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, your way or the highway, huh Zex? I see how it is.

[inthe-cards.livejournal.com]

A corner of his lips drew back into a brief sneer as the Schemer was thrown at him. In all honestly, the Gambler was waiting for this cocky keyblade wielder to crumple like a sheet of tin foil under whatever horrendous torture that he was no doubt being submitted to. Either that, or at least for the slate-haired manipulator to be tossed to the ground. None the less, Luxord was quick to react. He'd slid a foot back and was quite ready to catch the smaller man until, lo and behold, a crude portal shot up mere inches from his face and the young keyblade wielder disappeared. He went on the defense--he had to, though it would've been easier to make a hasty retreat and not give yet more hints as to what team he played for. But, he did enjoy a good fight. It was, after all, one of the riskiest gambles a man could take.

He resumed his position, glancing down to the youngest of the founding members after he reappeared, defensive at first, not sure who would come out, though he figured only his comrade dare come so close. This boy was cocky..more than a Gambler's intuition told him that boy would be back to strike again and get revenge for being fended off.

"He'll either come in close or go for a ranged attack." His shoulders shifted and his head tipped, loosening the muscles there as he spoke quickly and lowly to the recovering elder; he didn't know how much time he had to relay his strategies. No matter the situation though, that agitated sneer went to quite the exuberant grin. "Either way, stay beside me until I counter, at least. From there, of course, it'll be simple to read and play off of one another."

The second he felt another flux in darkness, Luxord would react. If that flux was close, he'd summon cards from the ground, angling them outwards at an appropriate angle. They'd emerge from the ground in an alarming speed, the angle sharpening to make every attempt to throw the the boy in the air, or at least disarm him. If the flux was too far for a star-burst of cards to reach, then he'd raise a high wall of cards for a brief moment. Those would raise at the same speed as the starburst as well if the boy was stupid enough to charge from any distance. If he came in with more magic, he'd have to alter his strategy, summoning a ribbon of cards, a half-story tall at an appropriate angle.

Oh yes, Luxord's forte was defense, but even his clever defenses weren't impervious. That wasn't to say, though, that Luxord couldn't go with the flow of the cards. He'd make due with any hand dealt to him and his partner.