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towerofanimus2012-05-21 06:10 pm
endinsentiment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-21 06:10 pm
Entry tags:
001 || Sentiment
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.]
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.]
best combo
[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...
aww yeah
[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.
TROLL FORCE TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT
[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...