You either die a hero [Open]
Characters: Sora, anyone (that means you too, non-KH characters)
Time: Late evening
Location: The alleys surrounding the Blackstone
Content: Someone or something let loose Sora's anti form, and he is now running lose in the city. Someone should probably catch him.
Format: Starting in prose
Warnings: Overwhelming references to hearts and darkness and the power of friendship and darkness and Nobodies and darkness
It had been waiting for a long time.
This place - it teemed with darkness, inky magic that stained everything it touched. Everywhere - it was everywhere. No matter where you looked. It was a cage too. All running and nothing else. One wrong look, one wrong move and suddenly... there it was. Lurking. Waiting. Wanting.
Sure, Sora may not have known. Sora was their lightbearer, the torch of cheer and hope. But even torches cast shadows. Feeding on fear. Doubt. Anger. And darker emotions still, turmoil in uncertainty. Bred from those new emotions towards the other boy and the girl, the princess. No, Sora may have been a light, but he was not without flaws.
She had seen that. Had whispered something, something that pushed Sora back. Finally.
It hissed, golden eyes burning bright in the shadows of the great hotel.
No. It would always be there.
Waiting.
Time: Late evening
Location: The alleys surrounding the Blackstone
Content: Someone or something let loose Sora's anti form, and he is now running lose in the city. Someone should probably catch him.
Format: Starting in prose
Warnings: Overwhelming references to hearts and darkness and the power of friendship and darkness and Nobodies and darkness
It had been waiting for a long time.
This place - it teemed with darkness, inky magic that stained everything it touched. Everywhere - it was everywhere. No matter where you looked. It was a cage too. All running and nothing else. One wrong look, one wrong move and suddenly... there it was. Lurking. Waiting. Wanting.
Sure, Sora may not have known. Sora was their lightbearer, the torch of cheer and hope. But even torches cast shadows. Feeding on fear. Doubt. Anger. And darker emotions still, turmoil in uncertainty. Bred from those new emotions towards the other boy and the girl, the princess. No, Sora may have been a light, but he was not without flaws.
She had seen that. Had whispered something, something that pushed Sora back. Finally.
It hissed, golden eyes burning bright in the shadows of the great hotel.
No. It would always be there.
Waiting.