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[darkcharge]

No... Why would I do that?

[wordsinthesoul]

[oh, brother. someone's going to get themselves in trouble.]

It can help you- even if it's simply to exchange ideas and see where you could make changes.

[darkcharge]

[ Vanitas shifts, uncomfortable. He doesn't ask people for help. ]

And how is that working out for you and all your changes?

[wordsinthesoul]

Ah. That's the question, isn't it.

[He shrugs a little, wings shifting with the movement.]

It hasn't been pleasant. But I imagine it would be worse to be alone and going through this.

[At least they haven't been alone in these changes- it's not much consolation, but it's something.]

[darkcharge]

[ Well. He IS alone, Thancred. Very much alone, really. ]

Hasn't been pleasant in what sense? How does it even start?

[wordsinthesoul]

[time to Adopt (possibly?)]

It is... strange, and somewhat discomforting to feel yourself changing this way. It seems tied to the full moons- I noticed rather more feathers after my second moon here.

[darkcharge]

So what kind of monster are we turning into exactly? Do the changes remain after the full moon ends?

[wordsinthesoul]

It varies according to each person, as far as I've been able to tell. I'm sure you've noticed the variety of peoples in the city. And yes, they do- somewhat diminished at times, but not always.

[darkcharge]

Obviously... I'm asking about you specifically.

[wordsinthesoul]

Ah? My mistake, then. For my part, it seems to be the nature of a Harpy to be the one that I have acquired here. Since you said that you were still using the magic you were used to, then- might I assume you would be considered a Witch?

[darkcharge]

Yeah, I am a "witch."

[ Waitaminute tho... ]

What's a Harpy?

[wordsinthesoul]

And that's found you well, then?

[He tilts his head, eyebrows raised, surprised. But then-]

They're more bird-like creatures- thus the wings. [He spreads them out a little, for effect, and adds:]. Perhaps you've heard of them by another name- sirens?

[darkcharge]

It's more agreeable than the alternative.

[ Which makes Vanitas gesture to Thancred and his spread out wings. Yes, being a witch is a better alternative to being a monster in the most literal of senses. He's already one as he sees it. ]

But no. I haven't heard anything like that. Maybe the places I've been to just don't have those sorts of creatures.

[wordsinthesoul]

Hah. [He settles his wings again, giving Vanitas a little shrug.]. It's unfortunate how true that seems to be.

[It doesn't please him, obviously, so he turns his attention to Vanitas' answer.]. In that case- what sorts of creatures have you seen in your travels?

[darkcharge]

Ah. You're not happy with recent developments?

[ Sorry, Thancred. Vanitas has found a little kernel of unpleasantness. So naturally he has to poke at that a little. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[He shrugs, trying to play it off.]

I'm not quite sure who would be.

[darkcharge]

I suppose that's true enough. Though Ventus doesn't seem overly bothered by any of it.

[ Not outwardly at any rate. Maybe on the inside? Hard for Vanitas to know like this. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

Ventus? That's… ah, dare I presume that to be the name of your other half?

[darkcharge]

That's his name, yes. A name I had to give up when we were separated.

[wordsinthesoul]

Would you have rather kept it?

[darkcharge]

[ Well. Thancred has stumped him on that. ]

I. Don't know.

[wordsinthesoul]

[Well. Curious!]

What of your name, then? How do you feel about it?

[darkcharge]

It's a name that was given to me as more of a descriptor of my origins than anything else.

[ So it is what it is. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

I see. [he tilts his head for a moment, considering. It's probably… similar enough to some roots, considering how Garlemald seems to be.]. Do you feel it still apt to yourself now?

[darkcharge]

It likely still fits. A reminder that life is transitional and that, after all this time, I am still empty.