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[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[there are heavy footsteps sounding down one of the hallways, slow and deliberate.]

Don't think you can hide from me here.

[That voice should sound familiar to many people, but not the tone. It's low but feminine, slightly husky, and full of dark intent. The suit and mask are unmistakable, but the figure is at least a head taller, and definitely female.]

[she--he, for that's who's in control right now--slams a door open, darkness curling around the fingers of his borrowed body. He's angry. He doesn't get angry often, and when he does, it's cold, controlled rage. This is chaotic, hungry fury.]

You can't keep running forever, Ventus.



[ooc: darklinked -mun here with...well. Just be careful, his bite's even worse than his bark. info here(again, bbs spoilers)]

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[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[That voice...

When Ven spots "Vanitas," he stops dead in his tracks, watching warily from a distance. There has to be some kind of mistake; there's no way his suspicions are true, right?

Taking a deep breath, he tries to pass by Vanitas unnoticed.

However, being Ven, he should be easy to spot anyway.]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[he's on edge, and his heightened state of emotion doesn't make him any less observant. He'd know that person anywhere, even if he couldn't feel his heart.]

Just a matter of time.

[strange...there's something a little different about Ventus. But he can't bring himself to care at the moment. He's focused only on one thing.]

You knew what would happen if you made a break for it.

[he's approaching now, that darkness still curving and twitching around his hand like a living thing. The shadows of several small Unversed sprout behind him, but he forces them back into nothingness again. He doesn't want distractions.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Ven stops in his tracks, reluctantly turning towards Vanitas.

To call him suspicious would be a pretty huge understatement, really.]

I'm not afraid of you.

[He doesn't like where this is going, but he's seen enough versions of Vanitas to know how stubborn they are. If it's a fight he wants, he'll fight-- but not because he wants to.]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[you can probably hear his grin.]

Of course not.

[he clenches his fist, and the swirl of darkness finally vanishes from sight.]

That's why you turned your back on your friends like a coward, huh?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I'd never turn my back on my friends!

[And, just like that, he's tensing up and shooting Vanitas a nasty glare.]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

The truth hurts, doesn't it. I never did explain what happened to Terra. [relishing that glare like...you don't even want to know.]

Though this-- [he flicks a hand at himself sharply] is pretty self-explanatory, right? Even an idiot like you can't deny it.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[He's right; even with the difference in tone, Ven recognizes that voice.

While he's trying not to let his guard down, Vanitas might be able to sense his distress.]

What'd you do, Vanitas?

[shroudedwind.livejournal.com]

[...Now that's interesting.

Hopefully Vanitas won't mind being stalked just a little by-- nope, it's not another Vanitas. Who is this Vanitas you speak of?]

aw yeah bodyswap bros XD;

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[hey hey hey, he's the one that does the stalking around here. He stops, annoyed by the other presence, but curious at the same time.]

And what do you want.

not quite on this kid's end, but he's still kinda creepy!

[shroudedwind.livejournal.com]

[Hah. That was fast...]

Answers, for one. Who're you supposed to be?

[Despite the yellow eyes and dark armor, he sounds like Ventus, not a strange mix of Ven and Vanitas. His tone however... is pretty different. Take that as you will.]

I noticed that about five minutes too late, haha;;

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[darkness knows darkness, after all...even if it is strange. Like he's one to talk.]

I could say the same to you.

[no eyes visible behind that helmet, but "she" is definitely giving this Ventus an up and down.]

You're supposed to be too chicken to go this far. What a joke.

it's okay! The icons are from Venitas, after all.

[shroudedwind.livejournal.com]

Chicken?

[Pfffft.]

Get real; I'm no coward.

[Though "she" does seem to recognize him. That's interesting...]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

My memory's not that bad.

[Vanitas steps to the left, starting to circle him thoughtfully. He's decided he likes the extra height this body gives him, even if the extra...assets get in the way sometimes.]

You are Ventus, aren't you?

[shroudedwind.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your height; at least he's a smaller target and rather agile.]

That's right.

[He steps to the side, continuing to watch Vanitas very carefully.]

Now, you gonna tell me who you are? It's not fair to leave me in the dark.

[A beat.]

After all, you seem to know all about me.

[exmariascientia.livejournal.com]

Looking for someone?

[This coming from a white-haired woman of a distinctly similar build, regarding the newcomer with interest.]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[he actually stops, turning his head to regard her, though his body stays put. Interesting. Very interesting. He's not quite sure what to make of it, in fact, so he falls back on what he always does and covers that with bluster.]

Definitely not you.

[exmariascientia.livejournal.com]

[She gives a bit of a shrug-] I thought so. I was merely about to ask if you needed help.

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

Help? [he sounds almost amused.] He can't hide from me.

[his curiosity's piqued, though, so he adds almost casually--]

Who are you, anyway?

[exmariascientia.livejournal.com]

If you're sure whoever you're looking for is here, he might likely have more of an advantage than you'd think.

My name's Xehanort. And who might you be? I've seen the outfit around before.

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be so confident about things you don't understand. [that twinge of condescension vanishes, however, when she gives her name. It's met with a moment of silence, then a chuckle. Which grows into a full-fledged, slightly hysterical laugh.]

Of all the--oh, that's rich! So the old man got lucky, huh?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ My, my. It's not every day one sees a Vanitas in a feminine shape. In fact, this armored, helmeted Vanitas leaning casually against a nearby doorway may seem something like a (shorter) mirror image, being female as well and all. ]

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure he likes this doubles thing. It was nice being original--okay, maybe not nice. He's never nice.]

There's got to be something more interesting to gawk at around here.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ She sounds amused; hard to look it with your face covered, after all. ]

Who's gawking?

[crossedcrisis.livejournal.com]

[he actually shuts up for a moment, frustrated. He's not used to his quips being thrown back in his face. He lets his voice go flat, cold.]

Looks like the old man's been busy.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

What, you think that old bastard had the foresight to make a second little puppet? Don't be ridiculous.