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farlaWord count is 6,710. Finally managed to catch up.
With luck, laptop power cord will be accessible Monday. (Stupid Christianity and their inability to recognize that God was talking about Saturday, stupid American culture and its weekly grinding halt that is not even placed correctly, I want my damn package!)
Also - It is so weird writing canon characters. I'm not sure if my Sora is too traumatized or not. (I'm writing on the idea that, while it's cool to watch someone hit heartless with the keyblade, it's really unpleasant to actually be the guy doing the hitting) Kimi is fun to write, though.
Sora didn't realize when it was over. He just stood there, looking around for the next ones, turning and feeling a sick certainty they were about to come at him from behind, could almost feel the frozen claws digging into his back, and he realized he was shaking, from fear or injury or exhaustion or just the cold misery the things oozed into the air.
"The game would have been so much better if the whole thing was like that!" Kimi enthused. "Awesome awesome awesome!" Sora barely heard her.
It took him a second to realized she'd walked over and grabbed his arm again. "We might as well go now. We've cleared this area." She didn't look like she'd even been scratched.
Numbly, Sora followed her out.
"Hm." She bit her lip thoughtfully. "How do you get to the boss fight…?"
Sora took out a potion and drank it. The liquid burned down his throat and then spread outward all at once, like a tuft of grass catching fire. His injuries flashed cold for a half instant, then burning hot. Then it, and his injuries, were gone.
"Right!" the girl said finally. "You've got to fight Leon!"
"I don't want to fight anyone," Sora said reflexively.
"Okay. Follow me." She started back toward the first district. Sora followed, bracing himself for more shadow monsters, but no more appeared. By the time they reached the doors, Sora was feeling slightly less nervous.
Kimi shoved the doors open and they stepped through.
Shadows appeared before them, sliding over the stones toward them as the monsters pulled themselves up, twitching and shuddering and leaping for them. Sora choked back a scream.
"Oh yeah…" Kimi said thoughtfully beside him. "Forgot about that…"
It wasn't so bad. Sora was tense when the last one vanished, but no more sprouted from the ground once it was over.
Any relief he felt vanished when he went down the steps and saw the square was empty. He thought of the man he'd seen fall and vanish, disappearing into the darkness. Had that happened to everyone…? And there were more shadow things before him.
He couldn't take any more. The shop was still lit, and Sora dived for the door, hoping it wouldn't be filled with another swarm of the black things. If you ever run into trouble, you come to me, Cid had said. Maybe he'd still be there, and know what to do.
"Wha-" Cid said as he tumbled in, followed by Kimi.
Sora looked about tensely, but after a few seconds, when nothing happened, he let out a relieved sigh.
"Hey, there's no save point here," Kimi said. "You can't heal – Well, I guess you have to anyway. Let's go back now!"
"But-"
"What's going on?" Cid asked. "Something happen?"
"There are – there are these monsters – they – like on the island –" Sora stammered.
"What? Stay here-"
"Vincent said you're a geezer," Kimi said scathingly. "And he was asleep for thirty years." She grabbed Sora and dragged him back through out doors.
"Who's Vincent?" Sora managed, not understanding anything that was happening.
"Hot."
Comment fast because I intend to post shortly and the window for editing is ever narrowing!
With luck, laptop power cord will be accessible Monday. (Stupid Christianity and their inability to recognize that God was talking about Saturday, stupid American culture and its weekly grinding halt that is not even placed correctly, I want my damn package!)
Also - It is so weird writing canon characters. I'm not sure if my Sora is too traumatized or not. (I'm writing on the idea that, while it's cool to watch someone hit heartless with the keyblade, it's really unpleasant to actually be the guy doing the hitting) Kimi is fun to write, though.
Sora didn't realize when it was over. He just stood there, looking around for the next ones, turning and feeling a sick certainty they were about to come at him from behind, could almost feel the frozen claws digging into his back, and he realized he was shaking, from fear or injury or exhaustion or just the cold misery the things oozed into the air.
"The game would have been so much better if the whole thing was like that!" Kimi enthused. "Awesome awesome awesome!" Sora barely heard her.
It took him a second to realized she'd walked over and grabbed his arm again. "We might as well go now. We've cleared this area." She didn't look like she'd even been scratched.
Numbly, Sora followed her out.
"Hm." She bit her lip thoughtfully. "How do you get to the boss fight…?"
Sora took out a potion and drank it. The liquid burned down his throat and then spread outward all at once, like a tuft of grass catching fire. His injuries flashed cold for a half instant, then burning hot. Then it, and his injuries, were gone.
"Right!" the girl said finally. "You've got to fight Leon!"
"I don't want to fight anyone," Sora said reflexively.
"Okay. Follow me." She started back toward the first district. Sora followed, bracing himself for more shadow monsters, but no more appeared. By the time they reached the doors, Sora was feeling slightly less nervous.
Kimi shoved the doors open and they stepped through.
Shadows appeared before them, sliding over the stones toward them as the monsters pulled themselves up, twitching and shuddering and leaping for them. Sora choked back a scream.
"Oh yeah…" Kimi said thoughtfully beside him. "Forgot about that…"
It wasn't so bad. Sora was tense when the last one vanished, but no more sprouted from the ground once it was over.
Any relief he felt vanished when he went down the steps and saw the square was empty. He thought of the man he'd seen fall and vanish, disappearing into the darkness. Had that happened to everyone…? And there were more shadow things before him.
He couldn't take any more. The shop was still lit, and Sora dived for the door, hoping it wouldn't be filled with another swarm of the black things. If you ever run into trouble, you come to me, Cid had said. Maybe he'd still be there, and know what to do.
"Wha-" Cid said as he tumbled in, followed by Kimi.
Sora looked about tensely, but after a few seconds, when nothing happened, he let out a relieved sigh.
"Hey, there's no save point here," Kimi said. "You can't heal – Well, I guess you have to anyway. Let's go back now!"
"But-"
"What's going on?" Cid asked. "Something happen?"
"There are – there are these monsters – they – like on the island –" Sora stammered.
"What? Stay here-"
"Vincent said you're a geezer," Kimi said scathingly. "And he was asleep for thirty years." She grabbed Sora and dragged him back through out doors.
"Who's Vincent?" Sora managed, not understanding anything that was happening.
"Hot."
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Date: 2007-11-05 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-06 06:37 am (UTC)I'd imagine that being forced to rush headlong into a series of neverending battles at the pace of someone who knows your future (but just wants to get to The Good Stuff) would turn most people Sora's age into a bundle of raw nerves.
Even Goofy and Donald would make better allies. Though I'm not entirely sure that I want to know what happened to them, if all Sora has is Kimi.
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Date: 2007-11-06 02:11 pm (UTC)Kimi, realizing that if she tells him everything she won't get to play the game, promptly claims that she doesn't know anything more. Sora, being a naive idiot, believes this.
Donald and Goofy show up shortly after and join the party, over Kimi's objections.