towerofanimus | 001 || Sentiment

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Characters: Vanitas and Xehanort, and then everyone.
Setting: Xehanort's Room, then anywhere.
Format: Starting action but I'll follow you <3
Summary: Vanitas finds himself back and slinks off to Xehanort's room for a moment. Then trawls through the hallways looking for people to gloat at.
Warnings: Vanitas is happy. You won't like him when he's happy.

Part 1 for Xehanort:

[The moment he awakens with a blanket covering his body, he knows he's not where he was before. In fact, he couldn't be further from it; worlds, galaxies-- even times away from it. He recognizes the setting; the simple bed, the trunk standing at the end of it. The potential beds for prospective roommates and the generic smell of decay, blood, death-- fear.]

[And oh, isn't it just grand to be back?]

[Taking the time to get ot of that horrid white jumpsuit, Vanitas tugs at his collar irritably as he skirts down the corridors, looking for one, specific room, and entering unannounced.]

Master.

[It's time for a chat.]

Part 2 for everyone:

[It's not until much later that Vanitas strolls down the halls, not particularly hunting anyone down right now; in fact, he's going for some food. His stomach gurgles with the nice reminder that he hasn't eaten in a few days (Unversed aren't particularly the tastiest creatures on the menu, when you can stop them from exploding when they die), and for all intents and purposes, that's his only mission before he skirts back up to his room.]

[The broad, knowing grin on his face? That's a new one. And it certainly doesn't spell good for anyone he crosses paths with.]

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[Look who's lounging in a chair, with his head propped up on one hand, the fingers of the other hand drumming lightly against the armrest. His legs are crossed and he seems utterly nonchalant about the entire situation.]

Vanitas. I was wondering what was taking you. Oblivion itself should not be able to contain you until you've recovered what you desire.

[God old man stop being so heart damned omniscient all the time--]

There was no oblivion. Just a theory proven correct.

[You know what? You're taking up the chair, he's just going to sprawl out on your bed. It's a good sign, in a way; it's not often that Vanitas would leave himself that open, even in Xehanort's presence.]

[In fact, this is probably a first.]

Those scientists; they're right.

It's all dead.

[CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP

His eyes follow Vanitas, but he doesn't outright comment on his erstwhile apprentice's actions. It's not as though he uses his bed often anyway, so it's probably still made up. He'll simply ponder it quietly to himself while he drills Vanitas for information.]

... is that so? Are you certain that it wasn't simply an illusion generated by them in order to convince you of their truth?

[Yeah well you look like an older Mr Spock.]

Positive. [The reply comes quickly and easily, Vanitas' eyes lingering on the ceiling. He wouldn't outright admit it, but as mch as he had enjoyed his time away, the opportunity to speak and be listened to was...something he relished.] Illsion or not, they couldn't have broken my connection with Ventus that easily. I couldn't feel it at all.

[He knows illusions. He knows webs of lies, deceit. He knows the difference between what you can see and what you can sense-- if that was an illusion, then whatever abilities they were using to make it were far more powerful than anything Vanitas had experienced, even at Xehanort's side.]

[Let me know when you get your own face]

[Well, that's something new. He doesn't like this development at all. Something seems off about it, very off.

He'll have to factor it in.]

This world, wherever it is, is still intact. Our factors still operate... light and darkness still exist. I've encountered one that even resembles a Princess of Heart, albeit male.

[Let me know when you can keep one.]

[Vanitas turns his head towards Xehanort, taking in his little speech and giving a soft scoff in turn.]

Location, location, location.

[He sits up, gaze intent on his master.] Without that place, can Ventus still fufill his purpose?

[oh shut up or I'll unmake you]

Your darkness and his light. Only one way to find out. Location won't matter. The heart of all worlds cannot be snuffed out so easily. Even that fateful cataclysm could not scar its perfect surface...

[Oh look Kingdom Hearts wants to make out.]

I see. [So they still had their own parts to play. Slumping back against the covers, Vanitas is fully content to roll around like a rather satisfied cat-- until his stomach gurgles, loud enough for both of them to hear it.]

[--Ahem.]

So, what did I miss?

[WHAT WHERE]

[Yeah have a laugh at that.] Unless you need to speak of matters of a sensitive nature, we could relocate to somewhere with food.

Some departures, some arrivals. Not much of note, sadly. This place is rather staid with light...

[MADE YOU LOOK!]

[Bugger off old man he's been eating Unversed for like the past month.] So long as my part in this is unchanged-- [He needs to eat. Herp.]

[Standing, he strolls over to the door, holding it open with an expectant look behind him. Move your ass.]

I can change that. The tower practically does on it's own.

For the time being, it's safe to assume your original role. Some things have recently come to light that I need to factor in before determining if we must take another path.

[And lo, he languidly rises from his chair, drooping into that familiar slouch and following him out the door.]

Aqua appears to be taking the younger bearers under her light-feathered wings. Your arrival is most fortuitous, it would seem...

My interest is currently in the one Xion with the face of that brown-haired bearer, Sora. There are some unique traits that I desire to understand. Already the black-haired Xion has stepped towards the light... a lost cause in her own right. This other one must be kept away from that as much as possible. My involvement with her is to be kept a secret until her loyalties can be assured...

I also have some things to speak with you in regards to Ventus, but perhaps another time. Something interesting arose after your last interaction with him...

[Well, as it happens, Xion is just heading upstairs from her own (ridiculously bland) meal, head down. It isn't until she hears the sound of feet on stairs that she looks up-

-and freezes, a gasp escaping before she can stop it.

No. No. He was gone. She'd seen his name, no longer on any of the room's nameplates. He was gone, he couldn't be back.

And what with the stairs, not only would it be difficult to run or fight, but he definitely had the height advantage here. She takes a step back anyway, dominant hand twitching as though she's itching to call the Kingdom Key into her hand, which she is. Her expression is mixed - anger and fear and unease flitting across her face as she tries to prepare herself for whatever he might do.

Different worlds. They were all from different worlds. That was what Gandalf and Fi had said, right? Maybe he was from another one, a different one entirely. She could only hope.]

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[He's not really focusing all that well. In fact, it's so caught up in his thoughts, he only comes to a halt when she's in his immediate vision, only two steps above her and smile-- not fading at all, not even as his eyes focus on her, as he takes in the sight of his other before him with that expression; fear and denial, but no fight.]

[She's not his Ventus. He can feel that. And from the look on her face, he can guess at exactly which one she is.]

[And his smile just stretches wider.]

[Slowly, he takes the last two steps down, stepping right into her space, meeting her eye to eye. He hasn't drawn his blade, hasn't done anything. Simply stares. And smiles.]

[His eyes are vivid; with insanity. With glee. When he lifts his hand, it almost looks like he's about to summon his own blade, or simply reach out and grasp her throat-- but he doesn't.]

[His grip isn't exactly gentle, but his hand merely holds onto her shoulder, shoving her up against the wall as he passes by, quiet laughter growing louder as he passes by.]

[How pathetic.]

[He knows. He knows.

Maybe it's just an irrational thought. Maybe she's right, maybe she's wrong, but just watching that grin... he knows, he remembers. That's what her instinct tells her.

At the lifting of his hand though, she flinches back, and as she's shoved up against the wall, Kingdom Key appears in her hand as she jerks out of his grip, stumbling sideways up the stairs, twisting as she falls to keep her keyblade between him and herself.

At the same time, there's a burning rage and fear in equal measure, and the message is clear - Don't touch me.]

Oh please.

[His voice is dry, and bored. He doesn't even stop walking, practically leaving her behind in his wake as he steps down the stairs. Better hope none of your friends stray across his path, Xion; wouldn't that be unfortunate?]

Take your stick and play hero elsewhere.

[Or else he's going to touch you far more than you'd like. In fact, he's tempted. He's oh. so. tempted.]

[But hunger is winning.]

[The fact that he's so dismissive, practically ignoring her does little to settle her nerves. There's a sharp reminder of how Saix would dismiss her while she was trying to make up for the missions she'd failed.

He wasn't taking her seriously.

She's not about to follow, but she's not about to just run, either. She thinks of Ven, of the other her, the people who'd been hurt because of what he'd done to her while she was asleep.]

I'm not playing hero. Just stay away from me, and my friends.

[Because I'm not going to let you hurt them again if I can help it.]

[Not taking her seriously? Honey, he's laughing his ass off internally. Unlike Saix, he has a very good reason to dismiss her.]

[She wouldn't even get the chance to raise her blade if he'd taken her seriously.]

I don't think so. You and I? We have unfinished business.

[He turns back to her, eerie smile still in place. At least this time, there's distance. This time, he's the one looking up at her. She's in the more defensible position; at least, as far as she knows.]

You know what they say; third time's the charm.

[Rock a bye baby...]

[D-did he just...

He did.

She's already tense, but now the hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end, her grip on her keyblade tightening convulsively. Even with the distance, even with the height advantage, she backs up a few steps, nearly tripping when the hell of one of her boots catches on the step behind her.

She had to get out of here. She had to tell Axel and Riku and the others. But most importantly she needed to get away.

She spreads her other hand out behind her, getting ready to call up a darkness corridor. She has no idea how immediate the threat is, but she's not about to take chances - and scared enough to think he might very well mean now.]

Wh-what do you mean?

[It's a pathetic attempt at distraction, since it's probably pretty clear she knows exactly what he means, but thankfully darkness corridors don't take long to call up. So long as it was just long enough...]

[Wrong question.]

[Vanitas, despite the differences in their heigh due to ground level; he practically looms up at her, shadows behind him growing darker. There's an edge to his expression; something insane, something caustic, something unbearably cruel and sadistic-- and pleased.]

[By her reaction. By her fear. By the undeniable affect he has on her person, from quickened breathing to dialated pupils.]

Would you like me to spell it out?

[A crackle, and Void Gear appears in his hand, just as much of a nightmare in sight as it's master is.]

[Run.]

[The sight of Void Gear, a vivid reminder of their last encounter (the one she was awake for, at least), is nearly enough to make her lose her concentration and the portal she'd been making. Her only saving graces were the fact that portals really didn't take much more than a few seconds to make, and because she'd been half-expecting Vanitas to attack already.

Darkness swirls into life, a few steps above her, and she quickly glances back at it to make sure it's there before her eyes snap back onto Vanitas.]

N-no. Not really. [She already has a pretty good idea.

And then she bolts for the corridor. She doesn't stop, doesn't so much as glance behind her until she's already through it and the doorway is shutting behind her. She isn't sure he'll have any time to try to follow, but she can't help but be worried that he might.

Please let it close in time, please let it close in time...]

[Xion still hasn't broken her habit of waking up early from her days in the Organization. In fact, she's already eaten and is heading back through the halls to she-hasn't-decided-where-yet when she sees... him...

... whoever... he is.

Xion's stomach twists as she sees those yellow eyes, that black hair, and that face -- No no no no. She doesn't know what's going on here, but it can't be anything good.

So maybe she's stopped dead in the hallway, her (Sora's) eyes wide with shock. Maybe she's still wearing the Organization coat (it's what she has). Maybe her heart glows and echoes in ways it shouldn't. Y'know. Maybe.]

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[He's met two Sora's so far, and this one? This one doesn't match either of them. The feelings are far too muddled, familiar and unfamiliar, resonating with so many different people that for a moment, his vision swims, though he refrains from clutching at his head.]

[For a moment. He sees a girl. But just for a moment.]

[But when he blinks, it's Sora, and perhaps he's just too hungry and tired for his mind not to play tricks on him. Y'know. Maybe.]

[But that doesn't mean he'll leave it be.]

Stare all you want; I'm not turning into a mirror.

[Even if they are practically mirror images.]

[He winces when he looks at her, and despite her uncertainty and fear, she can't help the pang of worry. Is there something wrong?

But then he shakes it off and continues like nothing happened, so she decides to leave it alone.]

Who... Who are you?

I've got a better question.

[Calm and collected; he strolls a little closer-- enough that it's clear to anyone who approaches that they're conversing, but not quite within striking range. Enough that the way his eyes narrow, the way his lips tilt upwards, the knowing gaze at her form-- it all spells trouble.]

Who aren't you?

[To Xion's credit, she manages not to flinch. Her fists clench at her sides, though. He may not be in striking range, but he could easily be with a simple movement. She doesn't know why, but the look on his face -- She doesn't like it. She thinks the hair on the back of her neck is starting to stand on end.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[He couldn't inherently sense Vanitas anymore-- probably something to do with the Darkness in his heart if he had to take a guess later. So Ven was for the most part, unaware, as he was walking down the hallway, on the way back to his room.

It was hard to miss your other half and concentrated Darkness for so long, however, especially when he was standing right down the hallway. He stopped in his steps, looking up to see his thoughts confirmed, and frowned.]

Vanitas.

[And he was much less angry or scared than the last time they reunited.]

[Ventus may not be able to feel him, but Vanitas can certainly feel Ventus. It's even sharper than usual, several weeks without that sixth sense driving it into an overly sensitized shape, so sharp by the time he reaches he hallway, he can practically taste it.]

[And Ventus? No, Ventus hasn't changed. The idiot.]

Ventus.

[He cocks his head to the side, slightly, but aside from that, there's no motion to act or move. No hint of aggression. Just an analytical expression- and that smile.]

[That smile? Still made him angry. He had much less of a bloodlust for punching Vanitas' face in, however. When Vanitas didn't do anything, Ven simply gave him an analytical look of his own.]

What's your plan this time?

[His eyes narrowed; he knew there were bigger concerns than Vanitas around here. And he wasn't going to let Vanitas get to him again. But that didn't mean he could just leave him alone.]

Plan?

[Really Ventus, such a lack of trust. Vanitas crosses his arms, smile in place as he shakes his head.]

Why would I need to plan anything? After all... [Is his smile creepy yet?] I already have what I want.

[Which isn't to say he'll be leaving Ventus alone; oh no. There's no plans this time, but they both had their parts to play in the future. And Vanitas intended to ensure the blond kept to schedule.]

[Excuse him for not trusting the guy that wanted to half-literally rip his heart out.]

If you want the X-Blade, you're not getting it. [He was glaring full-on now.] No matter how many times you try, I'm not letting you win.

[Ventus - the older one - freezes on hearing those steps.

Shit. Was it - No, not his, as far as he could tell. Too light. The Vanitas he knew had somewhat heavier steps. Was it the one from the maze that one time? Or was this a new Vanitas?

Has the tower brought in two Vanitas, now?

Either way, he can't help the spike of fear that wraps around his heart, that threatens to send him into a panic attack. It's not even been what, ten...maybe eleven meals since he left the Labyrinth (Though Ventus is aware his method of counting days is rather flawed)...

Even so, he's shaking already and backing away, the darkness in his heart spiking. He doesn't want to be here, he wants to get the fuck away and hide, though his own experiences - could they really be called that? - told that hiding from Vanitas was useless.

It won't stop him trying to put some distance between them though, nor his left hand twitching.]

[Well, the kitchen is the best place for food. And so far, Hei had not noticed anyone coming near him, all too busy eating his nutrition bar; the only thing to eat since he lacked cash and materials to make anything remotely decent. He was a good cook, but even he could do nothing with such minimal materials.

He was already in annoyed mood. Things couldn't get worse, right? Not like there were any giant spiders here at this time.]

[He didn't need to eat. The Crawling Chaos sustained itself from the three poisons of life: anger, jealousy, and ignorance. The Tower was lacking in the second one, but it was still rife with anger and ignorance. Keeping people trapped in one building while neglecting to give really any answers about what's happening outside tends to do that.

Right now, Nyarlathotep was looking through the fridge. The thing about stayed locked up in one place is that you need an abundance of resources like food to make it possible. If not, then one would need to create the illusion of abundance, but that would only keep people happy until they realize there really isn't much food left to go around. Most Nyarlathotep sees is ingredients for gruel.

Even that alone can't sustain everybody. He smiles.]

[It's chance, of course, that they run into each other. Sora seems to be lacking in sleep, severely. Since the nightmares, he tends to stay up late until he can't stay up anymore--especially since Signless is gone now. So he kind of thinks he's hallucinating you, Vanitas. Oops.

Don't mind as he tries to walk right through you because you are totally a hallucination, okay?]

[Despite Sora's return from death and despite having a fair bit of time to cool down after the Labyrinth, Riku here has been considerably on-edge as of late. His movements are sluggish, and he looks as though his mind is elsewhere.

... Elsewhere, that is, until he catches sight of those yellow eyes, and that sickeningly spiky hair. Immediately, Riku's grip on the Keyblade tightens, and he narrows his eyes.]

And here I'd thought we'd seen the last of you.

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w e l p (also pretend that this is not a pimp icon)

(nope it's a pimp icon forever)

vanitas where is my money you are the worst prostitute

spent it on booze soz.

GOD DAMMIT GET BACK ON THE CORNER AND MAKE SOME MORE

N o p e can't tame this

then I'll just take it from your hide

wow, that statement with that icon.

best combo

aww yeah

TROLL FORCE TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT

Because I'm awful, also stairs?

all the stairs!

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2, duh. random hallway. ... also tmw your keyword accidentally matches

ahaha keywords <3

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LET'S GET THIS BALL ROLLIN'

AWW YEAH, COME AT ME BRO

IT'S ON

IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG

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near floor one work?

Kitchen

Kitchen

Hallways in the dorms?

hall, because I'm the most unoriginal