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