On the Eastern Coast the sun could be seen on the horizon. The sun began to merge with the sea, it was really a magical site. But then the glow from this site glowed onto a tall man in a black cloak. The man seemed to be looking out onto the sea as this happened. The mans hair was of medium lenght and its color was a light shade of pink, while his eyes were a deep blue color. The man was wearing all black.

His boots were black, his gloves were black, even the clothes under his large cloak were black. Still without a word the man stood there, thoughts of destruction and pure chaos flashing through his mind. This being wanted onlt to cause death upon others. Those who knew his had given his the nickname, or codename of The Gracefull Assassin. He had killed many people during his life... but it would not end there...

He was soon slowly brough out of his thoughts when he had heard something. Lucky for the being or animal he had heard, the man did not have his scythe with him. He then looked around for the source of the noice but did not find it. The Gracefull Assassin, or as his real name was, Marluxia soon went back into his own thoughts once more.

Who had stumbled within was Craft, a near polar opposite to Marluxia. She had just been granted a little shore leave, and was taking full advantage. She was dressed in a pair of rough, thick pants, and but a shirt of similar make. Laced through the pants was a multitude of tools, all for carpentry. She had been stumbling in the sand, a dreaded substance for a blind girl. Her eyes, concealed by the thick red cloth fixed on Marluxia. She emitted a slight click for an image better than the one given to her from the waves.

"Hello." The construct stated. She strode forwards, not trying to get a better look, but a better perception of him. Craft emitted yet another click, and examined his form. Clothing, gloves, odd hair, unarmed. Captain Flint had not given her any specific orders regarding strangers, so she would act on her own volition.

"I am Craft, and currently on shore leave while my ship restocks." Craft explained. Her voice was rather cheerful, although her words were not. She was unarmed as well. At least as long as Craft had enervation, she was deadly. It was just negative energy, and nothing had a resistance to negative energy, making it all the more effective.

Marluxia turned and seen a woman walking over to him. He soon turned back and look out to the sea once more but then heard her soft cheerful voice say "I am Craft, and currently on shore leave while my ship restocks." Marluxia then faced her once more and seen the cloth over her eyes.. so she was blind? He thought this was rather interesting. Then in reply to what craft had said Marluxia said to her "So your a pirate then... My name is... Marluxia." He didnt say anything else however and turned his attention once again back to the sea.

The waves slowly began to get more and more violent while the sky also began to turn somewhat black, It was going to rain, and hard. Seeing this Marluxia placed his hood over his head and tightened it. He then said to this Craft person "Its going to rain soon... just so you know, incase you need to cover up or need shelter." In all truth, Craft was the first person Marluxia had met outwith the guild he was now a part of.

His deep blue fell upon craft once more as he watched to see what she would do with what Marluxia had just said to her. This was all very new to him, not only had he met someone new... but for some reason Marluxia had not bought his Gracefell Death Scythe with him... then again it was being modified so in the end, he was still getting a better blade....

He assumed she was a pirate. The Lomedor Navy skittered about these coasts as well, and there were more Lomedor Navy ships than anyone else out here. So, his assumation that she was a pirate was not false, but easily proven false. She nodded slowly when he mentioned rain, although it didn't concern her. She wasn't human enough to get cold.

"Rain is of no matter to me." Craft stated simply. She glanced around the beach, and at the man who had just zipped up his hood. She assumed he was going to become cold, and she shifted slightly. Her blind eyes gazed at the ocean, the infinite beauty she would never see. A storm driven wave ran over her bare feet, and Craft turned her head to Marluxia.

"No, I'm not a pirate. I'm a carpenter for the Lomedor Navy." She explained. Her voice had no fluctuations to it's tone, so it was impossible to tell if the blind girl had lied. She placed her hands on the usual resting point of her blade and wondered who it was she spoke to. The wind whipped up momentarily, more signs of the incoming storm. Craft had no fear of a storm, unless she was out at sea.

Marluxia was now fully covered by his cloak as he heard this craft woman say "Rain is of no matter to me." Marluxia then let out a soft laugh ashe then said "Well I dont mind the rain, I just like to cover up when its on, and I usualy fully cover myself with my cloak, I dont like for people to see my face much...." Marluxia then looked back onto the sea and the waves began to become more rough, smashing against the rocks and the beach below.

The craft said to him "No, I'm not a pirate. I'm a carpenter for the Lomedor Navy." A small smirk then appeared upon his lips under the cloak. Marluxia loved the storms, and he was seeing that this was going to be a rather large storm. He smiled then and said "I am really sorry then... i should asked you, and not judged." Marluxia wished he had brough his Scythe with him hear as he could feel something dark in the distance, but his didnt know what it was.....

Craft glanced to the attempt at hiding his face. She didn't quite get it, he didn't look bad. And unless he was wanted for something, he didn't need to hide his identity. At the very least, he should hide it better than just a hood. Perhaps a mask? This time the water rushed past her feet, and up her legs. Her pants quickly found themselves damp, but the construct didn't care.

"You aren't anything unpleasant, why hide your face?" She inquired. The winds drove harder, sending her long hair across her own face, conceiling it. With it came the first large droplets, pelting the shoreline. With that, the world around her lit up as the noise made everything apparant to her in her range of perception. The pleasant scent of rain brushed her nose, and she smiled.

"Rain is pure, untainted, I love it so." She murmured.

With the rain slowly starting Marluxia heard Craft say "You aren't anything unpleasant, why hide your face?" the tall dark figure of Marluxia then said back to her "Im use to it. All my life i have been within darkness, and learned only chaos. Now I cover my face since most know me with my cloak up." He then looked towards Craft seeing her leg getting wet. Thats when she had said "Rain is pure, untainted, I love it so."

Marluxia soon replied to this by saying "I agree, It is one of the only pure things left within Arda. Of course, once this war is over, the world shall slowly regain its strenght and the pure things within shall return with time." His eyes then began to narrow as he looked out onto the sea. This was all getting out of hand. The darkness within everyones heart was being set free, the end of Arda was at hand. And Marluxia was now on the side of The Apocalypse Alliance so he was in some way helping the destruction....

Was this what the dark figure really wanted? He didnt know really, his thoughts had been so cloudy these days... Who knew what path he was meant to take, Most would say Marluxia should know, but he was unable to pick... If he was with The Apocalypse Alliance then after destroying all others he could work on bringing the pure things back. If he was fighting for himself then he would lose in the end... and then... the third choice. To try and fight on the side of light, this last thought however made him feel sick.

He then let out a small sigh as the rain beat down upon them harder. The droplets softly flowing down his long cloak and landing back upon the sand below his feet. This day was indeed beautiful.