[1st Night Fallen - Action]

[justabignobody]

[With the rise of the sun, some might notice a new message placed right in the middle of the notice board, carefully hand written and without any clue pointing towards any specific recipient or writer.

Those, who linger just might catch the attention of the cloaked figure, that hides itself within the shadows, waiting patiently for someone to

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[claim_my_place]

[Asch stands before the noticeboard, studying its most recent addition. It sounds something like a riddle - figurative rather than literal - or so Asch believes. Hearts, Keys, Dark.]

[Still, he gets the idea that the poster has some sort of idea. Some way to get out of this place if this "Key" is found. Maybe, anyway. Unfortunately, they haven't left any signs as to who they might be or where they might be found.]

[Asch re-reads the notice and frowns to himself. It could have been written by anyone.]

[darkestsomebody]

[Finally his words seem to have attracted someone, who gives them thought, someone who may understand just a little.

Someone useful, at last.

But the words are just part of the bait, he has to ensure that their reader is suited for his plans and unfortunately he no longer has pawns like Maleficent and her group of weaklings to do this kind of work for him.

Oh well, time to show himself them.

He floats out of the shadows, silently lingering midair behind Asch.]

[claim_my_place]

[Asch is still considering the notice when he catches something - some movement, some shadow, out of the corner of his eye. Not alone. Behind!]

[His first instinct is to reach for his sword, but he doesn't draw it from its sheath just yet. Instead, Asch half-turns to face the stranger. Seems like secret identities are gaining popularity these days, and Asch wonders briefly if this person's managed to make any sort of connection, and if not why they're here.]

...Looking for something?

[darkestsomebody]

[Hmm, a wary fellow, this one.

He is right to be of course, for all that Splendor claims itself a safe place, it hardly is and only a fool of a warrior would relax in the face of the unknown.

This mans voice is familiar though, Ansem thinks; Riku must have spoken with him before, though he can't seem quite to recall the occasion. It can't have been important then.

Even so, he decides to stay careful. It wouldn't do, to be discovered just yet.]

Indeed I do. I look for those with open mind, who are unafraid to free themselves from the chains this world imposed upon us.

[claim_my_place]

[The words are familiar and not so different from his own goals back on Auldrant. It's true that he wanted to free the world, and it's true that he now has a responsibility to revive that very same world. And to do that he'll have to get himself and the others out of this place.]

[Asch considers for a moment, shifting his weight so that he's standing face-to-hood with the stranger, watching him guardedly and without apparent fear.]

I'm listening. [He's offering an ear, but no promises.]

[darkestsomebody]

[An ear is all he needs, that of one with interest.

He nods slightly in acknowledgment before speaking up again.]

Very well. I do not supposed that you have ever heard of the Theory of Heart?