BUCK BUCKBUCKBUCKBUCK!

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Characters: Vanitas, CHICKENS, cuccos, and anyone stupid enough to get in the way
Setting: Everywhere. Just, everywhere
Format: Whatever's good
Summary: IT'S A GOOD DAY TO DIE. After a little fowl play, of course
Warnings: Chickens cuccos. Chicken jokes. Zelda jokes. And death.

[Coming back to the tower after so long alone in the wastelands of what had been his-- place of existence, was unsettling to a level Vanitas hadn't expected. The flares of negativity were like sirens going off in his heart, head whipping this way and that, struggling to gauge the distance and depth of each one from his current location.]

[The tower was too loud, with no reprieve since he couldn't just up and leave, couldn't roam. It actually felt stifling.]

[Added to the stupid music that gets caught up in his head, probably from one of the ocarina playing brats filling up the joint, Vanitas is in a bad mood.]

[So he kicks the first living thing he comes across.]

[Which happens to look like an uguu-animu styled chicken.]




[Several explosions later, and Vanitas had given up on just blowing the damn things sky high. Evasive action was necessary,because he totally wasn't running away from a flock of chickens.]

[Even if, ducking through a doorway and slamming the heavy wood shut behind him, every little peck against the wood was like the crowing of his inevitable doom.]

[.....This is pathetiOH GOD THE DOOR RUN FUCKING RUN]

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[It was just a kick. You'd think animals would be used to that kind of abuse. That aside, he starting to get pissed off-- at this other selves' innate lack of physical action. It's like he's acting just to show off-- or show him up, a much more likely action from himself.]

[It's not very impressive.]

Isn't that nice? [Now that they're practically wading in chickens, he finally summons his own blade. It's the only thing that won't break when he strikes the beasts; more importantly, it allows him to teleport behind the other, attempting to wrap his arm around his throat and effectively use him as a meat shield.] Tell somebody who cares.

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[ See, after being in the Badlands for ten years against a stupid sentient armor, one tends to learn ways beyond their own. So, his skills in dealing with these guys echoes a bit of Terra.

Just a bit.

He still has his own skills, which are very deadly. ]

Heh.

[ He's faster and stronger, as well as more importantly, harder to beat than he was in the past. So, he'll produce an afterimage that shatters the moment it gets bombarded by the chickens with Vanitas on the other side of the room. ]

Wrong move.

[ While he's dealing with the chickens pecking at his legs, he'll summon a few Archravens, Bruisers and Vile Phials to deal with the chickens in their own way before deciding to fire off a warning fireball at his other self. ]

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[Oh screw you then. Vanitas literally ends up being slammed to the ground, pressing his palm to the floor and allowing himself to sink down into darkness. He appears behind his elder self with a less than pleased expression, taking a brief moment to look at the Unversed as they tear into the mob.]

[They'd mutated, somewhat. Adapted and changed until their weaknesses were less clear than before. It causes a raised brow, which uses up all the time he has before the chickens are upon him again.]

[Seriously? This is starting to get out of hand.]

If you're looking to fight, I've already told you. No time.

[He's not lacking in the Dark Thundaga department, though the shockwave that laces through the area is nowhere near the same strength. Goddamn feathers everywhere]

Pick a later date and get out. Of my way.

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[ Vanitas chuckles as he watches the pathetic attempt his other self is giving against the mob as the Unversed simply make mincemeat out of the chickens - poisoning them, beating them, pecking at them until there's nothing left. If this doesn't give a clear indication of what he can do, he's not sure what else will. ]

I don't know, you were handling them pretty poorly before. Why else would you run like a coward with his tail in between his legs?

[ Next, he'll coat the floor around the chickens with ice thanks to a Dark Blizzaga being fired off next. He's not tired after sending off volley after volley of magic, though. His endurance must be very high. ]