Day One: Part 1

[Darth Vader]

Jon kept a steady, one handed grip on his weapon as he circled and loped around the mountains side. From a distance the mountain was quite clearly large, and up close the damned thing was even bigger. It was taking Snow a good five or ten minutes to walk around the entire mountain, and Jon wasn't entirely sure whether his journey was coming to more of a close or reaching an open beginning. The mountain was barely climbable from the heaps of rubble and sloping stoneways that stretched down from it, though Jon wasn't intent on reaching the top, or even to make his way up there at all for that matter. Stowing away at the mountains peak and going blind to the contest would do him few favours in the long run, he knew. He needed to explore and venture out more than anything right now, as dangerous and risky as his tactics seemed. Jon needed to know the grounds he treaded a lot better before more solid proof plans and tactics could be formed, and Snow couldn't forget that he was still alone and by himself out here. That was dangerous in itself. Finding Sasuke or even reconciling with Crona were much higher up on his own agenda, right now.

But the bastard had decided that he'd walked enough for one travelling; he concluded it'd be best to rest his legs a bit before carrying onward. He still had yet to see what was inside this big black duffel bag they'd told him to bring with him, as well...

He seated himself down upon one of the uneven slopes connecting with the mountains side, slugging the sack from his shoulders as he rested it upon his lap, being sure to fold his weapon back up and clip it at his belt just for safe-measures. Pinching the zipper between a finger and a thumb, he slid it open, the metals creating a ziiiip sound as they grinder against one another. Peering inside, he began to pull out what was stored within one by one.

Four meals-ready-to-eat, four bottles of water, a compass, a scrolled-up sheet of paper...

Jon was beginning to understand why the bag had been so heavy, now.

Jon spun and unloosened the cap from one of the bottles, bringing the see-through flask toward his lips as he took a minuscule sip. He only had a slight thirst to be quenched after all, and Jon knew saving a lot of this for later would be smart. Stowing the water bottles back away along with the MRE pouches, Jon only now held the compass and the scrolled sheet in his hands, glancing between the either of them curiously.

Pushing his unzipped back carefully to one side, Jon rose up for the slope, raising the compass up a bit higher as he took some steps in his planned course of travel. The red arrow in the centre springed to life, spinning itself until it pointed firmly toward the cardinal direction Snow was facing. Jon had been heading North, it appeared.

Finished with the compass, Jon reached down to shove it back into the duffel bag, reaching for the scrolled up sheet next. Gripping lightly at both ends of the paper, he slowly began to unravel it, holding it up straight in front of him. He held it tightly and firmly, not wanting the quiet and mellowing winds to blow the sheet away, or overly crease it.

Jon's brow slowly raised in surprise as he finished unfolding the paper. A map?! This'll be useful..

Spinning on his heel, Jon twisted around and moved back over to the slope where he'd been resting. Kneeling down before it, he spread the map out carefully across the stone working, hazel-orbs flashing over the diagrams as to pick out and pinpoint his current location. One finding it, he marked his positioning with a gloved finger. Mount Blair...

Jon stared down at the map as he figured on where to go next. And there were no shortage of options for him, either. A windmill was nestled not far away from the mountain, shrouded by rolling hills and fields. All he'd need to do is follow the lake until he reached it, so seeking it down would be no problem. Jon tapped his chin in thought, his gaze turning to an alternate location that was also not far out of reach. Dante Town.

Jon didn't doubt the place would be full of other combatants and contenders, but he also knew that with high risk sometimes came high reward. Perhaps Sasuke, or others such as King Gilgamesh or Crona were residing there as he pondered on it? It seemed like a long shot, and if he was wrong Snow knew he could very well be walking himself into his demise, but no other plan of action seemed as logical and made as much sense as the one his brain had just unearthed. He nodded faintly in acknowledgement to himself, starting to roll the map back into a scroll-like form once more, only to be cut off by the sound of an all too familiar voice; someone he'd heard and listened too a few more times than he would have liked too.

Karl Jak.

The flamboyant, pompous host of the Abyss was bringing forward an announcement of sorts. That a package was to be dropped off by the school, and it was supposed to bring some aid or relief.

But only one person would get that package, Jon knew, and he felt a tinge of anger at that fact, baring his teeth in response to Karl's echoing words.

Who the fuck did this man think he was?

Announcing it like that, it could only end in one result and one only; bloodshed, and so many lives wasted. And for what? To appease and entertain the so called "fans" who were probably all huddled around in the comforts of their homes watching each and every one of them go through hell and back.

Jon figured he finally got it, now. The Abyss... this place was Karl's domain, and belonged to none-other. He desired control and power, and THIS was his control and power. Forcing Primes into these fighting pits just with the stroke of a pen. He was no better than Omni in such a regard.

Jon sighed and shook his head. Justice would come for Jak soon enough, whether it would be him to deliver it upon him or someone else.

Someone will.

Jon proceeded to finish rolling his map back up into a smaller, thinner scroll, placing it back inside the black duffel bag. Zipping the sack shut, he heaved it back over his shoulders once more, making off for the path he had set ahead for himself. The road was still long, after all, and he still faced many, many terrors and nightmares with yet to come.