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Something Wicked [Active, Open]
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.
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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But ah, now when he summoned that keyblade, that was certainly an interesting development. It would seem, though, that these blades were a dime-a-dozen these days. He pondered what would happen if he mentioned that to this newcomer..No. Not yet. A sporting event.~
He watched the two with such interest, he just had to wonder, just what would come to pass? Would Zexion call this boy's bluff, or would he really come at the Schemer? He always did love a good moment's suspense, adrenaline running high as everyone waited to see what the next moment would bring. He dare not run his mouth and ruin such a riveting moment.~