The sounds of gunfire and police sirens rang through the air like any other day, while unfortunately not registering through the Twilight’s deaf ears. If today had been one of those “lucky” days, Nicolas might have even been able to see some more poor man shot dead by a local gang through the apartment window; this wasn’t one of those days. However, a new and confusing element presented itself to the jet black-haired man - a tall and mysterious pillar of light.
Its light giving off a luminous and enchanting glow even in broad daylight, the pillar shined like some sort of beacon. A beacon for what was a question of its own, however. Unfortunately for that mysterious light, the Twilight that caught sight of it wasn’t exactly the most curious individual around, and Nicolas simply found himself more puzzled rather than investigative. It didn’t help that this light just happened to originate from the same spot where a certain secretary used to commonly traverse back when she had a very different occupation.
That woman’s a bad luck charm, I keep tryin’ to tell you, Worick... Nicolas’ thoughts resonated in his mind as he relaxed himself in the apartment’s couch, kicking up his feet on the coffee table. A raspy-sounding sigh escaped his breath, and the Twilight spent a few moments mindlessly staring at the ceiling, his acute eyes occasionally wandering around before focusing back on the same spot on the ceiling. The apartment remained silent and empty, with Alex going out on a few errands and Worick being Worick with his wanderings around the crime-infested city. This unsettling silence, even for a deaf man, was starting to bother Nicolas. Sitting himself upright, the Twilight was tempted to take another glance at the strange pillar of light, but he was greeted with an even more confusing sight.
There was Worick, curious as ever, touching the light before disappearing with a sudden flash. His partner was gone as soon as he had spotted him, and Nicolas even had to rub his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. An immediate, protective twinge was felt in his mind, and the man nearly snarled as he stood himself up, grabbed his sword and the closest jacket that was hanging, and ran outside to the alleyway - the source of the light. The jacket had that heavy, familiar smell of tobacco that immediately labeled it as Worick’s. That fuckin’ idiot! Always getting himself in trouble, and then I’ve gotta go chasing after him! He’s a pain in my ass, is what he is!
Of course, Nicolas wasn’t exactly aware of how ironic his thoughts were, given the amount of trouble that he had recently caused for his partner, but that was not important at the moment. Standing just a few feet away from the pillar of light, Nicolas surveyed his surroundings and the strange phenomenon in front of him. However, unlike the more curious and calculating Worick, Nicolas decided to go for the more direct approach with the light and ran directly into it, clutching his sword’s scabbard tightly with his tags flaying about on his chest. His vision was soon overwhelmed by a light that could have blinded someone if stared at for too long before he was seen standing in an area that could only have been best described as “otherworldly”. Just a bit further into the distance stood Worick, who appeared to be marveling at the same, otherworldly sight before reacting in frustration.
Oh, you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me... He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration, knowing exactly what his partner’s frustration came from. Digging into the jacket’s pocket, Nicolas fished out a spare lighter and chucked it at his partner with a decent amount of force.
