[ While bird boy hacks away at the vines, Vanitas makes sure to carefully burn the sap. No reason for any of that to get on them. While he has no idea what it would do, Vanitas isn't about to trust it either.
The comment made about absurdity makes him snort. ]
Not sure what you expected. It's been stupid since our arrival. There was no hope the moment we got here.
Would've been simpler if it didn't escalate like this.
[Although that isn't to say that Sandalphon thought to expect any better. He is, after all, a consummate pessimist. Still, it won't stop him from fighting the situation, and this overgrown plant makes a fine target for that]
What's to expect, when none of this makes sense?
[The path comes to a fork, and Sandalphon pauses. The vines are there in great quantity regardless of the path they take, because of course they are. Of course]
Every world has their own set of rules. Usually it's just a matter of figuring them out. [ A shrug. ] Or breaking them entirely.
[ Though it might seem like none of them can here. This is probably one of the more disturbing realization that any from "his" pocket of reality could have. Their Keyblades are limited and they are unable to leave. Even Vanitas can feel the strain on his body, limiting the number of his Unversed that are able to beckon to him. ]
Right now the question is: split up or stay together.
[ Because at this point Vanitas is fine with either. ]
[Sandalphon has some experience with breaking the world itself, or coming terribly close. However, he knew how the Skies functioned and the principles on which they operated. As much isn't true of this place they find themselves in.
Evaluating their options, Sandalphon looks one way, and then the other]
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[ While bird boy hacks away at the vines, Vanitas makes sure to carefully burn the sap. No reason for any of that to get on them. While he has no idea what it would do, Vanitas isn't about to trust it either.
The comment made about absurdity makes him snort. ]
Not sure what you expected. It's been stupid since our arrival. There was no hope the moment we got here.
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[Although that isn't to say that Sandalphon thought to expect any better. He is, after all, a consummate pessimist. Still, it won't stop him from fighting the situation, and this overgrown plant makes a fine target for that]
What's to expect, when none of this makes sense?
[The path comes to a fork, and Sandalphon pauses. The vines are there in great quantity regardless of the path they take, because of course they are. Of course]
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[ Though it might seem like none of them can here. This is probably one of the more disturbing realization that any from "his" pocket of reality could have. Their Keyblades are limited and they are unable to leave. Even Vanitas can feel the strain on his body, limiting the number of his Unversed that are able to beckon to him. ]
Right now the question is: split up or stay together.
[ Because at this point Vanitas is fine with either. ]
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Evaluating their options, Sandalphon looks one way, and then the other]
I wouldn't have a way to alert you, if I find it.
[Though he won't object to dividing their search]