[Thread] - A-Hunting We Will Go
Characters: AU!Sora, AU!Usagi, AU!Kairi, AU!Dib, OU!Feather, and AU!Layla.
Where: Anywhere but the Plaza.
When: Early morning, the earliest you can get with the sun fully shining.
Summary: Sora's feeling a little peckish. To get rid of that, he goes hunting. More information in this OOC post.
Warnings: Metaphorical heart-snatching?
Notes: Please specify in comment subject where the encounter will be taking place. Thanks.
The sun was shining, the birds singing, the normally decrepit compound looked quite livable, and Sora hated it.
He hadn't been able to sleep last night. Hunger pangs of his Antiform had started to show and it wasn't really the best of experiences - he had spent the better part of the night curled up in his bed and trying to ignore it. He could not take any victims here, the cuffs saw to that. He was going out of his skull trying to think of alternatives and just before daybreak he came up with an alternative.
It wasn't possession per se, but rather...borrowing hearts. Creating Nobodies wasn't his job; he left that to Riku and his Heartless. And besides, it wasn't like anyone would die here. Could. Sora kicked a pebble in his path at the thought.
He turned into the Plaza and stopped dead; the other Sora's traces were still here and Antiform cringed. He retraced his steps, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling that accompanied going near someone so affiliated with the Light. And that Keyblade of his...He was the Keyblade Master, after all. Figures that in some alternate universe he'd end up like that. Tch, puppet.
Sora laced his hands behind his head and began walking again, an eye on the lookout for the distinct aura that strong hearts gave off.
Where: Anywhere but the Plaza.
When: Early morning, the earliest you can get with the sun fully shining.
Summary: Sora's feeling a little peckish. To get rid of that, he goes hunting. More information in this OOC post.
Warnings: Metaphorical heart-snatching?
Notes: Please specify in comment subject where the encounter will be taking place. Thanks.
The sun was shining, the birds singing, the normally decrepit compound looked quite livable, and Sora hated it.
He hadn't been able to sleep last night. Hunger pangs of his Antiform had started to show and it wasn't really the best of experiences - he had spent the better part of the night curled up in his bed and trying to ignore it. He could not take any victims here, the cuffs saw to that. He was going out of his skull trying to think of alternatives and just before daybreak he came up with an alternative.
It wasn't possession per se, but rather...borrowing hearts. Creating Nobodies wasn't his job; he left that to Riku and his Heartless. And besides, it wasn't like anyone would die here. Could. Sora kicked a pebble in his path at the thought.
He turned into the Plaza and stopped dead; the other Sora's traces were still here and Antiform cringed. He retraced his steps, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling that accompanied going near someone so affiliated with the Light. And that Keyblade of his...He was the Keyblade Master, after all. Figures that in some alternate universe he'd end up like that. Tch, puppet.
Sora laced his hands behind his head and began walking again, an eye on the lookout for the distinct aura that strong hearts gave off.