┍━━━━━/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ ━━━━━┑ a ; t h e l a b ┕━━━━━(..)(..) ∫∫━━━━━┙
“No, no no… you’ve got to do it.. hey, come back here!” Sora huffed and settled his hands on his hips. He watched the grey cat saunter off as if the feline didn’t hear him whatsoever. Sora lowered his hands from his hips and wandered over toward the desk which had stacks and stacks of nonsensical paperwork. At least they didn’t make any sense to him.
He picked up the pink rock, it was small enough to enclose in his palm, but he fumbled with it between his fingers instead. Simba.. He thought for sure he could be of some use here with these cats—
well, maybe not in the way he had hoped. “Guess I can’t summon as a red mage.. hmm,” but it worked back home, he could use magic, weapons, and summons! He just wanted to give it a go. With recognition of defeat, for now, Sora pocketed his rock and stepped from the desk and back into the center of the room. His eyes scanned the room and counted about three less cats than he did before he focused on the grey cat.
“Alright,” Sora walked over to the closet and opened up the door. “So.. the printer is hungry, the cats are hungry, I’m hungry… we’re all a little hungry!” He snorted before he took a package of new paper to refill the printer.
The grey cat stepped over by him again and weaved between his legs, causing him to softly giggle. With a little help from the potions (thanks to the moogle who helped him out before) Sora was able to be around the abundance of cats without consequence. Well, that was unless they decided to beat him up.
Once the printer was fed, Sora focused on refilling the bowl of cat outside the door of the room. “Mew, mew, chew, chew, for you~you! Mew! Mew!” Sora gave the bag a gentle shake as he sang out to the cats. “Nom, noms, come get your nom noms!” Meanwhile, Nunumu was inside the room on the desk going through the papers and putting them in order. Apparently the moogle knew the pattern to the madness.
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Sora could definitely use some help here. The idea of creating a job intrigued him and he tried his best for learning the mechanics of how to do so, but using the computer and coming up with how to implement what he wanted to accomplish on the screen was something entirely challenging. He understood he could describe some of his powers and skills from back home to this whole concept but coming up with the right words and explanations seemed to be getting in his way.
“I mean, I guess it depends on the enemy but … there’s not any heartless here so exactly how am I meant to come up with something that would work here that worked back in my worlds..” He was more talking to himself, or Nunumu, who was currently reading a magazine.
Sora used his forefingers to push the keys one by one, painfully slowly, as he tried another description for his powers at home. “I mean, Red Mage is the closest that describes what I did.. power wise, but what about combat wise?” He twisted his lips and brought the bottom one in to clench between his teeth.
After another few minutes his typing ceased and he read aloud what he wrote. “The power to restore hearts to their original state prior damage…?” Sora groaned, this was tough! “Bah!” Sora hit the delete key rather animatedly.
“Alright, how about this? The ability to change one’s form to better suit the fight? You know, like …” Oh, right, Nunumu wasn’t there. Sora rolled his eyes. “Like Halloween Town me, Atlantica me… yeah, yeah!” He liked this better. “Alright, lets try this.” Tap, tap, tap—
tap.
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He wasn’t deemed strong enough to go too deep in the mine, but honestly he had to agree. Sora was still relatively new here and he hadn’t gotten himself a lot of exercise in the current jobs he has now so he’s not too skilled or powerful enough in them at the moment to really be convincing. He was, however, deemed worthy enough to be the watch out. So, here he was, near the mouth of the cave keeping an eye out for anything coming up for a small fray.
He was armed with his reaper and a red hat. He still adorned his red jumpsuit (though it’s a little tight) but still functioned as both something familiar and fashionably matched to his adorable new red hat. He felt like a proper red mage now.
Nunumu had a small hat of his own, perched on the right side of his large moogle head. It was tall with a wide white brim and red and white stripes up the top of it. Sora’s own hat looked like a cowboy’s hat, it was red with a white buckle just above the rim of it.
Sora | Kingdom Hearts | ota
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a ; t h e l a b
┕━━━━━(..)(..) ∫∫━━━━━┙
“No, no no… you’ve got to do it.. hey, come back here!” Sora huffed and settled his hands on his hips. He watched the grey cat saunter off as if the feline didn’t hear him whatsoever. Sora lowered his hands from his hips and wandered over toward the desk which had stacks and stacks of nonsensical paperwork. At least they didn’t make any sense to him.
He picked up the pink rock, it was small enough to enclose in his palm, but he fumbled with it between his fingers instead. Simba.. He thought for sure he could be of some use here with these cats—
well, maybe not in the way he had hoped. “Guess I can’t summon as a red mage.. hmm,” but it worked back home, he could use magic, weapons, and summons! He just wanted to give it a go. With recognition of defeat, for now, Sora pocketed his rock and stepped from the desk and back into the center of the room. His eyes scanned the room and counted about three less cats than he did before he focused on the grey cat.
“Alright,” Sora walked over to the closet and opened up the door. “So.. the printer is hungry, the cats are hungry, I’m hungry… we’re all a little hungry!” He snorted before he took a package of new paper to refill the printer.
The grey cat stepped over by him again and weaved between his legs, causing him to softly giggle. With a little help from the potions (thanks to the moogle who helped him out before) Sora was able to be around the abundance of cats without consequence. Well, that was unless they decided to beat him up.
Once the printer was fed, Sora focused on refilling the bowl of cat outside the door of the room. “Mew, mew, chew, chew, for you~you! Mew! Mew!” Sora gave the bag a gentle shake as he sang out to the cats. “Nom, noms, come get your nom noms!” Meanwhile, Nunumu was inside the room on the desk going through the papers and putting them in order. Apparently the moogle knew the pattern to the madness.
┍━━━━━♥♠♣♦━━━━━┑
b ; j o b d e v e l
┕━━━━━♥♠♣♦━━━━━┙
Sora could definitely use some help here. The idea of creating a job intrigued him and he tried his best for learning the mechanics of how to do so, but using the computer and coming up with how to implement what he wanted to accomplish on the screen was something entirely challenging. He understood he could describe some of his powers and skills from back home to this whole concept but coming up with the right words and explanations seemed to be getting in his way.
“I mean, I guess it depends on the enemy but … there’s not any heartless here so exactly how am I meant to come up with something that would work here that worked back in my worlds..” He was more talking to himself, or Nunumu, who was currently reading a magazine.
Sora used his forefingers to push the keys one by one, painfully slowly, as he tried another description for his powers at home. “I mean, Red Mage is the closest that describes what I did.. power wise, but what about combat wise?” He twisted his lips and brought the bottom one in to clench between his teeth.
After another few minutes his typing ceased and he read aloud what he wrote. “The power to restore hearts to their original state prior damage…?” Sora groaned, this was tough! “Bah!” Sora hit the delete key rather animatedly.
“Alright, how about this? The ability to change one’s form to better suit the fight? You know, like …” Oh, right, Nunumu wasn’t there. Sora rolled his eyes. “Like Halloween Town me, Atlantica me… yeah, yeah!” He liked this better. “Alright, lets try this.” Tap, tap, tap—
tap.
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c ; h e i g h - h o
┕━━━━━━━.⋅.⋅⋅.✧.⋅.⋅⋅.━━━━━━━┙
He wasn’t deemed strong enough to go too deep in the mine, but honestly he had to agree. Sora was still relatively new here and he hadn’t gotten himself a lot of exercise in the current jobs he has now so he’s not too skilled or powerful enough in them at the moment to really be convincing. He was, however, deemed worthy enough to be the watch out. So, here he was, near the mouth of the cave keeping an eye out for anything coming up for a small fray.
He was armed with his reaper and a red hat. He still adorned his red jumpsuit (though it’s a little tight) but still functioned as both something familiar and fashionably matched to his adorable new red hat. He felt like a proper red mage now.
Nunumu had a small hat of his own, perched on the right side of his large moogle head. It was tall with a wide white brim and red and white stripes up the top of it. Sora’s own hat looked like a cowboy’s hat, it was red with a white buckle just above the rim of it.