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darkcharge) wrote2019-06-07 11:40 pm
darkcharge) wrote2019-06-07 11:40 pm
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[masquerade continuation!]
So similar, but not quite. What is the difference, then?
[Not that he's intending to use them, really, but. this is something interesting put in front of him. of course he's curious.
It sounds like far too much Darkness, honestly, but his voice remains even- or reasonably even, at least.]
The seed of darkness within people, then, is it…. Out of balanced- tipped more towards Darkness, then? Is that a regular occurrence, or- due to some party's actions?
So similar, but not quite. What is the difference, then?
[Not that he's intending to use them, really, but. this is something interesting put in front of him. of course he's curious.
It sounds like far too much Darkness, honestly, but his voice remains even- or reasonably even, at least.]
The seed of darkness within people, then, is it…. Out of balanced- tipped more towards Darkness, then? Is that a regular occurrence, or- due to some party's actions?
Teleportation is literally one second you're there and the next you're not. Corridors still connect two spaces. They still require you to cross from point A to point B.
[ Be mindful about showing any strain, Thancred. Vanitas can pick up on it like a shark and a drop of blood. ]
Of course it's because of a party's actions. Ten years prior, I wasn't really coming into contact with Heartless everywhere I went.
[ Be mindful about showing any strain, Thancred. Vanitas can pick up on it like a shark and a drop of blood. ]
Of course it's because of a party's actions. Ten years prior, I wasn't really coming into contact with Heartless everywhere I went.
[ A continuation ]
You could say I'm in the process of figuring that one out.
[ In other words? That's a no, Marie. ]
You could say I'm in the process of figuring that one out.
[ In other words? That's a no, Marie. ]
Edited 2019-12-08 14:30 (UTC)
So let me get this straight... You do not live anywhere, you do not like anything, you have nothing you enjoy... So what are you usually doing? How are you spending your days?
[Marie.exe is going to overheat and stop responding at this rate]
[Marie.exe is going to overheat and stop responding at this rate]
[Van’s package is one of the biggest Marie has delivered tonight. Inside he will find a warm sweater, a comfortable blanket, some packaged food to last a few days in case of emergency and a really cute stuffed shark doll.
“Does he not look a bit like you? ♥ Please take better care of yourself, find a place to live and do not put off Bonding” is what the attached note reads]
“Does he not look a bit like you? ♥ Please take better care of yourself, find a place to live and do not put off Bonding” is what the attached note reads]
[ Vanitas will find a small, black gift box with deep blue ribbons wrapped around it.
Inside, there's a wing-shaped black pendant which Wataru himself had crafted. There's also a message that says: ]
There's not much I can personally do for you, but I hope this present is of your liking, and that you may have a happier next year coming ahead of you.
- Wataru
Inside, there's a wing-shaped black pendant which Wataru himself had crafted. There's also a message that says: ]
There's not much I can personally do for you, but I hope this present is of your liking, and that you may have a happier next year coming ahead of you.
- Wataru
[ Ventus is shoving the plat at him - again not that Vanitas knows that it is him. He doesn't know how to react or what to do. There's items on there that he hasn't selected. Stuff he has no idea if eh is going to like. Worst of all, Vanitas hasn't asked for this. ]
You're super energetic...
[A small package is left for the recipient wrapped in tissue paper with a little red bow tied around it. Inside is a simple box with a homemade chocolate cake inside. There's a little note attached!]
happy valentines day!
no smashing this one in someone's face, okay? just yours. i hope you like it!
-sora
happy valentines day!
no smashing this one in someone's face, okay? just yours. i hope you like it!
-sora
[Surprise, son! On his nightstand, Vani will be gifted with several large peanut butter cups neatly wrapped. As well as a note:]
'Something for you for the holiday. Hope this is to your liking!
-Mira'
'Something for you for the holiday. Hope this is to your liking!
-Mira'
[ It's been long enough since Vanitas consented to doing a favor for a one-armed man in a tattoo shop that no one could blame either of them for putting the event from their minds altogether. A brief meet-up, insignificant, fleeting. A sharing of magic between the two of them, with Vanitas generating it and Sasuke absorbing what was on offer.
But that connection wasn't something so meaningless that it could be washed away without a trace, prints from both of them still lingering on one another's psyche in a way impossible to perceive until it's too late.
The next time Vanitas chooses to sleep is when it happens, the world of Aefenglom fading for what should be a night of his own dreams – no doubt at worst – or a rest without any at best. Instead he'll trade the scenery of Geargadas for something far more tranquil and innocuous: a lake stretches out before him, wholly undisturbed save for a few wisps of stream curling up off of the surface just in front of him. If he looks down he'll see a dock, wooden slats seeming large beneath small sandaled feet. An equally tiny hand lifts to his face, fingertips barely grazing the skin around his mouth before they jerk back. It stings, unseen burns making him hesitate before he'll give into a mighty sigh. Still not good enough, echoes the thought in his head, even as those two hands come together to absently form a few slow hand seals for practice. A few moments pass before the young boy whose eyes Vanitas sees through will turn on his heel, abandoning his spot on that dock to trudge back up to the adjacent main road. The scenery comes second to his self-deprecating thoughts, eyes focused more often on the nondescript dirt path beneath him than the trees dotting the landscape.
It's a few blurry minutes before a dusty road turns to cobbled stone, eyes lifting to a gate that simultaneously fills him with dread and excitement. He'll be home soon, another unbidden thought that spurs on a quickened pace. The streets within the compound are largely empty as he passes store fronts and homes alike, worrying at the inside of his cheek when he reaches his own. Shoes toed off at the entrance, he navigates to the back porch, hoping to avoid being spotted by his father. Surely all he'd do is scold him for returning home so late, after all, with maybe a punishment or two waiting–
"Sasuke? Wait a minute." The gentle voice of a woman interrupts his thoughts, with his head lifting to catch sight of her in one of the side rooms. She sighs, a warm sound, before she's approaching and kneeling down to his level. ]
What is it? [ He barely gets the words out before she's lifting her hand, flinching at the sudden contact with his burnt skin... but any discomfort is quick to fade. Her touch is caring and soft as she applies ointment to her son's face, small bandages stuck overtop the worst of the marks with equal attention and precision. It chases away the doubts that were haunting him the entire walk back just like it soothes his aches and pains, her smile lingering in his mind more than anything else even as the dream begins to fade. One emotion above all others stands out and will be felt by Vanitas the most sharply when he wakes.
Love. ]
But that connection wasn't something so meaningless that it could be washed away without a trace, prints from both of them still lingering on one another's psyche in a way impossible to perceive until it's too late.
The next time Vanitas chooses to sleep is when it happens, the world of Aefenglom fading for what should be a night of his own dreams – no doubt at worst – or a rest without any at best. Instead he'll trade the scenery of Geargadas for something far more tranquil and innocuous: a lake stretches out before him, wholly undisturbed save for a few wisps of stream curling up off of the surface just in front of him. If he looks down he'll see a dock, wooden slats seeming large beneath small sandaled feet. An equally tiny hand lifts to his face, fingertips barely grazing the skin around his mouth before they jerk back. It stings, unseen burns making him hesitate before he'll give into a mighty sigh. Still not good enough, echoes the thought in his head, even as those two hands come together to absently form a few slow hand seals for practice. A few moments pass before the young boy whose eyes Vanitas sees through will turn on his heel, abandoning his spot on that dock to trudge back up to the adjacent main road. The scenery comes second to his self-deprecating thoughts, eyes focused more often on the nondescript dirt path beneath him than the trees dotting the landscape.
It's a few blurry minutes before a dusty road turns to cobbled stone, eyes lifting to a gate that simultaneously fills him with dread and excitement. He'll be home soon, another unbidden thought that spurs on a quickened pace. The streets within the compound are largely empty as he passes store fronts and homes alike, worrying at the inside of his cheek when he reaches his own. Shoes toed off at the entrance, he navigates to the back porch, hoping to avoid being spotted by his father. Surely all he'd do is scold him for returning home so late, after all, with maybe a punishment or two waiting–
"Sasuke? Wait a minute." The gentle voice of a woman interrupts his thoughts, with his head lifting to catch sight of her in one of the side rooms. She sighs, a warm sound, before she's approaching and kneeling down to his level. ]
What is it? [ He barely gets the words out before she's lifting her hand, flinching at the sudden contact with his burnt skin... but any discomfort is quick to fade. Her touch is caring and soft as she applies ointment to her son's face, small bandages stuck overtop the worst of the marks with equal attention and precision. It chases away the doubts that were haunting him the entire walk back just like it soothes his aches and pains, her smile lingering in his mind more than anything else even as the dream begins to fade. One emotion above all others stands out and will be felt by Vanitas the most sharply when he wakes.
Love. ]
[ Sasuke, of course, will not get out of things unscathed.
It all starts with a Flood filling his vision. There's some curiosity. Mostly, there's a feeling of disgust that comes with gazing upon the twitching creature. Then, as if by magic a blade appears in hand. However it isn't a usual blade, oh no. Void Gear looks more like a giant, chained key than anything else. Yet there's no internal puzzling over where it comes from. Instead he takes a swing at the Flood. The creature is destroyed in one swing. It vanishes into something like a dark cloud of smoke. There's relief. ...For all but a few seconds anyway.
Then there is a pain that grips at his chest. Severe, stabbing. He falls to his knees, completely overwhelmed by it. And in the process? More of those creatures appear. More Floods. Scrappers. Their attention turns toward their maker. Even though there's that ache in his chest, he still lashes out. Fear. Panic. He destroys them all bu it only intensifies the pain. He doesn't know what's going on. Why is this happening? Why does it hurt so much?
He falls to his knees. His chest feels tight and something is bubbling in the back of this throat. Those emotions are consuming him, wanting to burst out while he is working so hard to contain them. It doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Even as his own hands claw at his chest, something is coming. Before he knows it, he's coughing. Hacking. What follows is heaving. What falls from his mouth is a thick, black substance. It doesn't stop. The more he allows his fear to have a hold on him, he more he spits up. His throat burns and abdominal muscles begin to ache. There's barely any breath in his lungs, for as soon as he can get air, he's vomiting again.
And, of course, it doesn't stop. There are ears stinging his eyes and everything hurts. All he wants is this to stop. Why this? Why him? And when it is more than he can bear?
All he can do is pass out. ]
It all starts with a Flood filling his vision. There's some curiosity. Mostly, there's a feeling of disgust that comes with gazing upon the twitching creature. Then, as if by magic a blade appears in hand. However it isn't a usual blade, oh no. Void Gear looks more like a giant, chained key than anything else. Yet there's no internal puzzling over where it comes from. Instead he takes a swing at the Flood. The creature is destroyed in one swing. It vanishes into something like a dark cloud of smoke. There's relief. ...For all but a few seconds anyway.
Then there is a pain that grips at his chest. Severe, stabbing. He falls to his knees, completely overwhelmed by it. And in the process? More of those creatures appear. More Floods. Scrappers. Their attention turns toward their maker. Even though there's that ache in his chest, he still lashes out. Fear. Panic. He destroys them all bu it only intensifies the pain. He doesn't know what's going on. Why is this happening? Why does it hurt so much?
He falls to his knees. His chest feels tight and something is bubbling in the back of this throat. Those emotions are consuming him, wanting to burst out while he is working so hard to contain them. It doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Even as his own hands claw at his chest, something is coming. Before he knows it, he's coughing. Hacking. What follows is heaving. What falls from his mouth is a thick, black substance. It doesn't stop. The more he allows his fear to have a hold on him, he more he spits up. His throat burns and abdominal muscles begin to ache. There's barely any breath in his lungs, for as soon as he can get air, he's vomiting again.
And, of course, it doesn't stop. There are ears stinging his eyes and everything hurts. All he wants is this to stop. Why this? Why him? And when it is more than he can bear?
All he can do is pass out. ]
[There is always a chance that she is wrong but the way that message was worded keeps making her wonder. How they're unsure about feelings and emotions and Mira can't help but think of Vanitas.
And she's never been one to simply leave a message when certain matters were concerned. No, she will come to him by means of knocking at his door.
Open up, Mom wants to talk.]
And she's never been one to simply leave a message when certain matters were concerned. No, she will come to him by means of knocking at his door.
Open up, Mom wants to talk.]
[ She probably shouldn't wonder so much. Again, to those that know Vanitas well at this point, it shouldn't be overly hard to figure out. However, that still is very few people. Likely those that live in this house and one or two beyond it.
Still, he can't help but flinch slightly at the knock. Van has no idea who it is, but the timing... ]
It's not locked.
Still, he can't help but flinch slightly at the knock. Van has no idea who it is, but the timing... ]
It's not locked.
Heyo we going into ShB Spoiler territory for the lurkers
inlikethebrume
- 2020-03-02 04:17 (UTC) - ExpandOh shut up. Even I know that it's rude not to respond.
You don't need to keep apologizing either. It's done and over.
You don't need to keep apologizing either. It's done and over.
[The watch may ring and it's Mira's voice on the other end. But there's something off about it.]
It's me. Did I wake you?
It's me. Did I wake you?
[ Only a few people would think to call him regardless. Yet to have a call right now? Has to be something important. ]
Yeah, but it's fine. What's going on?
Yeah, but it's fine. What's going on?
[There's some kind of sudden messed up jumble of emotions that hits across their bond so hard that Sora almost falls plain out of his chair. Wherever he is.]
uh vanitas?? are you okay??
uh vanitas?? are you okay??
[ Vanitas is in the middle of talking to someone when that message hits. He huffs, slapping his hand to cover everything: ]
AGHIIOFDGIHRGF
FINE.
AGHIIOFDGIHRGF
FINE.
Dream: Our Closure (Spoilers for Level 80 DRK Questline)
inlikethebrume
2020-05-01 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Where Vanitas stands is a snowy cliff overlooking a fort of stone. Someone is close by, kneeling as they leave a small token, a flower, on the ground as they kneel. He will know who this woman is because it is Mira, looking almost as she does in Aefenglom except her hair is pulled back. The wind gently picks up, sending the flower sprawling off the ground and away from the hyur as she watches it fly away. Did it serve its purpose? Would whoever the flower is for recieve it?
Those are questions that only Mira can answer.
Taking her sword off her back, she sets it down, holding it up and looks beyond the horizon. She's silent as she shuts her eyes, contemplating something even if there is no sign of what she is thinking. That is...until a familiar voice to both boy and mother speaks, their back turned from Mira and holding their own sword up.]
Clever, clever, clever. Or are we just playing by ear? No matter.
[They wear the armor of Fray but the helm is off, revealing Mira's face. The real Mira opens her eyes for a moment and smiles, her own acknowledgement.]
I wanted this once. More than anything. A chance to speak and be heard...But neither of us needs it anymore. And if we were to look deep within ourselves, we would realize that we never did.
[A slight turn from Mira as Fray speaks more.]
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are. For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.
"Now comes your part,
To cloak yourself in the fiction,
To breathe life into the dead,
To give a voice to the voiceless..."
[Mira in turn, holds up her smile and looks off into the sky. It's as if it were a silent acknowledgement, a wordless way to say 'I will not look back'.]
As we did together that day, when you gave us our answer.
Was it ever mine...?
[With those words and a look of acceptance on her face, Fray vanishes into dark aether, leaving Mira alone on the cliff. There's a feeling in the air, something as if it were at peace. The dark knight pulls out her sword and begins the trek back to Ishgard as the dream merges from the snowy countryside to a dark tavern where Mira finds two figures familiar to Vani from another memory: the auri knight Sid and the elezen girl Rielle, the first looking at the woman approaching.]
Well? Did you find what you were looking for?
[Mira pauses for a moment and it's the first that she speaks within the dream. And yet, her words seem...fitting.]
Closure, perhaps.
[And with those words, the memory as well as the dream, ends.]
Those are questions that only Mira can answer.
Taking her sword off her back, she sets it down, holding it up and looks beyond the horizon. She's silent as she shuts her eyes, contemplating something even if there is no sign of what she is thinking. That is...until a familiar voice to both boy and mother speaks, their back turned from Mira and holding their own sword up.]
Clever, clever, clever. Or are we just playing by ear? No matter.
[They wear the armor of Fray but the helm is off, revealing Mira's face. The real Mira opens her eyes for a moment and smiles, her own acknowledgement.]
I wanted this once. More than anything. A chance to speak and be heard...But neither of us needs it anymore. And if we were to look deep within ourselves, we would realize that we never did.
[A slight turn from Mira as Fray speaks more.]
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are. For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.
"Now comes your part,
To cloak yourself in the fiction,
To breathe life into the dead,
To give a voice to the voiceless..."
[Mira in turn, holds up her smile and looks off into the sky. It's as if it were a silent acknowledgement, a wordless way to say 'I will not look back'.]
As we did together that day, when you gave us our answer.
Was it ever mine...?
[With those words and a look of acceptance on her face, Fray vanishes into dark aether, leaving Mira alone on the cliff. There's a feeling in the air, something as if it were at peace. The dark knight pulls out her sword and begins the trek back to Ishgard as the dream merges from the snowy countryside to a dark tavern where Mira finds two figures familiar to Vani from another memory: the auri knight Sid and the elezen girl Rielle, the first looking at the woman approaching.]
Well? Did you find what you were looking for?
[Mira pauses for a moment and it's the first that she speaks within the dream. And yet, her words seem...fitting.]
Closure, perhaps.
[And with those words, the memory as well as the dream, ends.]
[ While it isn't the first time someone he's bonded with has shared a dream, it is the first time that Vanitas has been the one to experience it. It has him sitting up, a little alarmed.
"Closure," huh? Feels a bit more like acceptance to Vanitas. Maybe, given how rough the lst couple of days and moments have been for Mira, this dream could be what she needs? Vanitas doesn't quite know himself.
He rubs at his face. Perhaps he will speak to Mira on this. Not in the middle of the night, but maybe in the morning to at least let her know? ]
"Closure," huh? Feels a bit more like acceptance to Vanitas. Maybe, given how rough the lst couple of days and moments have been for Mira, this dream could be what she needs? Vanitas doesn't quite know himself.
He rubs at his face. Perhaps he will speak to Mira on this. Not in the middle of the night, but maybe in the morning to at least let her know? ]
How are you doing?
Are you eating properly and getting enough rest?
Come over with your new Bonded for tea sometime! I would love to meet them!
[She attaches a photo of herself doing the peace sign with her hand. Even without the Bond Van is not getting away from Marie’s fussing over him]
Are you eating properly and getting enough rest?
Come over with your new Bonded for tea sometime! I would love to meet them!
[She attaches a photo of herself doing the peace sign with her hand. Even without the Bond Van is not getting away from Marie’s fussing over him]
[ To be fair, he fully expects Marie to keep up with his comings and goings. ]
I've had more than my fair share of rest. My other Bondmates have been pretty strict on that the last couple of weeks.
[ Well that is because he had been wounded and nearly drained of his magic completely. And then he goes and fusses with those leylines barely out of recovery. ]
I've had more than my fair share of rest. My other Bondmates have been pretty strict on that the last couple of weeks.
[ Well that is because he had been wounded and nearly drained of his magic completely. And then he goes and fusses with those leylines barely out of recovery. ]
( sometime during the middle of the month, a package will be left on van's windowsill. inside, a checkered tea towel containing a freshly baked cheerloaf sits, still warm. tucked away in the same towel, one light blonde feather has been carefully placed so that it sticks out of the wrapping as a gentle 'signature' of who might've been the baker.
the loaf has been carefully kneaded, along with given enough compliments to leave that 'cheering' effect. )
the loaf has been carefully kneaded, along with given enough compliments to leave that 'cheering' effect. )
[ So the idea of cheerloaf kind of had freaked Vanitas out. Kneading bread while complementing it? Yeah... Awkward.
Yet he knows who it is that is giving it to him and of course Van is going to accept it. And eat it. So the next time he meets Lio? He'll awkwardly thank him in his own way. ]
Yet he knows who it is that is giving it to him and of course Van is going to accept it. And eat it. So the next time he meets Lio? He'll awkwardly thank him in his own way. ]
Vanitas!
[Have one rabbit-shaped Sora peeking in with swivelling ears. Please answer!]
Vanitas, I have to ask you a weird question!
[Have one rabbit-shaped Sora peeking in with swivelling ears. Please answer!]
Vanitas, I have to ask you a weird question!
[ Meanwhile Van looks as surly as ever. ]
That's nothing new. What is it?
That's nothing new. What is it?
idk probably sometime last month tbh, i just kept forgetting to do this
spirialink
2020-08-03 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been a while since they'd discussed the idea of magic lessons. Maybe even long enough that it might have left Vanitas' memory. But if Vanitas thought Kor was joking about getting him to teach him about magic, he's in for a rude awakening.
There's a loud knocking at his door.]
Hey! Vanitas, you in there?
There's a loud knocking at his door.]
Hey! Vanitas, you in there?
[ Oh he's completely forgotten about Kor and the magic lessons. It had been during a time where he had just been trying to focus on the leylines after all.
Imagine his surprise when there's knocking. When that knocking is for him of all people. Thus Vanitas moves to the door... ]
What...
Imagine his surprise when there's knocking. When that knocking is for him of all people. Thus Vanitas moves to the door... ]
What...
In his mailbox, Vanitas will find a small festively-decorated bag of freshly baked snacks, including brownie bites, apple chips, mini gingerbread cookies and peppermint bark.
Attached is a postcard-sized watercolor painting of a library in warm colors with a few books floating in the air, with a neatly handwritten message on the back:
Happy Holidays
- Ferran
Attached is a postcard-sized watercolor painting of a library in warm colors with a few books floating in the air, with a neatly handwritten message on the back:
Happy Holidays
- Ferran
There's no note, just a small box with 'From: Lavi' on it.
Inside, there's:
- A red scarf
- A pair of rings with a note attached to that, saying Give the other ring to Sora.
Inside, there's:
- A red scarf
- A pair of rings with a note attached to that, saying Give the other ring to Sora.
[After receiving his gift and seeing his note, Mira comes knocking on his and Sora's door with her own basket of goodies for him. He may recognize some of the treats she has made such as peppermint bark, some hot chocolate mix, and various cookies but also some handmade chunky winter accessories like a hat, a scarf, and some gloves. But there's also something in a thin envelope, long and rectangular...]
Vani?
Vani?
[ It's been a pretty good day for Vanitas. Sora too. The Puca is already asleep, which isn't really strange. When Van hears the knocking he sort of has to untangle himself from Sora to get to the door.
He slips out and notices the gifts. ]
Yeah?
[ She... Liked his right? ]
He slips out and notices the gifts. ]
Yeah?
[ She... Liked his right? ]
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