Some would come to think of it as a curse, the ability to obtain everything in life. The ability to bring forth any material thing from money to vehicles or even weapons. People would probably give their souls away to have such powers. Yet would they do so if they were to learn that they would never be able to experience happiness? Sure there are those small moments where some one is happy but eternal happiness will always evade you. The love of your life, ripped from your arms by death while there is nothing you can do. You can't bring her back, you can't make her whole ever again. Who's to say they're dead? What if they became lost? What if you could never bring them to your side? The heart wrenching feeling where it feels like nothing will bring you happiness. The thought of the very person you bonded with disappeared all together and you can never bring them back. That's how Jester feels or at least he will soon enough.

Jester found himself in France, a small village within this rather peaceful country where history is the most recurring theme. He doesn't even particularly remember how he got there. He remembered checking through the destruction in Tokyo while looking for his fiancee. He remembered sitting down to take a rest, he remembered a pain in his chest, he remembered light and then nothing. Next thing he knew, he was standing in this small village, his umbrella open over his head as rain poured down. It was as if the world had read his sadness and brought the rain. He knew everything wasn't a dream, his right arm still hurt and it still had the make shift brace. Yet he couldn't recall just how he had ended up in this strange location. Better yet, why was he here in the first place? It's like waking up in an unfamiliar world.

He had noticed, his emerald eyes had caught the glances of the people wandering the rain painted streets. His pointed ears had caught the whispers of the people pacing by. "Must be a street performer." "Did you see that? He appeared out of thin air." "He might be a demon, don't look at him." All these things caused a huge overload of confusion to bash at his brain. What were these people talking about? Where was he? Why was he here? All these questions where confusing the poor human who had been searching for the love of his life. "He looks like a clown with those pants." These words, they felt hurtful, as if he was some sort of object or being for others to judge and he definitely didn't like that. He slowly began to walk, people broke out of his way whether they were oncoming or even walking in front of him. People were avoiding him like the plague, but with his outfit and his features. Who wouldn't? Maybe there was some one here. Some one who could help him. Some one who could explain to him just what happened and what was wrong with him.

As the rain pours down Rapidly Shon Ben stands there with his umbrella watching the boy as he walks, the people part ways and whisper things. Rumours and thoughts that should be left unsaid.

Ben walks forwards moving the crowd to each side making way for himself. He stands infront of the boy and stops him by placing his right hand on the young boys shoulder. He then speaks out, his words being heard over the tapping of the rain as it falls ontop of the umbrellas and buildings all around.

"Excuse me... young man... I don't mean to disturb you but you are in the way of the crowd... and people are begining to shift rumours about you. How about I buy you a drink, you look like hell and look as if you need someone to talk to. Come I'll pay."

Ben said this with kind words of generocity, he could see from the boys face that he was having a rough day and since Ben was the type of person who would try and help others out. He began to do was was best and try and help this boy out.

Words from the various individuals which coated the streets went on deaf ears as Jester blocked out all outside noises by keeping to himself deep in his mind. Deep in thought, he questioned on how he would continue his life. He had just lost the one he loved who was surely gone with the others that had perished in the accident. He was alone, all alone in the world with only the gift of his loved one to keep him company. The very object being the one that defended him from the rain which seemed to reflect his mood at the current time. He felt like he was destroyed, he felt like he could never continue life but he continued walking. Call it a reflex, his legs tried to propel him forward into the future and away from the past. Yet it seemed the past was willing to keep in very good touch with him, along with the touch of some one placing their hand on his arm. Jester perked up slightly, his head turned to the right as his emerald eyes gazed at the man who touched his shoulder.

Instantly the outside noise returned to him, the sound once again returning to his ears as the man spoke. His words went in one ear but rather than go right out the other, Jester looked over his words. He mentioned people speaking rumors, he heard them already, but another part was about buying him a drink. The emerald eyes looked off to the side for a moment before they once again returned to the man who offered him a drink.

"I guess... I mean... I really don't have anything better too do." Jester said, his emerald eyes stared at the man before looking away once again. "Though... It's strange too be suddenly asked to have a drink by some one in a crowd. Most people introduce themselves first." Jester remarked, his emerald eyes looked back up to him as the umbrella which protected his head lowered slightly till his top hat touched the roof of the inside. "You're not planning to drug me or anything... Right?"

Shon Ben looked to the young boy with a light smile, he heard all he said and then said.

"Well... let's place it in this manor.. if I wanted to drug you I would've done it already. Come follow me, it's getting abit too chilly out here for my liking. I know a nice local bar upahead that sells the finest chicken soup around!"

Shon Ben then turns around holding onto his umbrella and begins to walk forwards pushing the crowd that are in his way gently to get past.

(Not sure if private or not but I thought I might as well jump in!)

Noct zipped up his $500 leather jacket and put on his helmet. He hopped on his bike and revved the engine a bit to see if the oil had frozen solid yet. Nope, still cookin'. He accelerated his motorcycle to 75mph+ speeds and sped down the highway, looking around the beautiful country of Europe.

While Noctis was busy breaking several traffic laws, his eyes trailed off onto a man he thought he had recognized. He had white hair and was wearing clothes straight out of the 17th century. Noctis, with nothing better to do, zipped his bike around and decided to follow the seemingly old man and see where he was headed. What else was he going to do in 15 degree weather?