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Ventus. South of town. I'll be waiting.

[Shortly after sending that text, Vanitas clicked his Gear shut and moved away from the front doors of the PokeCenter. It wouldn't be much longer until he was whole again, he knew nothing could stop him with Ventus so willing to speak with him; and this time, there shouldn't be any interference if what Ventus said was true.

Murkrow and Swablu will act as eyes in the air, at least, to let him know if it isn't; that his friends are following anyway, so he knows to act quicker if need be. Reaching without thinking to dig his fingers slightly at his clothing above a faint, fluttering heartbeat, he snorted and outright scowled even. Soon, he will have it all, be in control, and with all that power? Whatever was blocking his Unversed should be broken with the most powerful keyblade in all existence, especially at its creation.

So he will make his way down the street to eventually reach the edge of town on the south end, leaning against the frosty fence.]

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[And poor Bolt goes sailing, landing in a mound of snow. Sorry Vanitas, Ven's shoving you away to rush over to the side of his tiny buddy. Surprisingly forceful, even]

Bolt!

[Fat chance he's letting go entirely though, and certainly not for some rodent. Snarling at the forceful shove, Vanitas took a few quick steps to regain his grip on his neck, dragging him back into facing him.]

Now. [Reaching with his free hand and grabbing a fistful of blond hair, he yanked hard.] I've waited long enough!

[Sure yank his head to one side, for all the good it'll do anybody as he starts tugging those hands off him again]

Ouch-

It's not gonna happen, why don't you get that?

[In moments Bolt's recovering and unleashing a surge of Thund~~aga~~er on Vanitas]

[Dragging Ventus back by both the grip in his hair and the grip on his neck, he manages to move fast enough to dodge that attack with a snarl.] You didn't hear me the first time, apparently, because it has to work!

[Only now he's getting frustrated, yanking those hands off of him and ignoring the hurt to follow as he shoves Vanitas away]

But it won't! What's so hard to accept about that?

[Good luck trying to get him to let go of all your hair, Ventus. He's yanking the very highest strands with the shove before moving forward to get a better grip and yank harder, starting to work on wrestling him down to the ground.] This body won't last, I need it to work!

[Outright throwing Ventus down, he dropped down to one knee in a near hover, he shifted the hand away from Ven's neck into shoving his chin upwards, fingers shoving at his nose as well.]

Edited 2011-01-20 07:51 (UTC)

[This is when beiing a gentle guy's really not so great, and while Ven's got a grip on one of Vanitas' wrists as he's trying again to free himself, the other's feeling around the snow looking for something he can use. It's obvious that in terms of physical strength he's not going to win here, worse yet when he's not willing to bring serious harm to someone]

I told you, none of that stuff counts here!

[And Bolt's having none of this, zapping at Vanitas again with an angry little cry]

[He genuinely let out a pained sound at the zap, snarling a command up into the air. Murkrow and Swablu come winging down, taking quick darts at the Pikachu for distraction moreso than battle. Vanitas then returned his attention down to Ventus, scowling as he leans in close and nothing is happening still.

Maybe it needs a boost, unlike their worlds. Letting go almost too suddenly, Vanitas dragged Ven up into his arms in what seems like a hug for all of two seconds, before there was a solid, harsh punch in Ven's back. It's like hitting a TV; jump-starting a merging shouldn't be this ridiculous.]

[Apparently Minnie really did have something to be worried about, he can't help thinking that as he lets out a pained yelp at that punch. He promised her that he'd be alright, and the guilt in failing to live up to his word is much worse than the blow to his back, especially now that she's in a coma]

I-I keep telling you-!

[That's it, he's fumbling for a pokéball and pressing a button before Vanitas can stop him, releasing Caprice. And for a trolling ghost that's known for a Cheshire grin, she's looking mighty displeased by this nonsense.

Meanwhile Bolt's bad news for both of those birds, sending sparks into the air with all his tiny, impotent Vanitas-induced rage]

We're like normal people here, Vanitas! Cut it out, or I'll make you!

[When it still doesn't work, the abuse does stop, if only to shove Ventus backwards and stumble up to his feet. If his movements seem a little frantic, it's because Vanitas certainly looks it now, gripping at his own chest like he could remove his sliver of heart and shove it into Ven's chest and simply take over like that.]

Nothing is normal for us, Ventus -- [He makes a sort of wheeze sound, eyebrows knitting together as he dug his fingers a little harshly now.]

[Oh sweet freedom, if only he wasn't certain he'll have bruises later. All the same he takes the opportunity to scramble to his feet, scooping up Bolt in the process and putting some distance between him and Vanitas.

He doesn't want to have more marks to explain to Minnie...or hide from her]

Tell that to this place. If I could, don't you think I'd have used a sleep spell on you rather than get hurt?

[On that distance put between them, Vanitas digs his fingers harshly into his chest before dropping his hand, his expression sinking as the meaning of 'normal' really finally gets into his mind.]

Shut up. You may be normal here, but I'm not. [Stepping forward, approaching again, he's steeling himself for another round of trying.]

You may be able to wander off and do something else, but I can't. [A sharp thought slips through his mind, and it is the only reason his steps stop almost a little too abruptly; This is all I have.

Is that... really all he has?]

Edited 2011-01-20 09:00 (UTC)

[For every step Vanitas takes forward, Ven's inching carefully backward. He'd rather avoid getting his hair yanked on or taking another punch - there's a small army of people he might have to answer to if he comes back to his and Terra's room looking like hell broke loose on him]

Who says you can't? Because so far it sounds like you're the only one.

[Despite all this, he wants to think Vanitas can do something more with himself. Ven didn't expect it to be easy, but he hadn't quite anticipated this either]

[Leaving his hands at his sides, he just drops his head slightly, staring angrily at the ground as if he could still create Unversed with a bend in his will.] This body wasn't made to last, idiot. I don't have time to waste like you do.

But this place is different - I'm awake here, for one thing, even though I'm...

Even though I'm probably not gonna be for a while back home.

You won back home. [It was laced with disgust to say, but it was true. Clenching his fists, he started to approach again, his feet moving swiftly to close that gap between them, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.]

This place hasn't changed that I only have part of a heart; this body won't last to contain it and I'll -- [Disappear. Lose my place more than before. Cease to be.

Vanitas wound up stopping himself again, several paces away with an expression that is closely resembling when the X-blade slipped just out of his reach. Staring down at his hands like that was what he was recalling, he opened and closed his hand a few times before scowling sharply again.]

[And that's the most ironically heartbreaking look, if only his sore back wasn't a reminder of what Vanitas might be capable of right now]

Just-just calm down. We'll...figure something out.

[As strange as that was to say. Vanitas was still a part of him, and he was hurting, and he was responsible for at least some of that]

No, there is no we in this. [Snarling, he's taking a few steps back now, looking nothing more than like an angry, scared child.] The only we for us is making the X-blade, and with it...

[With it not happening, there's nothing.]

[He can't help a frown at that, taking a cautious step forward]

But who decided that? It wasn't me- and I don't think it was you. What's so important about that stupid weapon?

It's the only thing I can do! [He starts briefly when Swablu and Murkrow carefully land on his shoulders, the blue bird chirping with worry from the shaking her trainer is doing.]

That's not true, you haven't even tried anything else.

[And another step, what in the worlds is he supposed to do about this?]

It's my thing to do, I'm not-- [He's stopping himself, and stepping back now.]

It's what I was made for. [His voice grew quieter with that, brows furrowed and eyes pointed down towards the snow.]

Nothing else.

So you're just gonna give up? I might not know much about you, but you're a fighter, I'm sure of that.

[Although perhaps fighter's not the best word to use, considering what sort of fighting he knows Vanitas for]

Find a new role, something you decide for yourself.

... Shut up. [Snapping his eyes back up, Vanitas outright snarled and swiped an arm out.] Just shut up! Don't talk like you know me at all, Ventus. [The movement startles the birds, Murkrow actually lifting off for the safety of air. Swablu stays put though, burrowing closer to his neck with a louder, more concerned chirp.

Something isn't right anymore. Funny how creatures that are unhuman can catch onto these things far quicker than people can.]

That's what I am, a fighter; it's what I was molded to be, stupid! It doesn't change just because you say it can!

But you don't know until you try! [Why Vanitas doesn't get this, he has no idea. But really, he didn't plan on trying to discuss this subject for a good, long while] Why won't you? What's so scary about just trying?

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who do you think decided that, ven--

he knows, it's a rhetorical question

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