Something Wicked this Way comes [Complete]

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Character(s): Tod, Naminé, Kyo, Dipp, Kinoko
Content: After Sora and Riku leave, the remaining people in the room are left to figure out what to do.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Night? Evening?
Warnings: None yet.

It was always troubling to wake from a nightmare and find that it wasn't a nightmare at all; it was real. Naminé gasped for air when she heard the screams from below. "It can't be, not now," she whispered. She wrestled herself from the covers just as Sora and Riku left. She barely took any notice as she ran over the the window.

Whatever she might have said then got caught in her throat as she looked out. It didn't take her long to figure out where the screams had come from. There they were, prowling along the streets. The dusks.

She bit her lip and turned away from the window. she couldn't take it any longer. It was then she realised that Sora and Riku had left and it was now just her, Kyo, and the boy. They would probably be wondering what was going on right now, but she didn't know what to say to them. Instead she moved from her position at the window, going to sit on her bed once again. She covered her ears in a vain attempt to make the screams stop. What was she supposed to do now?

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Tod, somehow or another, had managed to stay fast asleep. Maybe it was a sign of the toll the last day or two had taken on the young fox. Jerked from one home to another, and then right off to the strangest yet. (Even if he had to admit, the humans being able to understand him was awful convienant.) The loss of Copper's friendship, the Widow, and now everything else he'd never known. A new body, new humans; he'd been starting to wonder if maybe Big Momma'd been right. Would any of this have happened in the first place if he'd just stayed home that night...?

It was only when a particularly loud scream echoed up from below that he shot up, still sensitive ears perked and eyes wide. "WHA-HUH?! What's -- " Showing every bit of his 'morning grace', Tod scrambled to get up only to crash to the floor in a panicked mess of pillows, sheets, and flailing furry limbs. (A guy could really get to hate mornings around here.)