As if his day couldn't get any worse...

[purifiedvanity.livejournal.com]

 

[Anyone walking through one of the slightly lesser-used hallways should take note of where they step, as there is a newcomer lying face-down on the ground. Despite the fact that the young man is wearing relatively normal clothing, from the faint smells of smoke and ozone and the lingering traces of what could only have been heavy doses of Light-based magic near him, it's more than clear that he just came from some kind of heated battle.

Well, however the fight had started, this kid was clearly on the losing end of it--he's completely out cold. The color of the mass of spikes that can only be called 'hair' on his head, while normally being a dead give-away as to the identity of this particular new arrival, anyone sensitive to Light and Dark will be able to tell right away that there is something... different about this one.]

[[ooc: Icon and cut used as a precautionary measure, but all others are very spoilerific. Beyond that, have fun with this kid.]]

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[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Another Vanitas? Well, given his time in the DR, Ven knows better than to assume every Vanitas is bad news, but he'll still approach with extreme caution.]

[purifiedvanity.livejournal.com]

[It looks like this is one is starting to stir a little--at least enough to be trying to get up. However, the process is shaky, and there's a soft, pained sort of gasp he lets out when he manages to get to one knee.] Damn it... that actually hurt...

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[He frowns. Even if most versions of Vanitas are jerks, he can't just ignore someone in pain.]

Hey, are you okay?

1/2

[purifiedvanity.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even lift his head, but he's... chuckling. It's not quite as dark as one would expect, but it's certainly dry amusement he's conveying.] Well what do you know...

[And he's trying to get to both feet again--can't show weakness, even after he's had his ass handed to him.]You're not as useless as I thought you'd be. You and that mouse--

[It looks like he's about to put a hand to his head--the room won't stop spinning, and the colors are all wrong--but when his hand, instead of meeting a helmet, meets his forehead, he stops that sentence right in it's tracks.]

[purifiedvanity.livejournal.com]

[And then he looks up, his hand still on his head and his very blue eyes locking onto yours. There's this... outright odd and almost alarming mixture of emotions on his face. Shock, disbelief--

Anger. This one seems to win out, and his next words come out in a rather low, almost dangerous tone.] What did you and that stupid mouse do to me?

[All that anger, and no Unversed.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Mouse...? Does he mean Mickey?

Give him a second, while he tries to figure out what's going on.

... Nope, he's got nothing.]

I don't know what you're talking about. Does it have something to do with when you attacked me?

fancy meeting you here 8)

[darklinked.livejournal.com]

[light or dark or resemblance to certain people aside--someone's hurt and he needs to help!]

Hey--are you okay!?

[crouching down now to check for injuries and to help him up, if he needs it.]

oh hi there :)

[purifiedvanity.livejournal.com]

[Ugh... no, he is not okay. Everything hurts, and he barely manages to actually push himself up to his knees. He'd reply, but... he's not the most coherent thing in the world right now.]

[darklinked.livejournal.com]

Take it easy...

[he'll cast Cura for good measure. He can't exactly leave this sort of thing alone.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, hey. People gotta walk around here, you know?

[ conscious or not, axel's on the verge of toeing him out of the way if he doesn't move soon. ]