Aboard a Gummi Ship [Anti-Sora, Closed]

'Oh wow, now this is a laugh.' Anti-Sora thought to himself, overhearing the announcement made by the ship's captain for people to remain cautious since Heartless were detected onboard. 'Morons. If your ship was really in danger you wouldn't exist anymore.' Of course, the rogue wasn't exactly meant to be here, but he didn't care for the thoughts of others. Traveling to other worlds in other people's Gummi-ships was far more preferable compared to migrating with other Heartless or using the Dark Corridors.

Now, he wasn't the only stowaway, the captain was correct, a few extras managed to latch onto the ship and get in; just a few Shadows and a Soldier... 'These chumps better thank me or something, ugh.' However, Anti-Sora was progressively snuffing them out. With the last of the Shadows defeated by a brutal stab into the floor, all that was left was the Soldier. As expected, the Soldier was just that, only slightly above the most pathetic of Heartless, so it saw no concept of fear and knew nothing about 'betrayal' even if said concept was effectively staring it in the face.

Pointing his weapon at the Soldier, Anti-Sora was ready to attack. At that point, he heard footsteps outside the cargo bay. Someone was approaching. Perfect, someone else could deal with this nuisance instead. With a quick dash forward, Anti-Sora booted the Soldier towards some crates closer to the entrance before silently gliding above the floor and stealthily hiding himself behind a different set of crates closer to the entrance.

Dislodging itself from a crate, the lone Soldier stumbled around until it heard a voice as someone had finally entered. Someone that it could potentially feed on. Anti-Sora simply decided to watch and wait to see what happened. Surely whoever this woman was they could deal with a low-ranking Heartless.

Anti-Sora waved his hands around in a mocking fashion. "Oh jeez lookie here, we got ourselves an expert on all things dark and gloomy, hoooo-wee." He scoffed, absolutely certain she hadn't listened to, nor taken in a single word he had said. "Whatever, these Voidsent sound like chumps." He rolled his glowing eyeballs in disgust at the thought of these new annoyances that might plague him in the future. "I'm suuuuure you've heard of other Heartless that speak. But have you met them? Pro tip, if my rather non-violent—" he drew a particular emphasis to the statement. "— presence happens to unnerve you, then you don't want to run into any other talkers." In fact, Anti-Sora could vaguely recall one, one that was very important. The memory was vague, likely not entirely his own. "Ansem. Avoid one by the name of Ansem." He muttered, as if to not only half-assedly advise Es'faeli but to remind himself as well.

Anti-Sora lazily floated upside down and folded his arms. "You... Do realize similar doesn't mean same, right? I see what you're getting at, but you sound like a fool. Just saying." His brutal honesty was punctuated with a casual shrug. "I mean, sure, from what you've said, similar makes sense. Both things are feared and hated, sure, whatever... But us Heartless exist because you Somebodies can't accept you're kinda shitty sometimes too. Fun fact."

The hero's shadow scoffed once again. She could keep telling herself that she didn't want him to cease, but he wouldn't believe it. "Oh, of course! How silly of me!" He mocked sarcastically. "Imagine me trying to book a flight. How well do you think that would go down? Tch, stupid." Flipping back right side up, Anti-Sora stretched. "Also, nah. I can't and won't do it. Corridors of Darkness are garbage. Crawling with grunt losers, edge-lords and extras. Ships are more fun to ride in, thats all."