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paixaorpg2010-11-04 11:40 pm
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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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Nor does he think for a change. His thoughts are frantically running around his mind and so he does the next best thing. He reacts; he still has his strength.
The attack isn't physical. He has no weapons that are physically capable of crossing the distance and he can't think straight enough to both summon his Lexicon and change its form anyway. Instead, he opts for something quick and dirty and reflexive. A blast of illusionary pain, every bit as real as Vanita's mind makes it - and he's quite sure he would have no reason not to as invisible claws stab into his chest; his heart. The last bastion of any thinking being's self no matter what it was.