It's a trap!

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Hmm... Now what's all this about?

In this particular hallway, it appears that the floor has been lined with oil, and lots of it. What's more, said oil slick leads straight down into a particular door-- the door to the trap room. Of course, the oil used isn't motor oil; that would be too obvious.

Instead, the oil is clear, probably some kind of cooking oil. Whatever the case, anyone who wanders carelessly is sure to find themselves sliding straight down the hall and into traps galore.

And somewhere in that room, Vanitas is waiting to see how many fall into his own trap. His reasoning remains to be seen. ]

[ooc: Tags will be slow-ish, as I'm visiting family.

Standard spoiler warnings apply.]

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ Cue the shriek as Kairi slips and lands on her butt, sliding right down the hall. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Ha ha ha... And now he's just waiting for her to land in one of the traps. A giant mouse trap, perhaps? Or a cage... So many choices. ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ A cage, it looks like! A small one that she can barely move around in. ]

What--!?

[magicwishing.livejournal.com]

[ SHE IS DISTRACTED and busy thinking as she's walking, so she slips and falls, crying out in surprise. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Well then...

[ And this would be the part where Vanitas strolls right on up to the cage. ]

Looks like you've run into some trouble.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ SLOW CLAP. This is turning out to be quite interesting. ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Oh great, one of you guys.

[ She'll just... try to get more comfortable. That's not proving very easy. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

One of "me"? You'll have to be more specific... Princess.

[ Heh. He senses that darkness... Oh yes. And though his face is hidden under his helmet, he's focusing on her eyes. Interesting. ]

[magicwishing.livejournal.com]

[ Almost doesn't hear that, too busy trying to keep from sliding down the hall. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Well, he'll wait until she makes it inside. Maybe even send some Unversed out to keep her moving. ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

A Vanitas, of course.

[ She gives up once she's pretty much upright, though she's still folded up awkwardly. ]

[magicwishing.livejournal.com]

[ aaaand there she goes into the room. \o/ ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

So you've heard of me? I'm impressed...

[ He steps closer. ]

Then again, I guess that's to be expected, wouldn't you agree? After all... that darkness of yours is suspicious.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ So where will she land? Hmmm... ]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ What is cheating, Xigbar was hovering two inches over the floor because she felt like it. ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ She doesn't look at all scared, or worried, despite the fact that she's sitting in a cramped cage. ]

Is it?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ ... Drat.

Well, this calls for a bruiser to give her an extra push. ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

In fact, it feels an awful lot like mine.

[ He props one hand up against the bars. ]

Interesting.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, things happen.

[ Maybe you should stick your hand in the cage. So I can bite your fingers off. B| ]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Fuck she lost the game. Feet on the floor, sliding --

And then she makes it seem like she's skating. Trolling the troll? TRY AGAIN. ]

Oh Va - ni - taaaas!

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

"Things", huh? Something tells me there's more to it...

[ Hmmmm... ]

Have you met Ventus?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ NOOOOOO.

... That's it.

Now two bruisers are trying to grab her arms. This means war!

or maybe he's just bored. ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

I've met a couple of them.

[ Technically true! ]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

You don't say.

[ Hm. ]

And are they... friends of yours?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

No.

[ After all, one is her boyfriend, which isn't the same thing... the one back home is an enemy. ]