It'll be basically that one vine where it's like 'I should have left you on that street corner where I found you' 'but ya DIDN'T'. There's no return to sender on this boy!
'What's with all these scuffed up doors' enters Vanitas's head and then exits it without hitting a conclusion. He stops at the most broken one with Ventus - the one to the stairs.
They could be anywhere but... "They can't be everywhere," Vanitas says, his voice equally low, but there's a note of uncertainty to it. Eraqus is really powerful and nothing Vanitas has ever done has shown a hint of being able to cause him harm; he's always in control. Maybe they do know where they both are, and are just toying... no, that doesn't make sense. Or they wouldn't have been physically looking in the first place.
"Fine, we'll say pretty please with rainbows on top as long as she does it." Well, Vanitas won't. He has some dignity. He really doesn't want to fight her either; he's seen her utterly obliterate a training dummy in the yard by accident, a slip in her usual perfect poise. He doesn't like thinking about how they might not have a choice, if Eraqus orders her; it roils in his stomach, an Unversed clawing at his insides unable to escape.
It's also at the idea he has; this has never worked on Eraqus. The man has always been able to pinpoint him and pull him out of the shadows, or simply wait the short time before Vanitas loses hold of it and comes back into form, staring down at him. "Snuff the torch then, I'm going to try something."
He takes as deep a breath as he can and melts onto the floor, feeling his way along it and under the door. He's not really sure how he can 'see' anything like this, but there's nobody on the other side, at least immediately; he quickly moves back under and just in time before he's himself, panting on the stone. He hates doing this. It's like holding his breath, or pulling himself up a wall with one arm, but more than that, it's like not being real. "No-one's... there." The stairs might be another matter themselves.
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'What's with all these scuffed up doors' enters Vanitas's head and then exits it without hitting a conclusion. He stops at the most broken one with Ventus - the one to the stairs.
They could be anywhere but... "They can't be everywhere," Vanitas says, his voice equally low, but there's a note of uncertainty to it. Eraqus is really powerful and nothing Vanitas has ever done has shown a hint of being able to cause him harm; he's always in control. Maybe they do know where they both are, and are just toying... no, that doesn't make sense. Or they wouldn't have been physically looking in the first place.
"Fine, we'll say pretty please with rainbows on top as long as she does it." Well, Vanitas won't. He has some dignity. He really doesn't want to fight her either; he's seen her utterly obliterate a training dummy in the yard by accident, a slip in her usual perfect poise. He doesn't like thinking about how they might not have a choice, if Eraqus orders her; it roils in his stomach, an Unversed clawing at his insides unable to escape.
It's also at the idea he has; this has never worked on Eraqus. The man has always been able to pinpoint him and pull him out of the shadows, or simply wait the short time before Vanitas loses hold of it and comes back into form, staring down at him. "Snuff the torch then, I'm going to try something."
He takes as deep a breath as he can and melts onto the floor, feeling his way along it and under the door. He's not really sure how he can 'see' anything like this, but there's nobody on the other side, at least immediately; he quickly moves back under and just in time before he's himself, panting on the stone. He hates doing this. It's like holding his breath, or pulling himself up a wall with one arm, but more than that, it's like not being real. "No-one's... there." The stairs might be another matter themselves.