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[shadowdive]

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.]

Comments

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[subvertio.livejournal.com]

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...]

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[databinder.livejournal.com]

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]

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[subvertio.livejournal.com]

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.

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[databinder.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[subvertio.livejournal.com]

[Snorting, he smirks again anyway.] Right.