*sigh* No replies to reviewers today. I appologize. Too. . . sleepy. . .
must. . . stay. . . awa -- *snore*
Disclaimer; Losers don't own nothin'. I discover my reason for poverty at last. -_-;
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Traverse Town Mayhem: Part Two
Duck-triplets, Moogles, and Weird Shopkeepers
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Sora sighed, easing the door to the item shop closed behind him. He stared blankly at the small glass container in his gloved hand, turning it over and over with thoughtful idleness, watching the emerald liquid inside swish around.
The three eerily identical ducklings inside the shop had reluctantly admitted to him that they didn't have a single bandage in the whole building, and apologetically suggested he try somewhere else.
So now, the absentminded teen stood, uncertainly glancing around the mostly empty district. As far as he could see, everyone had already gone back to their rooms for the night.
Sighing, Sora pouted, folding his arms disappointedly across his chest and scanning the area for any sign of life.
For what seemed like hours, the only thing that appeared to be moving in the entire District was Sora's cerulean eyes, and maybe a cluster of moths hovering around a strangely twisted lantern, fascinated by the blaze contained inside.
Then, suddenly, a tiny, rounded little white figure waddled into the pale yellow glow of the streetlamp, casting a vastly oversized shadow across the cobblestone street.
A joyous smile spread across Sora's face, all signs of hopelessness vanishing from his being.
"H-hey! Wait!"
Sora stumbled down the steps, practically tripping over his own feet in his rush. The creature paused, staring curiously at the crazed teen who was currently clomping his way awkwardly over to it, not knowing whether to be afraid or amused.
Sora, upon reaching the little creature, plunked hastily to his knees, clasping his hands tightly against his chest and putting on the most pathetically desperate face he could muster. The creature stifled a giggle. His "pleading" face rather reminded it of a constipated rabbit with eye problems.
This troubled teen began babbling incomprehensibly in a language the creature could barely even manage to translate when spoken slowly. Of course, it couldn't understand a word the youth was spitting out, for Sora was taking so rapidly, any normal person would've hyperventilated by that time.
So, the little white animal just watched, nodding knowingly from time to time as the strange human continued to sputter out something assumably being a story of his tribulation, all the while making wild gestures with his hands, his mouth moving so fast, it was almost a blur to the untrained eye.
The creature waited, patiently enduring the wacko's pathetic blabber, desperately hoping to be on its way again.
Suddenly, one of Sora's eccentric gesticulations swept a little too far, and one of his fingers lightly brushed a bright red orb growing out of the round creature's head.
It was then when the little animal let out a banshee-like shriek and leapt back, its beady, slanted eyes locked on Sora, burning with fierce hatred. Sora withdrew, trembling.
"I--" he started, but was immediately cut off by the animal's screeching voice.
"No touch my pom-pom, dammit! Why the hell does everyone wanna touch it?! Why, dear God, why?!?! It's mine! MINE, I TELL YOU!!! MIIIIIIIIIINNNNEE!!!"
The last scream echoed throughout the town's alleyways, shattering nearby windows and knocking over the poor people's unstable houses. Sora stayed, petrified with fear.
He creature stared long and hard at Sora, then, following the longest afterthought existing, added, "--kupo."
With a final nod of confidence, the little midgety thing turned on its heel, and waddled away.
Sora waited until it was far out of sight before rising from his kneeling position.
"Now THAT was scary. And it never even told me where to find some--"
"I think I have what you're looking for. . ." a silky voice whispered huskily.
"Huh?" Sora turned slowly.
A middle-aged man stood, poking his brunette head out of the Accessory Shop's door and smiling warmly at Sora. The Keyblade Master forced an awkward smile in return.
"Um. . . Okay!" Sora managed, hoping his cheerful voice covered up his nervousness. With that, he began clomping his way to the Accessory Shop. . . of DOOOOOOOOM!!!
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End part Two
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More latah. I need sleep. Sorry it's so short. I'm a lazy little Kiddy. x_x
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Disclaimer; Losers don't own nothin'. I discover my reason for poverty at last. -_-;
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Traverse Town Mayhem: Part Two
Duck-triplets, Moogles, and Weird Shopkeepers
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Sora sighed, easing the door to the item shop closed behind him. He stared blankly at the small glass container in his gloved hand, turning it over and over with thoughtful idleness, watching the emerald liquid inside swish around.
The three eerily identical ducklings inside the shop had reluctantly admitted to him that they didn't have a single bandage in the whole building, and apologetically suggested he try somewhere else.
So now, the absentminded teen stood, uncertainly glancing around the mostly empty district. As far as he could see, everyone had already gone back to their rooms for the night.
Sighing, Sora pouted, folding his arms disappointedly across his chest and scanning the area for any sign of life.
For what seemed like hours, the only thing that appeared to be moving in the entire District was Sora's cerulean eyes, and maybe a cluster of moths hovering around a strangely twisted lantern, fascinated by the blaze contained inside.
Then, suddenly, a tiny, rounded little white figure waddled into the pale yellow glow of the streetlamp, casting a vastly oversized shadow across the cobblestone street.
A joyous smile spread across Sora's face, all signs of hopelessness vanishing from his being.
"H-hey! Wait!"
Sora stumbled down the steps, practically tripping over his own feet in his rush. The creature paused, staring curiously at the crazed teen who was currently clomping his way awkwardly over to it, not knowing whether to be afraid or amused.
Sora, upon reaching the little creature, plunked hastily to his knees, clasping his hands tightly against his chest and putting on the most pathetically desperate face he could muster. The creature stifled a giggle. His "pleading" face rather reminded it of a constipated rabbit with eye problems.
This troubled teen began babbling incomprehensibly in a language the creature could barely even manage to translate when spoken slowly. Of course, it couldn't understand a word the youth was spitting out, for Sora was taking so rapidly, any normal person would've hyperventilated by that time.
So, the little white animal just watched, nodding knowingly from time to time as the strange human continued to sputter out something assumably being a story of his tribulation, all the while making wild gestures with his hands, his mouth moving so fast, it was almost a blur to the untrained eye.
The creature waited, patiently enduring the wacko's pathetic blabber, desperately hoping to be on its way again.
Suddenly, one of Sora's eccentric gesticulations swept a little too far, and one of his fingers lightly brushed a bright red orb growing out of the round creature's head.
It was then when the little animal let out a banshee-like shriek and leapt back, its beady, slanted eyes locked on Sora, burning with fierce hatred. Sora withdrew, trembling.
"I--" he started, but was immediately cut off by the animal's screeching voice.
"No touch my pom-pom, dammit! Why the hell does everyone wanna touch it?! Why, dear God, why?!?! It's mine! MINE, I TELL YOU!!! MIIIIIIIIIINNNNEE!!!"
The last scream echoed throughout the town's alleyways, shattering nearby windows and knocking over the poor people's unstable houses. Sora stayed, petrified with fear.
He creature stared long and hard at Sora, then, following the longest afterthought existing, added, "--kupo."
With a final nod of confidence, the little midgety thing turned on its heel, and waddled away.
Sora waited until it was far out of sight before rising from his kneeling position.
"Now THAT was scary. And it never even told me where to find some--"
"I think I have what you're looking for. . ." a silky voice whispered huskily.
"Huh?" Sora turned slowly.
A middle-aged man stood, poking his brunette head out of the Accessory Shop's door and smiling warmly at Sora. The Keyblade Master forced an awkward smile in return.
"Um. . . Okay!" Sora managed, hoping his cheerful voice covered up his nervousness. With that, he began clomping his way to the Accessory Shop. . . of DOOOOOOOOM!!!
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End part Two
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More latah. I need sleep. Sorry it's so short. I'm a lazy little Kiddy. x_x
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