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Not staying here anymore.

[That's really the only warning anyone is getting, but those in Ecruteak will be hearing some chaos at the PokeCenter. One of the bed rest patients has escaped the room, and is apparently darting through the hallways to gather his things before leaving. These items include his clothing (because this gown is the most disgusting thing ever), his Pokemon, and whatever supplies he can thieve from the easy access, behind the counter potions, antidotes, awakenings... the entire gist.

Feel like stopping him? Vanitas can be found making a wheezing break for the front door with a very large, heavy set man in a nurse outfit chasing after him. It seems he's encountered the Ecruteak version of Nurse Tank!

Er. Encountered and is now running for a door instead of the window he would get dragged out of.

...

Yeah.

Vanitas will manage to escape after some shenanigans, smokescreens and cartwheeling over large nurses, and make a bee-line towards... the burnt tower. If anyone would like to find him a few hours after this text, that is indeed where he shall be! Hanging out in the very bottom floor (after nearly falling through rotten wood, whoops), he's clearing as much of a 'living space' as he can get.]

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I think you're missing the point.

[And here, he'll enunciate every word ever so carefully]

I won't allow it.

I'd like to see you try and stop me.

...

[So he'll get up, dust himself off, and pocket his gear.

And then ever so casually pick out a rafter that appears to be a wee bit important to anybody who might want out of that hole, walk up to it...

And knock the thing over. Timbeeeeeeer-]

You were saying?

You're knocking those over like you can keep me trapped down here. [Purposely picking the spot where that rafter used to be, he's taking a running start at the wall beside it and running up a few steps, enough to catch onto another dangling rafter and swing himself up.]

[...Only he'll take advantage of temporarily weak balance and just shove him right back down there]

I have an open schedule.

[Hissing at that shove because his ribs still ache, Vanitas is quick to reach and grab that scarf, yanking the stranger down with him as he topples backwards.]

[You thought your ribs hurt before, but man, how's it feel having somebody the same size as you land on you, Vanitas?

Riku's quick to spring to his feet all the same]

Didn't plan that out well, did you?

[It's a good thing that despite the rough landing, Vanitas had his feet up; downside is, the cloaked smart-aleck had already sprung away. Rolling onto his feet, he ignored the wheeze in his tone as he snorted.]

It got you down here where I can shut you up.

Sounds like you're doing worse than I am, actually.

Mine isn't due to immune system failure. [Let's see, kneecaps first? That might be fun, he won't be able to escape then...]

No, somebody must've beat you up.

[Shame he's just going to evade. Between being the same physical type and not having broken ribs, this isn't difficult to do.

For that matter, he'll pause to adjust his scarf. Euphemia loaned it to him, he'd best take care of it]

Couldn't possibly be from training instead, no, you have to assume I'm weak. [Rolling his eyes, Vanitas reached to grab a splintered chunk of wood off the nearest broken pillar, before settling into a... familiar battle stance. That pause to adjust that nasty pink scarf makes him scoff.]

Girly boy has to take care of his looks, huh.

[He only meets that baiting with a flat tone, the shift of his weight all but invisible under his coat]

It's not mine, so I should return it in good condition.

[Snorting, he smirks again anyway.] Right.

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