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chara vs chara the REHASHENING
The endless horizon drifts beneath his feet as he swings them a little, tapping his heels against the edge of this world tunelessly.
Ventus doesn't know where he is.
That's, it's not exactly the most odd thing. Ventus often doesn't really know the names of the worlds he's on, because it doesn't really matter. But usually then he has a plan, or orders, but he woke up with no notes in his pocket and swinging Wayward Wind around did nothing to summon a portal back home. He's stuck here, purposeless...perhaps its a punishment. Ventus doesn't know what he's done wrong, runs over recent events in his head as he stares out blankly. He'd fought his other self once, beaten up that blue haired girl, unleashed heartless to strengthen Vanitas and draw Xehanorts new body away. All according to plan, so why?
He rips up a bit of grass from the lawn beside him, sprinkling it down slowly into the abyss instead of pondering further. The why wasn't that important, actually. He'd messed up, so he just needed to wait until it was clear what he needed to do.
Ventus doesn't know where he is.
That's, it's not exactly the most odd thing. Ventus often doesn't really know the names of the worlds he's on, because it doesn't really matter. But usually then he has a plan, or orders, but he woke up with no notes in his pocket and swinging Wayward Wind around did nothing to summon a portal back home. He's stuck here, purposeless...perhaps its a punishment. Ventus doesn't know what he's done wrong, runs over recent events in his head as he stares out blankly. He'd fought his other self once, beaten up that blue haired girl, unleashed heartless to strengthen Vanitas and draw Xehanorts new body away. All according to plan, so why?
He rips up a bit of grass from the lawn beside him, sprinkling it down slowly into the abyss instead of pondering further. The why wasn't that important, actually. He'd messed up, so he just needed to wait until it was clear what he needed to do.
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The unversed cluster and chitter and Ventus clenches a hand for a keyblade that he doesn't want to summon. He'll only summon Wayward Wind if he intends to fight--not before. His trigger happy response to Unversed isn't reason enough to go off the plan.
He blinks at Vanitas command, mouth half open before he squints again. "You...can know....When you're stronger." He finally says. "That's the plan, anyway. I don't think I can say much else without permission."
He says it very matter of factly, as if needing permission to say things is a very expected part of life, and one that needs little discussion.
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'When you're stronger' pisses Vanitas off a little, and it's an added stone flung into the morass he's trying to keep down and under control, things crawling under his flesh. Four years of practice lets him swallow it down, for now, but he knows from exactly those years he can't just store it up forever. He breathes in through his nose. Meditation, with it's inherent requirements for sitting still and behaving never really struck a chord with him, but the bits that did stick help.
He could let it all out now. He really could. Nothing's stopping him, not Eraqus's disdain, not the looks of Terra or Aqua. He's already in a cage, and apparently alone save for Ventus, at that. There's nobody he has to care about hurting. The plate comes pre-broken.
Entirely unconsciously, his hand rubs at his throat as he tries to pay attention to both this and what Ventus is saying. He doesn't want to lose his momentum here.
"Good luck getting it, then," he says, hissing as he pricks himself on the Thornbite's thorns a little likewise pushing it away. It's one more distraction he doesn't need right now. "Because which part of 'the plan' involves being stuck here, again?"