011; [audio to video/action; Violet City]

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[instead of his usual video posts, Sora's turned on only audio this afternoon on account of his hands are full-- the 'gear must be attached to his belt or something, because his voice sounds kind of far off, and almost drowned out by the sound of him shifting around a huge box filled with bottles and trinkets and who knows what else in his arms. as

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[usedthrash]

[Guess who was distractedly walking by and somehow nearly stumbled into the fiery end of Charizard's tail. Ffffffffffffffffffffff. Just going to stand here frozen with fear for a second, don't mind me.]

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Donald! Get out of the way!

[from his world or not, Sora still sees him as one of his friends, so he's waving his arms frantically at Donald-- whoops, now the Charizard's craning his neck to stare at him. what will you do, Donald?]

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W... WAAAAAAAGH! [OH GOD RUN TO THE SIDE RUN TO THE SIDE.]

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[newhero]

[RUN FASTER, DONALD; THERE'S A FLAMETHROWER AIMED RIGHT FOR YOUR REAR.]

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[AND IT DOES INDEED SCRAPE HIS REAR, which at least manages to make him run faster. In his panic (obviously punctuated with unintelligible screaming), Donald sends out his Farfetch'd.

Said Farfetch'd looks disbelievingly between his trainer and the Charizard.]

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[newhero]

[I UNDERSTAND FRIED FARFETCH'D IS DELICIOUS-- I MEAN. Sora doesn't really have a Pokémon who could properly take Dartanian down, and without his Keyblade he's going to have to improvise. he charges at the enraged Charizard and lands a kick to his thigh, hoping to distract it from Donald and the Farfetch'd.]

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[And Donald can't help but to run back - followed by his frustrated Farfetch'd.] Hey, are you nuts?!

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I'm not gonna let it hurt anybody!

[he backpedals as Dartanian turns and stomps toward him-- Sora's gonna try to lead him out of town.]

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So you're just gonna let it hurt you?! [ADRENALINE RUSH TIME. Donald tugs at Dartanian's tail!

His Farfetch'd just facepalms.]

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[newhero]

Better than letting him burn the place dow-- Donald, what are you doing?!

[Sora's suddenly getting the feeling that this is very, very familiar. He runs out of the way of a Flamethrower and toward Donald, assuming a battle stance, even though he has no weapon. oh well.]

Hey! We can take him down together! Right?

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[usedthrash]

We--

[Donald tries his best battle stance (and his best grin), but honestly... he is clueless.] H-How?!

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No idea!

[that's not entirely true, actually-- Sora just functions by thinking on his feet. he crouches down like a runner anticipating the start of a race.]

-- I bet we could both knock him over! C'mon!

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[usedthrash]

[He continues to go with it, but he's starting to second-guess himself again, really.]

... Are you sure about this?

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Yeah! You can do this; you're Donald Duck!

[Dartanian is glaring at them menacingly, nostrils flaring.]

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[usedthrash]

... Yeah! Yeah! [ALRIGHT, HE IS SO FUCKING READY.]

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[newhero]

[AWRIGHT, BRING IT ON YOU CRAZY DRAGON.]

On the count of three, we tackle him, then! Ready?