Vanitas was pushing forward fairly well until the spell and the unfortunate discovery that targeting spells could lock on to a puddle of darkness just as well as otherwise.
"I'm not going to forget about them," Vanitas hisses, singed, albeit with the tone of someone bothered by the fact they've apparently forgotten a great deal of things before. One hand goes to a pocket and a familiar five-pointed shape, fingers crooking into the gaps between points. It's still warm which means... well he hopes it means that Terra and Aqua are still alive. He also hopes that Aqua is kicking this broken thing's ass out there.
"You say that. They're helping me right now." He straightens up, the tip of Void Gear lowering slightly. He doesn't belong to them. He doesn't owe them anything. And he cares about them. The star in his hand is tangible proof that they care about him too, as much as some part of him will always be baffled by that. They don't need to be here to help. They're the reason he's still doing any of this.
Vanitas flips Void Gear around with a hand until the pommel faces upwards, then wastes no time hooking the star onto the keychain in one rapid motion. The keyblade shivers as it transforms along it's length, the teeth elongated and blocky, wound around with a sinuous relief. Only one eye remains.
Vanitas has to resist the urge to marvel at it, because he didn't know if that would work. It's lighter, and he hefts it level with Ventus's eyes with one hand.
"They're not my masters, they're my friends and that makes me more powerful than you."
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local boy refuses to process his brother killing his dad. 'nope, not today'.
Date: 2019-03-01 10:03 am (UTC)"I'm not going to forget about them," Vanitas hisses, singed, albeit with the tone of someone bothered by the fact they've apparently forgotten a great deal of things before. One hand goes to a pocket and a familiar five-pointed shape, fingers crooking into the gaps between points. It's still warm which means... well he hopes it means that Terra and Aqua are still alive. He also hopes that Aqua is kicking this broken thing's ass out there.
"You say that. They're helping me right now." He straightens up, the tip of Void Gear lowering slightly. He doesn't belong to them. He doesn't owe them anything. And he cares about them. The star in his hand is tangible proof that they care about him too, as much as some part of him will always be baffled by that. They don't need to be here to help. They're the reason he's still doing any of this.
Vanitas flips Void Gear around with a hand until the pommel faces upwards, then wastes no time hooking the star onto the keychain in one rapid motion. The keyblade shivers as it transforms along it's length, the teeth elongated and blocky, wound around with a sinuous relief. Only one eye remains.
Vanitas has to resist the urge to marvel at it, because he didn't know if that would work. It's lighter, and he hefts it level with Ventus's eyes with one hand.
"They're not my masters, they're my friends and that makes me more powerful than you."