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BUCK BUCKBUCKBUCKBUCK!

Characters: Vanitas, ~~CHICKENS~~, cuccos, and anyone stupid enough to get in the way
Setting: Everywhere. Just, everywhere
Format: Whatever's good
Summary: IT'S A GOOD DAY TO DIE. After a little fowl play, of course
Warnings: ~~Chickens~~ cuccos. Chicken jokes. Zelda jokes. And death.

[Coming back to the tower after so long alone in the wastelands of what had been his-- place of existence, was unsettling to a level Vanitas hadn't expected. The flares of negativity were like sirens going off in his heart, head whipping this way and that, struggling to gauge the distance and depth of each one from his current location.]

[The tower was too loud, with no reprieve since he couldn't just up and leave, couldn't roam. It actually felt stifling.]

[Added to the stupid music that gets caught up in his head, probably from one of the ocarina playing brats filling up the joint, Vanitas is in a bad mood.]

[So he kicks the first living thing he comes across.]

[Which happens to look like an uguu-animu styled chicken.]

[Several explosions later, and Vanitas had given up on just blowing the damn things sky high. Evasive action was necessary,because he totally wasn't running away from a flock of chickens.]

[Even if, ducking through a doorway and slamming the heavy wood shut behind him, every little peck against the wood was like the crowing of his inevitable doom.]

[.....This is pathetiOH GOD THE DOOR RUN FUCKING RUN]

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[ Boy, Vanitas. Isn't today your best day ever in the tower?

No?

Well, it's just going to get better, 'cause the room you picked is decidedly where this Vanitas is.

Either today is duplicate day or he looks just like you, only with a white bodysuit and the Unversed symbol on his helmet. He turns around and smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Having problems, I take it?

[Any other day, any other, and he would probably bother to act at least remotely surprised that there's another duplicate running around this place.]

[Any other, but right now he's too busy grabbing a chair and flinging it at the first chicken to bust through the door THESE THINGS WON'T JUST DIE WHAT THE F--]

I don't have time for you.

[Later, foo'! Just in case you think you're in the clear, there's a ~~chicken~~ cucco heading your way.]

Sure you don't.

[ He'll make the most dramatic sigh in the history of ever and shake his head. ]

Do I have to do everything around here? Tsk tsk.

[ His keyblade is summoned to his side and he aims a darkness-based Firaga spell at the crowd. ]

[Yeah you're sighing now, man.]

[But for every chicken he roasts, about five more take it's place. The room is filling up fairly fast.]

You really think I didn't try that?

[He's not that stupid, honest! Just-- annoyed, definitely. Annoyed and a little frantic, pulling a draw from one of the study desks and using that to smack one of those creatures away.]

[Scary thing? The wood breaks.]

[ Well, fuck. He's just going to stare and wonder what the hell his other self did to piss these guys off. You're bad at this game. ]

I don't have high expectations with the tower as a whole.

[ He's a little irritated with being here so long, though. So, he'll just watch the pathetic attempt before firing off a Dark Thundaga. Handy, isn't it?

And, hey, there's at least food coming from this - albeit charred and blackened to hell. ]

[It was just a kick. You'd think animals would be used to that kind of abuse. That aside, he starting to get pissed off-- at this other selves' innate lack of physical action. It's like he's acting just to show off-- or show him up, a much more likely action from himself.]

[It's not very impressive.]

Isn't that nice? [Now that they're practically wading in chickens, he finally summons his own blade. It's the only thing that won't break when he strikes the beasts; more importantly, it allows him to teleport behind the other, attempting to wrap his arm around his throat and effectively use him as a meat shield.] Tell somebody who cares.

[ See, after being in the Badlands for ten years against a stupid sentient armor, one tends to learn ways beyond their own. So, his skills in dealing with these guys echoes a bit of Terra.

Just a bit.

He still has his own skills, which are very deadly. ]

Heh.

[ He's faster and stronger, as well as more importantly, harder to beat than he was in the past. So, he'll produce an afterimage that shatters the moment it gets bombarded by the chickens with Vanitas on the other side of the room. ]

Wrong move.

[ While he's dealing with the chickens pecking at his legs, he'll summon a few Archravens, Bruisers and Vile Phials to deal with the chickens in their own way before deciding to fire off a warning fireball at his other self. ]

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[Oh screw you then. Vanitas literally ends up being slammed to the ground, pressing his palm to the floor and allowing himself to sink down into darkness. He appears behind his elder self with a less than pleased expression, taking a brief moment to look at the Unversed as they tear into the mob.]

[They'd mutated, somewhat. Adapted and changed until their weaknesses were less clear than before. It causes a raised brow, which uses up all the time he has before the chickens are upon him again.]

[Seriously? This is starting to get out of hand.]

If you're looking to fight, I've already told you. No time.

[He's not lacking in the Dark Thundaga department, though the shockwave that laces through the area is nowhere near the same strength. Goddamn feathers everywhere]

Pick a later date and get out. Of my way.

[ Vanitas chuckles as he watches the pathetic attempt his other self is giving against the mob as the Unversed simply make mincemeat out of the chickens - poisoning them, beating them, pecking at them until there's nothing left. If this doesn't give a clear indication of what he can do, he's not sure what else will. ]

I don't know, you were handling them pretty poorly before. Why else would you run like a coward with his tail in between his legs?

[ Next, he'll coat the floor around the chickens with ice thanks to a Dark Blizzaga being fired off next. He's not tired after sending off volley after volley of magic, though. His endurance must be very high. ]

[WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT THE DOOR? WELL. IT'S GONE NOW. Doors mean nothing to the Cucco Revenge Squad. Better run, Vanitas.]

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[HE'S RUNNING HE'S RUNNING]

[WATCH OUT, HERE COMES ONE TRYING TO SWING AROUND IN FRONT OF YOU.]

[FUCK THAT NOISE he reaches out and snatches it from the air, not really caring if it squeals as the darkness charcoals it to death. Anyone looking for some fried chicken is liable to find some, this week.]

[What the fuck? Did some kid almost run him over...and was he being pursued by angry chickens?]

Alright, someone better give me a good explanation...

[No time to explain, however you're right on time.]

[Don't mind the kid rushing past. Once he realizes he's passed someone, Vanitas skids to a halt, turning round and rushing right back. And if given the chance? He'll be latching onto the others arm and bodily spinning him round, straight into several of the cucco menace.]

[Well, that was unexpected. Facing down the angry hoarde of fowl, Lancer does the only thing he can--he summons Gae Bolg and takes a couple swipes at them.]

[See, now... Yu's been stretched rather thin as of late. Hell, you could say he's nearly dead tired. But when he sees some kid running from what seems like a mob of angry chickens?

Yeah. He's just going to move to the side and let them pass-

> Ooooh, that really looked painful.
> You should leave them be...]

[Oh, hey bud. There just happens to be a redhead walking up to you, munching on popcorn and just... kinda staring at the sight.]

...why is that guy getting chased by chickens...?

[Oh, hey there Luke. Mind sharing? Because this is definitely a sight for the ages.]

...No idea.

[...]

Maybe he has chicken feed in that butt skirt of his.

[Luke peered over and... oh, hah. He really was wearing a butt skirt. Why would anyone wear a butt skirt?]

Guess he deserved it then.

[And he tilts the popcorn bag over toward you. popcorn.gif time?]

Do you think we should help him?

[No idea about the buttskirt, bro. Just going to take a few pieces. Too bad he doesn't have a camera on him, or Xion could enjoy this later at least.]

...I don't think anything we could do would deter them.

[They seem pissed... and unfortunately he is not a ~~chicken~~ cucco whisperer.

Definitely popcorn.gif time.]

[Luke was distracted from buttskirts and angry chickens at the new arrival. The kid sounded familiar, but...]

Oy, Yu. Who's this?

How rude! You don't remember this loveable bear? You make me sad. Welp, I'm Teddie!

[Just going to snag a few pieces of popcorn. Looking over to Yu though, shadowbro thought ahead of time. Surprisngly]

Maybe we should at least get something for...integrity's sake~

[And he's pulling out a video camera that he got from the Media floor.]

Taa daaaaaaa~

...You haven't seen him out of his suit, huh.

[He smirks faintly at that -

...!]

It's almost like you knew.

[Teddie. You are the most amazing best friend ever, okay. This moment proves it.

Let's do this.]

[...oh dear god, it was really a little kid in a bear suit. What. Even. Luke had enough BSODs during the Shadow thing, he didn't need another one.]

[He shook his head, before... oh, hey, camera fonmachine!]

Heh heh... good idea.

I get it from you, Sensei! Now come on before he runs off. We gotta get some good footage!

[Yu nods, having a Persona cast Masukukaja on them all.]

Yeah, let's-

[Wait... ah hell. Vanitas is getting worse and for some reason, Yu freezes for a second. Just as quickly, a red ring appears around both irises before he can even say anything. For a moment, it's almost like he's being controlled...

He doesn't even utter a word or crush a card. He's just gone... Protecting the idiot who attacked his friend. GUYS HELP STOP HIM BEFORE REPERCUSSIONS?]

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[Wait, what just happened? First they were going to record shinanigans, then Yu was running off like he was going to stop the end of the world?]

Oy, Yu! What are you doing?!

[Wait hat was Sensei doing now? He was running towards the mass of chickens that could peck them and hurt them? Well just going to try and grab Yu's arm.]

Sensei, what are you doing!?

[You know, at first he was really worried about another (???) Vanitas being in the tower (Or back in the tower? Who even knew anymore.)

And then Vanitas was running around like a chicken with its head cut off from a bunch of chickens.

And so he is sitting on his Keyblade Glider with his company, amply out of the way of the storm of cuccoos and...trying to stifle some laughter.]

[Yeah, Ven is trying to stifle those giggles? Nope, Roxas is flat-out laughing and holding his sides. It's a wonder he hasn't fallen off the glider, or died or something from this nonsense. Nobody needs a lion king reenactment.]

[You're not going to enjoy that seat for long, Ventus ~~and creepy midget clone~~. You know why?]

[Because he's not impressed. All it takes is a quick teleport onto the glider himself, and from there, the two are being picked up by the scruff of their necks and dropped into the mass of chickens below.]

[SUCK IT, BITCHES.]

Ack--!!

[WELL THEN his fall was rather ungraceful, but thankfully he could glide and hover for however small an amount of time. Just don't anger the chickens don't anger the chickens.

At least he wasn't letting Vanitas keep his safe haven, because he returned the keyblade back to its original form and into his hand with a flash of light.

Suck on that.]

[~~wow who are you calling a midget, platform-shoes~~ Rox's life was a comedy of errors, considering he'd managed to grab one of the weird extensions off the glider...which promptly became a key again, leaving him to deal with the cruel forces of gravity.

Thanks a lot for sacrificing him to the chiken-flavored horde, you jerk.]

[~~Excuse me have you seen the heels on your boots~~ He's expecting that much, already flipping away from the glider before it transforms into the blade Roxas is clutching at as he falls. It's fairly satisfying, watching the two of them fall on several chickens and enraging the hoard all the more.]

[You're welcome. 8> ]

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[Sora was just walking around, going about his business and wandering around like a good little keyderp, and then SUDDENLY LOTS AND LOTS OF BIRDS????

And suddenly Ven and Roxas IN the mess of birds and...oh no, is that Vanitas...and gosh those things sure do look angry and Sora really doesn't know what to do about any of this. Excuse him while he blankly stares at all of you for a minute because what is even going on right now?

...except wait TWO OF HIS FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE. He can't just stand there!]

Ven! Roxas! Are you two okay?

[Oh hey Sora when did you get there OH HEY ROXAS WHEN DID YOU GET ON THE GROUND oops]

Yeah--! We're fine!

[Still hovering, but he tossed his keyblade into the air to transform it into the Glider again, allowing it to sweep over and pick him up. Once he was standing on top, he flew by to grab Roxas and then made his way over to Sora, sweeping him up on the Glider as well to spare him the wrath of the Evil Cuccoos.]

See, no problem!

[... Not sure if comprehending this right. This is Vanitas, this time in red instead of white. There is something pecking at the door.

Checking the calendar. Looking back at Vanitas, his expression unchanging. 'Just another Tuesday'.] What'd you piss off this time?

[And which floor can he evacuate to in order to escape? Maybe he can find someone dealing with an angry Shadow.]

[Dark Precure is in one of her moods. Again. And then she comes across all this chaos, causing her to scowl.

Absentmindedly, she flicks a small sphere of red energy at the horde of chickens, and then tries to continue on in the opposite direction.]

[The Fierce Deity can't help but stop and stare.

Cuccos?

On a murderous rampage?]

... And I thought this wasn't home.

*The door to dorm room 3-18 opens for a moment, then slams shut to avoid getting in the way of the person being chased by...

...by what? Enoch opens the door again and peeks out.

...

Were those chickens? After a moment of slack-jawed staring at the sight, he took off running after the chase to see if he could help.

Of course, he'll have to catch up first. Somehow. He's got a strong pair of legs, but both Vanitas and the Cuccos are (probably) leaner. It may take a little while.*

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Oh my god Ana why

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thread jack for some epic bro times

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is popcorn like a tofu

BLAM FUCK YOU BOTH

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so let's just make this a heart family party

best party except Vanitas is grounded

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