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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Luxord stood in place with a proper posture. His back was straight, his shoulders were back, his chin was high and his legs straight. Despite that proper posture and somewhat curious expression, he looked rather relaxed given how limber he was; not a tense muscle on his body. That isn't to say he wasn't keenly aware of his surroundings still, waiting for the smallest signal that his opponent was returning to come in for the attack.

He watched the youth run at him, and he held off on raising a wall of cards to hinder the youth's attack. And it was a good thing that he did, for that little black cloud slid under the circular wall of cards he summoned. His lips briefly peeled back into a sneer, but it was quickly replaced with something highly amused. "Clever little chap, aren't you?" His reaction to the first sight of that black cloud was quick. He did, after all, rely on evasion and defense.

And the card directly in front of him spun. The ornate back of the card faced inside of the protective circle for a brief moment, and Luxord disappeared. When again the face turned towards the inner confines, he was within the face, entirely unharmed. His head tossed to the side when his eyes locked with Zexion--unlike other captives, Luxord had the luxury of mobility within the cards--signaling that the Schemer need leave as there was nothing he could do without sacrificing the ability to deny any connections with six. The wall then quickly broke into two sections and extended into two, parallel walls facing one another before they rapidly filed away. Each portion of the wall made a wide semi-circle around the pillar of fire, about six yards, before coming together in a compact circle to safely deposit the Gambler a ways away from the eye of the storm.

Noting points of light in his peripheral vision, he glanced up and noticed there were fireballs. Fireballs raining down. He'd managed to avoid the initial attack, and it wouldn't be hard to avoid the raining balls of fire as long as he wasn't forced into one of the summoned meteorites of fire's range of destruction.

Things were getting interesting--despite the situation, the Gambler would always find amusement. A fight, a test of will, of wit, of strength and cunning against a formidable adversary was the best game of all. Nothing trumped that thrill.