I guess... Xehanort broke it? Maybe you should place a bug report with him.
I'd only want a rematch if I knew for sure I would win, and I want to win, Vanitas doesn't admit. He prefers to hold cards as much as he prefers getting the last word, unaware this is exactly aligning with the aforementioned plans. The idea of which make his hackles rise involuntarily.
Ventus's slipping back into his usual demeanor doesn't help this at all, only it's mixed with... Now, with the contrast, that cadence and tone feels familiar, like he's heard it somewhere else, emanating from below a disapproving, unraveling stare and giving him the weirdest urge to apologize. He can't place it. Eraqus, maybe? No, not even at his most disappointed. It's right there and annoyingly far at the same time.
It'll probably come to him at some point. He adjusts his weight, using his keyblade to get on more solid footing.
"I wasn't aware I was being graded," he says, heavy on the sarcasm. "Your opinion matters so much to me."
He exhales. "If it wasn't you, and we're not 'planned to meet'," he continues, using one hand to make the quotation marks, "then why don't you just turn around and leave?" It's a suggestion that sounds like it should have a reasonable tone and Vanitas is doing his best to make sure it doesn't.
Vanitas hasn't tried to open a corridor yet from it's place lower on the itinerary. He is perhaps soon to get a rude awakening.
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Date: 2019-03-21 11:48 am (UTC)I'd only want a rematch if I knew for sure I would win, and I want to win, Vanitas doesn't admit. He prefers to hold cards as much as he prefers getting the last word, unaware this is exactly aligning with the aforementioned plans. The idea of which make his hackles rise involuntarily.
Ventus's slipping back into his usual demeanor doesn't help this at all, only it's mixed with... Now, with the contrast, that cadence and tone feels familiar, like he's heard it somewhere else, emanating from below a disapproving, unraveling stare and giving him the weirdest urge to apologize. He can't place it. Eraqus, maybe? No, not even at his most disappointed. It's right there and annoyingly far at the same time.
It'll probably come to him at some point. He adjusts his weight, using his keyblade to get on more solid footing.
"I wasn't aware I was being graded," he says, heavy on the sarcasm. "Your opinion matters so much to me."
He exhales. "If it wasn't you, and we're not 'planned to meet'," he continues, using one hand to make the quotation marks, "then why don't you just turn around and leave?" It's a suggestion that sounds like it should have a reasonable tone and Vanitas is doing his best to make sure it doesn't.
Vanitas hasn't tried to open a corridor yet from it's place lower on the itinerary. He is perhaps soon to get a rude awakening.