chara vs chara the REHASHENING

[vacantis]

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.

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[vacantis]

His other half shivers, creatures winding around him as the words sit in. Ventus doesn't really get it, this overemotional reaction to what him seems like a logical seaquence of events. Vanitas couldn't be so idiotic to think that Eraqus would actually tolerate him--wasn't that the whole point of his assignment? Eraqus was supposed to make Vanitas more bitter or something, while making sure he didn't die.

Maybe that's what was happening? The same revulsion creeps up his throat at the creatures, but Ventus only cocked his head a little as he tried to watch Vanitas's facial expressions, face passive as Vanitas seems to gather himself.

"I didn't land in anything. I simply..." His eyes cross a little as he considers, before a thought strikes him. This would be a perfect trap for Vanitas, but then why would Ventus be here?

"I..." He grits his teeth in a soft exhale of breath, looking away from Vanitas to mutter. "But even then, that does not make sense . It's idiotic to trap us here together-!" Eraqus knew what Ventus and Vanitas were, why would he put them together? Ventus was confident that no trap could withstand the power of the X-blade, so why put its creators together? How had he even gotten here? He was in Radient garden before!

The lack of information made his chest feel tight. He put a hand to it unconciously, blinking. There was no plan or outline for how to deal with this. Where was Master Xehanort??

[vapidus]

Bitterness did happen. But so did other things. Vanitas's feelings towards Eraqus are complicated - there's reasons this feels like both a betrayal and no surprise.

Vanitas laughs as Ventus goes cross-eyed, once, thinly, then more. While that ever-present sense of danger has not and will not leave, he can't help feeding off it. "You don't know, do you?" he crows. At least he does (he doesn't.) "You're even more in the dark about this than I am."

Vanitas crouches down, half-sitting at the edge of the world, one hand still up on Void Gear. If he's going to be stuck here he might as well get comfortable, or at least visibly get comfortable in front of someone clearly distressed by it. He has to kick off the entangling Thornbite to do it, and it moves away to the sword with a betrayed air. The Hareraiser continues to stare mournfully at the ground.

"It makes perfect sense," says Vanitas contrariwise, lacking several key pieces of lore. "You messed up."

(So has he, evidently, but shhhh.)

[vacantis]

Ventus looks up, hand still on his chest. "It's quite literally impossible for me to be more in the dark then you are." Ventus shoots back, his tone flat. This is actually incredibly defensive for him, but good job literally ever showing him that.

Vanitas sits down in response, which is really driving the 0.00005% of Ventus's brain thats focused around emotion go buck wild with rage. It manifests as a slight grit to his teeth.

"See." He bites out again. He refuses to sit, and lower his guard. Unlike his other half he actually does his duty, and that means he has to be ready to do it. "Like that. You don't even know what we want. I can't have messed up, because we're here together."

[vapidus]

While Ventus was studying the blade, Vanitas was spending some time mastering the art of annoying people, and although Ventus is a difficult opponent, it's a lot easier than beating him in hand to hand combat. Is it really lowering his guard when he'd be trounced anyway? And look at what effect it's having. Hilarious. You can't hide your reactions from him forever. He can smell them (he can't actually smell them, that would be weird).

While step two is missing between 'get under Ventus's skin' and 'get out of the situation', step one is fun enough in an extreme sports kind of way that this feels a little unimportant.

He's still got his hand on the keyblade, though.

"So enlighten me then," says Vanitas, leaning back a little, and then continuing with what is usually a surefire move for him. "I bet you don't actually know."

[vacantis]

Can we Please go back to hand to hand combat. Ventus is really min maxed on the whole "duel of the wits" concept.

Also whats wrong with smelling people? Riku would be disapointed at your small mindedness.

Vanitas is a bit better at manipulating people then he thinks.Something in Ventus sparked at the challenge and he spoke without thinking. "Of course I know. It's why we were created. When we're together we can create-" He blinked, expression flatlining into something dead and uncomfortable. His eyes trailed away from Vanitas for a second and when he spoke again it was distant, not even really addressing Vanitas. "Actually....Am I allowed to tell you that?"

He was pretty sure that Xehanort was going to tell Vanitas about the X-blade soon in order to set him against Eraqus and help spur both Vanitas and Terra further into darkness...But Ventus wasn't really involved in that portion of the plan up until the end. He didn't want to step on his masters toes...the thought of messing up the plan made his head spin uncomforably. But Xehanort wasn't here to tell Vanitas, which was just as bad. This whole situation was really, really, really bad, as far at the plan was concerned.

[vapidus]

To be fair, Vanitas has spent the entirety of the life he remembers with people who knew him from the start, and by this point are wise to his tricks. This is, perhaps, unfair to Ventus, who gives more information than Vanitas expected.

He sits up a little in interest, before experiencing a flash of near-failed video game level frustration when Ventus cuts himself off at the important part. It is mixed with a mildly smug satisfaction he got that much.

Then what was actually said hits - the verb used. Created.

What Vanitas had been told about how he came to be had always been vague. From what he'd been told, and not told, and pieced together, there had been some kind of accident, and a kid had died to make him. Eraqus had taken him in out of the kindness of his heart, yada yada yada. Nobody liked mentioning it, and Vanitas himself wasn't inclined to pry overmuch because thinking about it too hard made his stomach roil with Unversed when he had.

Vanitas props his head on his free hand, elbow on his knee, trying not to show this inner consternation. The way the Unversed are acting, clustering closer like plants towards the sun isn't helping this endeavor. The Hareraiser tries to climb into his lap and he drops his hand enough to push it away a little.

"You tell me, messenger boy," he says. It's really, really apparent right now that someone else is pulling the strings behind this, which is a terrifying thought behind which several other, equally as distressing ones are lining up to have a go.

[vacantis]

Ventus is very dumb actually. He might give off the whole "cool headed logical type" vibe but actually hes stupid. He's so stupid he still counts with his fingers. The second you take him out of a fight his only other skills are sewing and being a good listener.

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.

[vapidus]

(Hi, I'm Ventus, 14, and I never learnt how to read.)

'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?"