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towerofanimus2012-08-28 12:05 am
keyprise) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-28 12:05 am
Entry tags:
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?"
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?"
no subject
But he narrows his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.]
Hard not to suspect somebody like you.
no subject
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. See the white? I've changed.
[ That is the understatement of the century. ]
no subject
[He taps his fingers, expression firm.]
no subject
Well, whatever. Is debating an alignment change really that important when we're trapped without a way out?
no subject
Tower's already dangerous as it is. You can't blame me for being suspicious.