Day Two

[Darth Vader]

Jon grunted in surprise as he tumbled and skittered across the soil, the sudden change of incline of the ground beneath him sweeping him from his feet. He rolled for a few moments before he pulled himself back to his feet, keeping the bow slugged under his arm as he rose to a standing position.

Hazel orbs swept around, first directing upward toward the vast, changing sky. An orange hue had dotted the horizons and flared the clouds above him. The tide of evening had struck. The bastard took a deep breath as his eyes looked about for any sign of movement or life. But... nothing.

He was... alone?

What had happened back there? King Gilgamesh, himself and Victor had all made the joint decision to head for the package that was being dropped off, with the well-muscled, behemoth of a man who'd saved the trio back atop the mountain choosing to tag along with them. Whether for mutual benefit or for his own gain, Jon Snow didn't dare to inquire. As they travelled, though, they soon crossed paths with a familiar face who desired the very same; a face that was familiar to Jon, at least. Sasuke Uchicha, the blue-dressed shinobi Jon had met and been forced with all those days ago in the Nexus. Snow couldn't help but feel it was more Sasuke's fault than his own he was here in the Abyss, but he shelved that thought at the back of his mind as their two groups parleyed. The ninja-boy had made fast friends and connections with others, and was joined with some loud-mouthed turtle creature, a scarred guy in rags and some madman dressed all in red. With their connections in mind though, and the King using his typical guile to win them over, four soon became eight, and their objective was set; retrieve the "furbie" and let nobody else that wasn't them lay a hand upon it.

There was opposition, though, as they expected. Perhaps the weirdest and most alien creatures Jon had seen... some tiny snake child creature, a small pink-haired child who lacked a worrying amount of emotion, some teenager in a straw hat, and a auburn-haired man who looked all too familiar for Jon's liking and tastes. Gildarts.

Jon wasn't sure whether the sorcerer saw him, but he didn't get a chance to call out and keep their two groups from clawing into one another. Before he knew it, full of battle broke out, and Jon was given little time to protest as the pink-haired child came running at him with some sort of shield. The bastard was able to fend her off well enough, though she'd manage to latch onto him with her inhuman tentacles and take a good chomp right out of his head. Gilgamesh was able to save him before she was able to tear any flesh away, though her teeth had left a bit of a marking at the top of his forehead, one that blood still trickled from now.

And then, with a flash of light and a still beep, Jon was whisked away almost through thin air, and now... here he stood.

But where was here? Where was Sasuke and his lot? Where was the King? Where were his allies?

"Your grace...?" Snow called out for the King, but no answer came. "Victor? Sasuke?!" Jon persisted in calling out the names. A breath of hopelessness escaped him as still, no voice called back.

A huff of pessimism escaped Snow's breath. He truly was alone, yet again.

He trudged forward with ample caution, keeping his bow unfolded and tucked under his arm, just in case. He pinned his gaze straight ahead. A dense forest.

More forest? the bastard rolled his eyes. But it was still scarcely day out, and even all in black he still felt quite naked and visible. He made steady pace for the trees ahead, vanishing off into the woodlands.

Jon had no idea whether Gilgamesh, Sasuke or even Victor were still out there, but it looked like he'd be finding his own way, now.