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i walk a lonely road............
[ an anachronistic and ultimately unexpected revival led to a few problems.
for one, he couldn't be happy about it (he couldn't be happy about anything really, considering his structure) - just irritated. for one, this meant he was still a half. yeah sure, he was still the better half, but being a half was as unsatisfactory as always and left him unable to forge any χ-blades. for another, there was a worrying detachment of some sort present - normally, he should be able to know everything about the other half in real-time, but things were... stagnant? if this were any other time, he would be completely fine with severing off from the other half's feelings, but considering they were both supposed to be long gone, this was problematic. was the other half still dead? he couldn't care less if he was, but the fact that he was (both literally and figuratively) being left in the dark was almost infuriating.
no, it was infuriating, and he could probably infest this small-fry world completely in Unversed on that feeling alone.
speaking of which, he'd been here before, hadn't he?
disgusting.
naturally, he wasn't planning on sticking around - but he could stand to blow off some steam, if nothing else. a momentary pressing of his fingers to his forehead in order to reassemble his fishbowl helmet, and he's making his way down the shoreline; his stride is a little unbalanced, considering it's been a while and he's still feeling unsettled.
no big deal, though. once he spawns some negativity and is certain that everything physically is still in order despite the anomalies, he can hit the Lanes Between and figure out what's going on in the larger scope of things.
but first things first. ]
for one, he couldn't be happy about it (he couldn't be happy about anything really, considering his structure) - just irritated. for one, this meant he was still a half. yeah sure, he was still the better half, but being a half was as unsatisfactory as always and left him unable to forge any χ-blades. for another, there was a worrying detachment of some sort present - normally, he should be able to know everything about the other half in real-time, but things were... stagnant? if this were any other time, he would be completely fine with severing off from the other half's feelings, but considering they were both supposed to be long gone, this was problematic. was the other half still dead? he couldn't care less if he was, but the fact that he was (both literally and figuratively) being left in the dark was almost infuriating.
no, it was infuriating, and he could probably infest this small-fry world completely in Unversed on that feeling alone.
speaking of which, he'd been here before, hadn't he?
disgusting.
naturally, he wasn't planning on sticking around - but he could stand to blow off some steam, if nothing else. a momentary pressing of his fingers to his forehead in order to reassemble his fishbowl helmet, and he's making his way down the shoreline; his stride is a little unbalanced, considering it's been a while and he's still feeling unsettled.
no big deal, though. once he spawns some negativity and is certain that everything physically is still in order despite the anomalies, he can hit the Lanes Between and figure out what's going on in the larger scope of things.
but first things first. ]
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But anyway, she has a huff of her own here, mostly because she's really close with just trying the running thing. Part of what's keeping her here is her curiosity, because the last time someone showed up here it's not like they had a mask on.]
Who are you?
[Also she doesn't know how far she'll be able to get if he pulls one of those teleportation things again.]
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whether she knew who xehanort was or not was still up in the air (obviously she didn't know much), so this would mean exactly nothing to her. vanitas motions with a hand. ] Vanitas. Heard that one?
[ lmfao he says it really proudly despite the fact that she's probably never heard of it....... #hipstervanitas ]
hispter IMMORTALIZES THAT TYPO
His guess is right. Even though she feels the smallest bit better that he actually answered her question...]
I haven't.
[She's getting up now, brushing the sand off of her dress but still keeping a wary eye on him.]
Maybe you should go somewhere where people have heard of you.
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and burnnnnn, but the mask is there for a reason. dismissive hand gesture before he returns to crossing his arms, his general masked facial direction not leaving kairi.
dryly, ] Kinda funny you say that, even though you've got a Keyblade. But I guess they don't make 'em like they used to, huh.
[ there's a pause, and a seagull flies by with its shrill. vanitas rolls his eyes on principle, reminded of just where he is.
what he says next is practically spat out in disdain: ]
-- Or do they just keep you that closed off out here? [ it really is ventus 2.0 lord help us
he sounds more serious when he tacks on a non-rhetoric -- ] Who's your master?
[ obviously..... not eraqus........ rip old man lolz thx terra. ssstill wondering how that bodyjack went over with master xehanort (maybe even a little jealous at the notion that it went over well while his didn't), but he'll find out eventually. ]
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...Master? What are you talking about?
[DOES THAT ANSWER YOU QUESTION ABOUT EVERYTHING EVER VANITAS. Because she doesn't have master -- she's just winging it yo.
Which. Isn't probably a good idea but Sora and Riku have gotten the hang of it on their own!!]
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so much.
while simultaneously explaining jack shit funny how that works -- ]
... Don't you know anything?
[ there's something of an underlying growl in the statement because jesus take the wheel. ]
You useless husk. You wanna protect people? What a joke. I bet you've got no idea how you even got here. Just like him.
[ he's pretty much verbally attacking her by now feat. a reference to his yaoi made aloud for once. ~*cryptic*~ ]
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She was a target enough.]
At least I'm trying! One day I'll be able to beat you, too!
[You don't get good with a keyblade overnight, bro.]
Look. How about you just go away?! Go back to wherever you came from!
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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. ]
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What are these things?
[She does get back into a fighting stance, not all that hopeful that Vanitas will be so quick to answer her question.
But as one lunges at her, she'll strike back. At least she'll be a little bit better with these, rather than dealing with Vanitas himself.]
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