towerofanimus | first unversed.

Characters: Vanitas and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-18, then the hallways.
Format: Prose, but I can match.
Summary: Vanitas wakes up and decides to observe his new surroundings.
Warnings: Vanitas being a creeper counts, right?

[ Room 1-18 ]

Well, this was a... predicament. First, he succeeded at ripping out Sora's heart and then he was brought...here. Okay, fine, he could manage that, but one question:

Where the hell was here exactly? Also, why was he dressed in this revolting white bodysuit? That, and why did he feel like he had something around his neck? His hand moved up and he touched the collar around his neck and got up out of his bed to observe himself in the mirror.

"Tch."

Well, that was another thing he had to work with then. First, find out where he was and how he was brought here. Then, find out who collared him like a damned dog and put an end to them permanently.

Oh, was the Tower ready for his unrelenting hate? It better be.

[ Hallways ]

Once he was properly dressed with his helmet and bodysuit, as well as what was rightfully his, he decided to check out who was here and get some intel going. Information was what he liked and if he had to pretend to be the nice guy, then so be it.

So, if he noticed you and you look like someone who knows some stuff, guess who's suddenly ~*~popular~*~.

"Hey. Got a moment?"

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[... You have got to be kidding him, Vanitas. Sure, he has the hood of his coat up, so his face is hidden and his heart masked from those that could sense it.

Sure, he might be on the way down to the library to return a book he'd borrowed. Even if he was still reading it.

... okay, so maybe he at least looked like he knew where he was going. But what are the odds?

The white is new (he thinks). But all of that Darkness in one place is hard to forget.

... Better be careful.] Possibly.

[Maybe he'll be lucky, and the kid won't remember what he sounds like.]

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[ Well, now. This was a new thing - especially with what he knows of what happened.

So, he'll take his place up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he observes Terra up and down. ]

What, was being Xehanort's vessel not enough for you?

[ Oh, yeah. He remembers that moment clearly. ]

[His body language shifts from 'guarded' to 'I'm trying to keep my temper in check' as he visibly stiffens and his fists clench briefly.] Former vessel. I kicked him out a long time ago.

[There's an underlying edge of anger to his voice now, but it's restrained. The middle of a hallway is not a good place to lose his temper.

He's not sure he likes the scrutiny he's getting.] I wasn't aware that you survived the fight in the Graveyard.

[ Not very much escapes Vanitas' gaze and he definitely picks up on the body language - as well as the fists clenching. He struck a nerve. One point for him. ]

Yeah? Are you sure you made the right move, all things considered?

[ 'cause you Lightbearers tend to be really stupid and slow. ]

[Well. If he had to choose between listening to Xehanort in his mind and losing his memories to get rid of the guy? He'd choose the memory loss.] I believe so. Xehanort's speeches get old after a few years.

[And you Darkbearers let your egos cloud your judgement.]

[ For once, he could agree with you.

Maybe. Possibly. He doesn't know yet. ]

Clean your ears. I meant what if he decided to go after someone else. Could you really live with that?

[ ... oh shut up. His ego is fine, thank you. ]

[A brief flicker of darkness before it's reigned in a second later.

One more point to Vanitas; he's picking the right buttons to press. It takes him roughly half a minute before he replies--partly to keep himself from doing something that he might regret later, and partly to actually think of a response.] I don't know. The person I was wouldn't have been able to; guilt, anger, frustration, grief--I'm sure you know how debilitating those emotions can be when they overwhelm a person. The person I am now...

[Or perhaps you don't. Who knows. But a wry chuckle escapes him.] ... ... the more things change, the more they stay the same. I don't think I could.

[Uh-huh. Sure, keep telling yourself that.]

[ Well, of course. Spend enough time with just a suit of armor as a... twisted sort of companion long enough and one tends to get smarter and even sharper than normal.

He smirks behind his mask and waits to see what Terra will do before responding. ]

You're preaching to the choir on that one. [ In other words, he doesn't care about your plight, Terra. Whine more. ]

Didn't know you were the selfish type. Congratulations, you've doomed someone else with that misery instead of living with it on your own. Maybe that's how your world was destroyed.

[ Did he just go there.

He just went there. ]

[It's not whining, it's a much milder form of pontificating.

... strike three, Vanitas. Only instead of the vehement denial one might expect from Terra that would possibly be accompanied by a Keyblade summon, there's only a pause.

It starts out quiet, almost inaudible. But the volume picks up little by little until the laugh, though still more muted than he is usually.] You assume there was enough of him left to claim another vessel, let alone win the battle for that person's heart.

[But the stab that he might, just might be selfish enough to actually wish that on someone else just so he didn't have to live with it, causes his darkness to flare again. He feels both his Keyblade and the Ethereal Blades just waiting to be called, as if in response to his agitated state.

'I should call them; a fight will happen anyway.' The only real question was... which set of weapons?

... he'll save the Keyblades for later. Leave them as a... surprise. Darkness gathers in the palm of his hand, and shifts--changes form, turning from a shadowy, flame-like mass to a crackling ball of white-hot electricity. But it stays there, the charge building.

Someone is more than ready for a fight.]

[ He smirks underneath his helmet and shakes his head. Oh, Terra. There's so little you really know about Xehanort and how much he's messed things up after the four of them were either put out of commission or faded into nothingness. But, he'll let Terra think he's won this verbal fight.

For now.

He notices what Terra's about to do and shifts into a defensive stance. As Terra has his own tricks up his sleeve, so does he. He's no longer just Xehanort's attack dog - he's his own person. ]

Hah! It's always like you guys to strike first, ask questions later. Either you're really brave...or really stupid.

[ But, go ahead. Try to attack him. It'll be interesting. ]

[See this smirk? He knows this isn't going to be easy. But he's honestly looking forward to it. No Xehanort to worry about while fighting the apprentice.] We both know that this was going to happen sooner or later. I'd rather cut to the chase.

[A barely-audible chuckle escapes him.] To be honest? It's a little of both.

[The book he had been carrying gets dropped, and the charged lightning released, forming a single, continuous bolt aimed right at Vanitas.

Think fast.]

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