[b]The Silver Chocobo - Time: Unimportant[/b]

The Silver Chocobo, an otherwise typical kind of bar and diner. Well, it [i]would[/i] be typical, if not for the fact that it was located on a small moon of sorts. Who actually managed to build it there was something of an urban legend. It's just sort of always been there, attracting travelers from several different worlds and walks of life. It was strange, but for the enigmatic Seth, it was closest thing he had to a home.

No no, Seth didn't own place. Heck, he didn't even work there. But he passed through all the time, stopping in for a drink or for a bite. The owner knew him, so did some of the more regular patrons. Speaking of the owner, he was a Moogle named Montblanc. In fact, Montblanc - or Monty, as he was usually called - was pretty much the only Moogle in the multiverse that wasn't intimidated somehow by Seth. Being a bartender, Monty had simply dealt with patrons of all kind, so Seth could very well have been tame by comparison.

Speaking of Seth, he sat at a corner table, his usual spot. He had a plate of fries sitting near him and a glass of... well, Monty called it Gyshal Tea. Supposedly it was made from a plant called a Gyshal Green, though Seth had never seen one before. Anyway, he was snacking away on his fries, his feet even propped up on the chair next to his. Yep, he definitely looked like he was at home here. At that moment, though, another Moogle entered the bar and - after looking around for a moment - walked up to Seth and nervously slid a letter onto his table, then turned around and timidly left before Seth could question him.

"Huh, you'd think they would get more comfortable around me after a long enough time. Guess not." he chuckled, snatching up the letter and skimming over its contents with a bored expression on his face, "Palace of... what? Black-in-ray? Rye? Oh well, hey Monty! You ever hear of a 'Renovation'?"

"Eh?" Monty replied, looking up from a glass he was cleaning, "Sure, sounds kinda familiar. I'd be careful if you're planning to go there, though. Way I understand it, a guy with your... background... might not be welcomed very warmly."

Seth wolfed down his fries and chugged the rest of his tea. With a shrug, he stood up, "Well, someone's bound to welcome me. This letter is inviting me to the Palace there." with complete nonchalance, Seth reached out a hand. When he did, a Corridor of Darkness opened up before him, "See ya soon, Monty!" then, with both hands stuffed firmly in his pockets and with his usual lazy posture, Seth stepped through.

"Hey! You forgot to pay your tab again!" Monty tried to call out, but it was too late. Seth was already gone.

[b]Renovation - Palace of Blachrenae[/b]

A safe distance away from the Palace Gates, there opened a Corridor of Darkness. A hooded Seth stepped out from it, hands still in his pockets and shoulders slouched with boredom. One of the first things he saw was the armed camp seemingly waiting outside of the Palace. This made Seth grin with amusement.

"Wow... is this my welcoming party?" he mused, chuckling to himself. It was almost flattering to think that whoever his host was, they apparently felt the need to up their security this much with him around. Not that he blamed them, people tended to not like having Seth around, either distrusting him or they just outright felt threatened by him. He could never figure out why, though. Seth always made sure to put on his friendliest grin around people, surely he wasn't [i]that[/i] obvious... right?

Wanting to feel the breeze on his face, Seth pulled back his hood. His short, silvery-white hair blew in the breeze, and his amber eyes were now in full view. He wasn't alone for long, another Corridor opened nearby, and three individuals emerged from it. One of them was dressed exactly like Seth, and he immediately knew that it was a Nobody. Let's just say Seth had a way of knowing. The other two, he knew nothing about. One was a girl, looked a couple years younger than himself. The other looked, not as young, but his age wasn't immediately apparent. Neither of them wore protective coats by the looks of it, so they were more than likely human. All three of them were Keyblade Wielders. Again, Seth simply had a way of knowing.

"Huh. One of these things is most definitely [i]not[/i] like the others..." he muttered, maintaining his friendly grin even as the Nobody among the trio spoke and began to lead them toward the Palace.

"Uh... mind if I ask ya something?" Seth addressed Tocsax, "Just wondering how exactly ya found me. I'm not exactly easy to reach, y'know?"