Exactly what I'm trying to do, idiot. [ his temper flares, and the detail slips - but there's only so much grinding, painful irritation he can take. so there's not much thinking involved at all and just a lot of visceral instinct when he tilts his masked head in sync to two dark pools where four floods spawn. finally, he'd prodded enough negativity between the both of them to be able to do this. floods weren't top-dog unversed material - born solely of irritation and the easiest to conjure. but considering his current condition, he's satisfied nonetheless; despite this void feeling and lack of everything else, he still has the essential parts that makes him vanitas.
good. he didn't need to lose anything else. ]
So, you wanna beat me? [ he questions her earlier statement with a beat. ] Consider this your practice.
[ not... that he actually thinks she's going to be able to do that when he infests the place. in fact, he's thinking her dying and somebody more useful (ideally master xehanort or ventus) being lured in by the influx would work. ]
no subject
good. he didn't need to lose anything else. ]
So, you wanna beat me? [ he questions her earlier statement with a beat. ] Consider this your practice.
[ not... that he actually thinks she's going to be able to do that when he infests the place. in fact, he's thinking her dying and somebody more useful (ideally master xehanort or ventus) being lured in by the influx would work. ]