Something Wicked [Active, Open]

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Character(s): Vanitas and anyone who meets up with him.
Content: Vanitas enters Paixao. This can't be good.
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Week 26, Mid-day.
Warnings: It's Vanitas.


Vanitas could see the light even through his eyelids. The pain had ebbed, and he felt as strong as ever. He opened his eyes, seeing neither all-encompassing light nor the darkness of Ven’s heart.

With a kick back, Vanitas got to his hands and dramatically swung around to his feet. The glass of his helm slowly restored itself as he looked around. Ghostly white grass waved in the distance on one side while a giant complex loomed in another. That direction, however, sported a line of people waiting to get in. Thinking little about it, he sauntered his way over to the front of the line.

“Sorry, you have to wait your t--”

“I’m making it my turn.” Vanitas swiped the electronic journal from the guard’s hand and turned to go in.

The guard, however, had other ideas, and stepped in front of the masked boy. He didn’t need to say a word, since the ones in line spoke for him.

“Hey, whadya think yer doin’?”

“Return to your position in line!”

“I wan’ mah turn! Mama’s gotta be in dere!”

As the people in line began to protest, Vanitas summoned his Keyblade, leapt back, and shot black lightning from his Keyblade towards the line. Some dodged, others outright fled, and many screamed.

“Like I care.” Vanitas continued on inside like he hadn’t been stopped at all.

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[inthe-cards.livejournal.com]

Oh, how he watched this development, absorbing the precious little information he had seen. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't be surprised if this would be the first and last time he'd ever hear of such interesting developments first hand, as low on the corporate ladder as the intuitive Gambler was. Granted, this being could, potentially, be from any world, in which this poorly dressed specimen was a servant of some sort. Given the concentration of darkness in this one though, that was highly doubtful.

He was curious. What hand had the fates dealt him now? Luxord pondered briefly, re-arranging the cards in his hand to see what could be played to his advantage, and what must be cast out. Even this early in the game, the stakes were already much higher than one very well might care to admit.

"See where a spot of chivalry gets you, these days? A lot of demands." His head tipped a bit, one hand coming up to rub at his chin with an amused expression. "Always the enigma though, I see.." It didn't take him long to ponder his next move. This character seemed too impatient to bother with any word games for long. It was his turn, now, and the banter between them wasn't quite enough to keep him interested enough to deal with their word games.

"Though, more than the mere names of the humble patrons of Paixao rely on which conclusions you come to. Your decisions, or perhaps even your own identity may very well open new doors--perhaps even to your freedom, as they do say this entire island is but a room in a castle." Luxord felt it was high time to up the ante, as close to the reveal as it was coming.