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[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ It's never a good thing when a Vanitas is happy.

And Creepertas is very pleased. He's waited and waited, faced with incompetence and idiocy. His patience seems to be rewarded...to a degree.

Still no sign of Master Xehanort, but the presence of a Ventus-- his Ventus, or so he's led to believe, is a very good start. It means he can pick up the pace, now that he has the right guinea pig.

The fact that he's met a competent double is just the icing on the cake.

Right now he's carrying a battered down cage and examining a few posters. The posters in question aren't the ones set up about him, but a few newer ones with much cleaner writing. About... heh, Terra.

Making it seem as though he's lost sight of his light is a good first step. ]

[ ooc; Spoilers in the icons. ]

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[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is evidently not in the right place.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Well, well.

[ Another one of those empty shells... ]

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

...Huh?

...What?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

I didn't expect to run into one of you so soon.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

One of... what?

[He's getting bad vibes off this guy... or he would be if he could.]

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[More posters - oh. Xehanort takes one off the wall, reads it-

Crumples it up, pointedly.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Is it not to your liking?

[ Chillin'. ]

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

Hah. [Playing it cool.] Trying to turn the tables?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. If anything, this will give Ventus the warm welcome he deserves.

[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

By confusing him. Making him doubt his friend. I can see how you'd call that 'warm'.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ You know what's good about alternate universes? No one cares or even notices the darkness and light inside or outside of you. Plus, he has no clue who Terra is, so the posters don't interest him--the cage, however, does. So his attention goes from one of the posters he was standing and reading to what he's holding. He doesn't ask, of course. Then again, he's almost at the end of his soda bottle, and they tend to make rather loud sounds when they're out of liquid and you're still trying to drink... when it makes that raspy sound, it's sort of a dead giveaway. ... oh yay. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ ...

And he abruptly turns towards Riku. ]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ Whooo quickly glares down at his soda. You betrayer. Like every other Riku, his base is darkness, but he's got light slowly building up, thanks to the kindness he's received in the Dressing Room. He chances up a glance to Vanitas, and gives a half-hearted gesture to his helmet. ]

Can you eat with that thing?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ ...Of all the things to say. ]

You're assuming I wear this at all times.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

It looks pretty hard to get off.

[ He shrugs, trying to play it cool, fiddling a bit with his gloves. ]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ ...tearing one of those posters down, hi. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Heh heh. ]

Don't like what you see?

[derparture.livejournal.com]

It's not true.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

No, it technically is.

[derparture.livejournal.com]

He hasn't lost sight of it. He won't.

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Hello, Ventus.

[ He turns away from one of the posters and steps a wee bit closer. ]

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

What're you up to now?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Who says I'm up to anything?

[ Tsk. You so slow. ]

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

Fine, then you just look like you are.