Aqua is definatly kicking his ass. Theres...theres a mouse now to? The vague impression of what Other Ven is doing is starting to give him a bit of a headache, mostly because most of the impressions he's getting are a lot of magic hitting him. Distracting. Other Ven should be doing better.
Vanitas's speech makes him grit his teeth, makes something bitter curl up inside the emptiness in his head. Friends The concept echoed blankly, bouncing off nothing. Ventus doesn't have friends, he has a purpose. He has his loyalty and his Master and he knows thats exactly all he has. All he should have. The state of the world. The bitter thing is squashed under a heel, smeared like a thin film across his thoughts.
"We'll see." He says curtly, ignoring the words, ignoring the new keyblade, ignoring his headache, ignoring the look in Vanitas' yellow eyes. He shifts his stance and pushes off, bringing the X-blade down against Void Gear with everything he can muster, and then some.
He hardly has a second to gape as the force of the strike, of his soul and Vanitas' clashing so utterly rips across the world around them, a malestorm of light and dark sparks as the stained glass beneath them shatters.
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its ok ven has never properly processed an emotion in his life
Date: 2019-03-01 10:52 pm (UTC)Vanitas's speech makes him grit his teeth, makes something bitter curl up inside the emptiness in his head. Friends The concept echoed blankly, bouncing off nothing. Ventus doesn't have friends, he has a purpose. He has his loyalty and his Master and he knows thats exactly all he has. All he should have. The state of the world. The bitter thing is squashed under a heel, smeared like a thin film across his thoughts.
"We'll see." He says curtly, ignoring the words, ignoring the new keyblade, ignoring his headache, ignoring the look in Vanitas' yellow eyes. He shifts his stance and pushes off, bringing the X-blade down against Void Gear with everything he can muster, and then some.
He hardly has a second to gape as the force of the strike, of his soul and Vanitas' clashing so utterly rips across the world around them, a malestorm of light and dark sparks as the stained glass beneath them shatters.