Sora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
keychained) wrote2010-11-30 01:45 pm
keychained) wrote2010-11-30 01:45 pm
Entry tags:
- +action,
- +bell the togepi,
- +goldenrod,
- +hayate,
- +hope,
- +kaito,
- +leon,
- +merlin,
- +mr phoenix,
- +riku,
- +rise,
- +sonic,
- +text,
- +ven,
- +yuffie,
- gdi vanitas,
- i miss cura,
- i need an antidote,
- it will not br-- it broke,
- let's have a chat with my fists,
- messages in a bottle,
- resting point,
- sora is not good with computer,
- sora you can't fight buildings until kh2
015; [text/action for goldenrod pokécenter]
[there are a few unusual things about this here transmission: first, Sora's sending out a few text messages. they're... not exactly his first choice for communicating; he prefers being able to see someone's face when he's talking to them. that and he's painfully slow with hunting and pecking on a keyboard. he's got a good reason for going the text route today, though.]
Is everybody okay? I know all kinds of weird stuff's happened, and I want to make sure nobody's hurt.
[-- and unusual thing number two. though Sora is not much of a typist, he does at least try to make his texts grammatically correct. oh screw it, typing with one hand is annoying.]
let me know soon. also if you guys have any empty bottles hang on to them. or give them to me and i'll hold them for you. ive got an idea
if you find my stuff please be careful with dartanian
[shortly after mashing the "send" button, Sora tosses his 'gear in front of him on the bed and sighs. tries to sigh. Bell waddles over to to where the 'gear hit the covers and turns it over and over with her tiny arm stubs, prii'ing happily to herself. feel free to make a video call, though you may be chatting with a Togepi at first.]
[if you happen to enter the pokécenter in Goldenrod, you might hear Sora arguing feebly with a nurse and basically being the worst patient ever.]
Is everybody okay? I know all kinds of weird stuff's happened, and I want to make sure nobody's hurt.
[-- and unusual thing number two. though Sora is not much of a typist, he does at least try to make his texts grammatically correct. oh screw it, typing with one hand is annoying.]
let me know soon. also if you guys have any empty bottles hang on to them. or give them to me and i'll hold them for you. ive got an idea
if you find my stuff please be careful with dartanian
[shortly after mashing the "send" button, Sora tosses his 'gear in front of him on the bed and sighs. tries to sigh. Bell waddles over to to where the 'gear hit the covers and turns it over and over with her tiny arm stubs, prii'ing happily to herself. feel free to make a video call, though you may be chatting with a Togepi at first.]
[if you happen to enter the pokécenter in Goldenrod, you might hear Sora arguing feebly with a nurse and basically being the worst patient ever.]
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Sora?
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[this fugitive patient who was lurching toward the exit is now tilting his head up slightly to look at the nurse who is about the size of a truck. Nurse Tank has his arms crossed, and is giving Sora a look of disapproval that is probably powerful enough to shrink a shota a good five inches.]
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You're not being a good patient, are you Sora?
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[NO CAN DO, SON. Sora's going to shrink into nothing at this rate.]
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[Sora deflates completely under the force of reason, and pouts fiercely.]
... Not even some fresh air?
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[he's given up trying to escape, Nurse Tank, please go away-- Sora puts a hand on the nearby wall to steady himself.]
You woke up here too, huh Hope?
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[Sits on one of the couches.]
Things have been weird these past few days, huh?
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[he makes his way on over, slowly lowering himself down on the couch next to Hope.]
Weird hardly even begins to cover it, I think. Did you have any dreams?
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You don't sleepwalk, do you?
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I've only ever done that once, and I was really little. You don't either, right?
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Not that I can remember... Nothing's missing from my stuff either. So the questions are: how did we get here, and what happened in those past three days.
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[It's the only thing he can think of.]
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Aren't you forgetting some people?
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[... sighs. ow. as satisfying as it was to punch Vanitas, he's still trying to bank on the idea of that being a dream.]
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Was it him?
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... If someone really did wipe our memories, and the dreams are related to that, then... I'm more confused than ever.
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