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[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Unaffected? Check. Bored? Check.

It's been a rather dull few weeks. With no sign of his Master and no sign of Ventus, he's resorted to sneaking around and occasionally spying on the residents. It's strange, to him, how so many look remarkably like Ventus, yet are completely different in all other aspects. Rikus have also proven fascinating to him, mostly due to their darkness.

Speaking of darkness, Vanitas has decided to do a little test. In short, he's let a few stray Unversed into the hall from who-knows-where, all while keeping completely out of sight.

Beware. They're kind of large and surrounded by smaller Unversed as well. Consider them... bait. ]

[ ooc; I have a small request: I'd like the brainbreak for Vanitas to be kept to a minimum if at all possible. Event folks are more than welcome, of course, as are anyone-- I just don't want him to be too mortified. There won't be spoilers right now, so long as you don't look at his userpic page, which contains icons of his face. I will not be using them here, so no worries.

ETA; There are spoilers in the thread with tiny!Xehanort. ]

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[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[... gulp. ]

This really isn't the time.

[This can't be any different from dealing with Heartless - can it? Okay, hauling out the Keyblade, shifting into a combat stance...]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ The Bruisers are proceeding to hop forward, creating shockwaves, while the Scrappers try to strike with their claws.

The latter are the weakest, though it would be advisable to take out the big guys quickly. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Right. He can do this. Taking out a nearby Scrapper, two, strikes forceful if none too rapid; those shocks really, really aren't helping the situation, mind. He stumbles back, almost falling over.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Vanitas will contnue to watch until they're taken out. This boy is... strange. iHe remembers him from before. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Cleared a bit of breathing room... a Bruiser, now. He dives into a roll to get closer and jumps to his feet.]

Let's do this.

[That would have looked better if it wasn't for the shockwave after it sending him stumbling again, but all the same, he lunges for the Bruiser with a yell.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ They'll go down eventually. As far as Unversed go, these are some of the weaker ones. After all, they were mostly sent to see who would crawl out of the woodworks. ]

Spoilers via attack names...

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Smack! Dodge - make that dodge roll, he's getting around the back to keep up his attack, damn it, another Scrapper to sort out over here...

Enough around he thinks he can try something. Take the crowd out. Focus, focus, pick the moment...
Star Burst.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ ... Well that's interesting. That particular shoot lock... Hah hah.

And he's so young, too. Well, that should handle the Unversed, at least. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Good, because that seriously took it out of him. He takes a deep breath, a couple more, lowers his key...]

... that had better be enough.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Interesting choice of attacks. It's... well, familiar, to say the least.

[ Did he just appear out of thin air? Was he there the whole time? Who knows! ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Familiar...?

[Trying not to look surprised. Okay, he recognises the kit from that one run in, but beyond that...]

How so? Do I know you?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

I think the more appropriate question is whether I know you...

[ He pushes away from the wall and slowly approaches Xehanort. ]

Tell me, what's your name?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Cautiously eying Vanitas back-]

It's Xehanort. Is it likely you're going to give yours?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Xehanort.

[ Hah hah hah... ]

I see. Surely not Master Xehanort, hm?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Thought as much. He gives a shake of the head.]

Maybe one day. But not the old one I've seen, at least.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

But that shoot lock wasn't one of his abilities, was it?

[ He shakes his head. ]

It looked more like one of Terra's, in fact.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[That gets a look of what the-?]

I - can't say I ever saw a demonstration off him. It's just something I learned to do.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

And where did you learn it, I wonder?

[ His tone is filled with amusement. Oh, this is rich. ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He scratches his head with his free hand.]

I don't know. It just came to me when - I had a lot to deal with.

[And that is weirding him out now he thinks about it. ... Well, who's asking probably isn't helping from the weird point of view.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Did you know that my Master had plans for Terra?

[ Why is he telling? To see if this kid can piece it together, of course! ]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, giving a look of 'how should I know?']

Your master was - the other Xehanort? I knew they had - connections. What they were, though, I'd never heard.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ So naive. Vanitas crosses his arms, giving this... Xehanort another look over. ]

Terra is to become his new vessel.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Wait. What. His eyes widen.]

...So that's it...

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

That's right. He's growing old, and a Keyblade Master is capable of placing their heart inside a new body again and again.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[His head's spinning, but he's trying his best not to let it show. (It's not entirely successful.)

He does, however, move his hand over his heart.]