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[ In the middle of one of the halls, a portal opens up, flinging this here Vanitas out and against the wall. As he makes an impact, he drops his weapon and remains still... very, very briefly.

And then he gets right back up, picks up his Keyblade, and takes a quick look around. That duplicate did this. So maybe he was the same Vanitas that formed a "bond" with that Princess...

Whatever the case, if he were anyone else, he might be angry by his present condition, but because he's Vanitas? Only mildly frustrated. Maybe he should go after her again, just to see how things resulted... ]

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[Even is just collecting main characters these days. He's in the process of leaving a room when Vanitas zooms past, and he just...watches.

He also has a mug of coffee, which he is going to sip loudly as he gives Vanitas a look.]

That was graceful.

I don't think that's any of your business.

[ He casts a glance over at Even. Had he no mask, it might be a smirk... ]

I wasn't saying it was.

Are you enjoying that Unversed of yours?

[pause. Even knows two things: he is very good about locking his lab, and he's never spoken to this kid, so putting those together means he clearly knows something-]

Yes. I'm thinking of naming it Fluffy.

If I were to guess, I'd say you're a scientist. The one who takes care of that little runt, right? The one Ventus saved...

[ Heh. ]

You know, there are other kinds of Unversed. I'm sure your inquiring mind would just love to study more...

Ienzo is not a runt, but you are correct.

[paaaause again.]

The others aren't convenient hubs of flavored milk.

So you'd rather waste your time using it as an appliance than studying the creature itself? And here I thought you had potential...

Too bad. I might've been able to help you in your little studies.

Now, now, no need for hastiness. [do not patronize him, little Van.]

You sound like you have a proposal.

Hm? So you're interested after all?

[ Oh hush. It's all a part of the manipulation... ]

In that case, perhaps I could offer... some assistance. I can provide you with any type of Unversed your heart desires with ease. I can even make it so they don't attack you...

[Even is annoyingly easy to manipulate when it comes to science. :|]

Really?

Really.

[ And, to demonstrate, he summons a Flood. Tiny, innocent enough... ]

[Even, in all of his distrusting glory, takes a step back despite the not-going-to-attack bit a moment ago. he is giving it a scrutinizing look.]

[ The Flood does nothing, just stands there and looks up at Even. Vanitas remains where he's at, quietly waiting for a response. ]

[well. alright, if it isn't going to do anything, Even is going to look at Vanitas again.]

What are you intending to get out of this? [WHAT DOES HE OWE, CREEPERTAS]

Who says I'm after anything at all? Maybe I feel generous.

[ Translation: Tamper with these creatures and give into darkness. It'll be fun. :D ]

Hm.

[this would end right here if Even knew anything about Vanitae, but alas.]

And when I'm done with them?

You can start on the next one. Study to your heart's content.

[ Heh heh... ]

It could take some time, after all.

I meant what do I do with this when I'm done with it?

[does he look like a fighter to you.]

When you're done, I'll know. You won't have to move a muscle.

What are you going to do, watch me?

[creep.]

[Not too long later, Kairi was limping her way down a different hall (that connects to this one), wincing and holding her left arm. She didn't look too injured but roughed up enough that her clothes were a mess, so was her hair and her arm had an ugly bruise on it; not to mention that limp. Her right ankle was sprained and hastily wrapped, but she was missing a crutch.

Passing the other hallway slowly.. she looked upset, rubbing an eye and wiping her face from time to time.]

I can feel the Unversed's presence. Call it a gift if you want.

[ Well, well, well...

He's going to quietly trail behind her for a while and then... ]

You're a mess.

[This is the same one that she keeps running into, she's starting to be able to tell much quicker. Doesn't pick her head up, using her hair to act as a curtain and block the view of her face, though she paused walking.] What do you want now. [Determined not to sniff at all.]

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