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.]

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[freshbreeze.livejournal.com]

[Ven saw the message and supposed it was better than Vanitas hovering outside a window. Really, somebody had to teach the guy that those sorts of things just weren't normal. Of course he had his doubts that Xehanort gave the dark half of his heart any lessons in etiquette...

It didn't take him long to find where Vanitas was waiting, and he figured by the time he saw the guy he'd been noticed. After all, Bolt had taken note of those birds circling overhead. A short distance from the place Vanitas stood, Ven halted, stuffing his hands in his pockets]

So...

[How was he supposed to go about reasoning with this guy, anyhow?]