4 // private text;action , this will have spoilers and spoilerface all over it probably

[shadowdive]

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.]

Comments

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

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.]

[freshbreeze.livejournal.com]

[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?

who do you think decided that, ven--

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

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.]

he knows, it's a rhetorical question

[freshbreeze.livejournal.com]

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?]

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

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.

[freshbreeze.livejournal.com]

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.

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

... 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!

[freshbreeze.livejournal.com]

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?