[iii.]
Who: OU Roxas; OPEN
What: Gathering food for the Christmas feast! Namely, killing a molepig. Feel free to come and make him question his views on the slaughter of things. 8(
Where: The Desert, but you can catch him on his way back to the Hub.
When: Backdated to the 25th; sometime in the morning.
Warnings: ... I-if you're squeamish against the idea of killing molepigs? There's mention of the attack, and of blood, but nothing gory.
It had been quick and easy; while Roxas may have been used to fighting against things that 'died' when they took a hit anywhere, and things that disappeared with one strike from a Keyblade, it was simple enough to figure out how to kill something that wasn't just darkness and hearts. He may not have had organs, but a blow to the head, he assumed, would work in any situation - so a strike to the spine and another with enough force to crack the skull took down the molepig without any kind of struggle.
It was taking it back to the Hub that was giving him difficulties.
In the end, he'd resorted to using his Organization coat as a sort of makeshift bag for the carcass, and he decided to alternate between carrying it slung over his shoulder and dragging it along the ground (because really, it was heavy, even with his strength, and the increase in temperature, however slight, was enough to make it stifling work). He didn't want to hold it in his arms, not only because it was awkward, but because the amount of blood trickling out his coat from the animal's head wound was unnerving him a little. Did normal things bleed like that...?
Did people bleed like that? (Then, it was another thing to do with the heart; another thing he'd never know.)
Still, it wasn't enough to faze him seriously, and he had no problems continuing to cart his bundle towards the Hub.
What: Gathering food for the Christmas feast! Namely, killing a molepig. Feel free to come and make him question his views on the slaughter of things. 8(
Where: The Desert, but you can catch him on his way back to the Hub.
When: Backdated to the 25th; sometime in the morning.
Warnings: ... I-if you're squeamish against the idea of killing molepigs? There's mention of the attack, and of blood, but nothing gory.
It had been quick and easy; while Roxas may have been used to fighting against things that 'died' when they took a hit anywhere, and things that disappeared with one strike from a Keyblade, it was simple enough to figure out how to kill something that wasn't just darkness and hearts. He may not have had organs, but a blow to the head, he assumed, would work in any situation - so a strike to the spine and another with enough force to crack the skull took down the molepig without any kind of struggle.
It was taking it back to the Hub that was giving him difficulties.
In the end, he'd resorted to using his Organization coat as a sort of makeshift bag for the carcass, and he decided to alternate between carrying it slung over his shoulder and dragging it along the ground (because really, it was heavy, even with his strength, and the increase in temperature, however slight, was enough to make it stifling work). He didn't want to hold it in his arms, not only because it was awkward, but because the amount of blood trickling out his coat from the animal's head wound was unnerving him a little. Did normal things bleed like that...?
Did people bleed like that? (Then, it was another thing to do with the heart; another thing he'd never know.)
Still, it wasn't enough to faze him seriously, and he had no problems continuing to cart his bundle towards the Hub.