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.

Comments

Oh man, it's gettin real, y'all. O:

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Well, as it were, all good things must come to an end. The charade was fun while it lasted, but though he saw Vanitas falter and struggle, he still held fast to Zexion's throat. Oh, he knew very well that the slate-haired Schemer was utilizing his element of illusion to torture the keyblade wielder, and that another round was sure to be coming quickly.

Luxord weighed his options. What was more important in the long-run, keeping his own identity as a nobody secret, or guaranteeing the safety of a comrade?

Suppose he called the lad's bluff and merely watched, waiting for Zexion to free himself. Though both nobodies present knew Zexion was more than capable of taking care of himself, he noted the frantic way with which the Schemer struggled. Such shows of whispers of emotions long gone were unusual. Now, weighing that in on his options, he considered doing nothing. Zexion would free himself, most likely, and knowing that Luxord's jugement was typically sound and made after careful deliberation. Chances weigh in favor of Zexion paying no mind to the matter and addressing it in an adult matter, understanding that having members capable of moving freely through the city and communicating with various guests was important, and that the Gambler would have gone to the defense if his skills of probability lead him to believe Zexion was in any sort of real danger. The chances that Zexion would harbor any resentment for seeing the Schemer in a more..frantic and uncontrolled state were low given Zexion was the most devout in their beliefs of lacking emotion, but still very real. He couldn't make those kinds of enemies, nor would he suffer charges of insubordination or possible treason by letting an elder possibly fade.

On the other hand, suppose he did go on the defensive, and utilized his cards, using blunt-force trauma to a vital point, or even the tendons in his wrist, to force him to let go. This brat was smart, and would realize that there were dark forces at work. He'd be called out. And surely, this kid would know that he was purposely trying to conceal his identity for a reason, thus attempt to hold it over his head or even spread the news without realizing(or perhaps even fully understanding) just what it was he was doing. But there were always ways around such things.

He huffed out an amused grunt as the boy forced himself to continue, fighting through the pain. Pain he couldn't begin to fathom. He rather enjoyed watching Zexion consume his opponent's minds, as well, wondering to himself how long it would take before he succumbed. "I could say the exact same thing to you. There's a reason I pick and choose with whom I play my games, and from the looks of it mate, I'd say you understand perfectly well why I don't press my luck too far with this lot."

He'd wait for a few more moments, to see if Zexion could take him out this time. After all, they were called Organization XIII, not Nursery School XIII. Each of the nobodies were forces to be reckoned with in their own rights--he was sure the elder would be able to handle himself. He need not babysit him, and jumping in oh so soon might even be considered an insult to Six's skills. On the off chance that he wasn't, then he would step in and put an end to the physical confrontation.