4th Void [video/action]

[vain_sky]

[To say he had a pleasant experience in the catacombs or back "home"? He'd just stab you through the chest and be done with it. No laughter, no monologue, just pure, unadulterated hate for the reminder that no matter what amount of training he had he was still weak. He'd definitely seen better days, the cloth around his waist even more torn than

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[vain_sky]

[Eyes, face, hair... pretty much a copy of that little brat; he knows... remembers since he found himself in the catacombs and picked himself up like nothing ever phased him. He's felt death multiple times before, and still he doesn't care about its' "sweet" kiss to answer it. His cold, callous laughter should be enough of a hint, there.

At the concern, however, he pauses and raises an eyebrow. No sort of recognition at all from him with this face.]

I can take care of myself.

[Seriously, what is wrong with this girl and why is she offering to someone who not only doesn't want her help, but doesn't need it in his own mind.]

[vain_sky]

[Sorry? He can't see the watch's screen that well through the smoke the Iron Prisoner is generating with its attacks. He will admit the voice sounds like a certain backup's... just a bit, but much different. Also, he still calls 1-800-IDONTGIVEAF8CK.]

I can heal them just fine.

[The black aura in the shadows about him seems to darken slightly, solidify into two floating vials. They hover around him, and a green mist falls over him. Some of it's taken care of, and he continues to watch the carnage his little pets are causing.]

Why do you care?

[vain_sky]

[He burned it. Along with whatever shred of sanity he had when summoning this little guy from the bottomless depths of his negativity.

Vanitas blatantly ignores the first part, too angered by his own failings to be confused right now. And to be quite frank he could care less at the moment. Watching zombies getting smacked with burning chunks of wall is just too beautiful a sight. Yet it ends just as she responds again, and he blinks down at the watch. ..."Not supposed to be able to"? What is that supposed to mean?

He raises an eyebrow.] Another one of those "nobodies", huh.

[He met Vexen. He decided he hated all those freaks in the black hoods that reek of the empty void he was named after. ...Okay, he hates everyone. But it was a different kind of hate.]

[vain_sky]

[Yet Square Enix cares less.

The funny thing was he vaguely got along with Marluxia. ...Vaguely, meaning he wouldn't mind using the idiot for some scheme later on in the Game of Life™ or when things grew too dull in this petty city, but that is a story for another time.

Don't think he didn't see that look--or lack thereof--and the stiffening. So someone who detests violence, trying to get him to stop and everything. Yes, that was going to work just swimmingly.]

Less than a nonexistent void?

[What, did they divide by 0 when she was born/created/what have you? Yeah, that's a bit curious, and it's starting to cause his pure outrage to wane for a brief moment while he studies her through the veil of smoke. ...Some of her reminds him of Aqua, but the other... Well. The cruel reality is that, in his mind, a change in allegiance doesn't change who or what someone is. As for the last question, he could care less if the little girl found him or not, because if she were going to be a nuisance? He wouldn't stop from throwing her out to the

[vain_sky]

[He really couldn't care less, though that name does ring a bell... That pathetic ruler of Radiant Garden that didn't even realize Braig's eye color changed after "disappearing" for an afternoon? Give him a break.]

Whatever. [Coordinates, little girl. Otherwise--

Oh, who is that familiar figure in the background with pink hair? Vanitas hasn't seemed to notice just yet...]

[vain_sky]

[...holy crap, was that a tiny sliver of common ground? He doesn't even know the guy; only hates him on principle, but haha. Also, he really doesn't know what to say about that concern. It's all he can do to keep from just staring at the watch in a mixture of detest and 'what the hell?' Because in all honesty, the fact that anyone would be concerned about him is still mind-boggling. Even after being an amnesiac for a day. ...Darkness, that seems so long ago compared to certain events.

Coordinates have been memorized, and suddenly himself and the watch go airborne before....vanishing completely from view. All of it's black.]

I'm not the one who has to be careful. [Poor, poor zombies, clawing at the dirt and trying to get to him before finding themselves decapitated...]

[vain_sky]

[Well, your life just plain sucks. He doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, instead diving right back into the ground and darkness. The fact it isn't fazing her only means he doesn't have to hear the blasted whining he'd probably hear otherwise.

Then again, he could also hang up as well. Hm...

One golden eye glances at the watch before he shoots out of the ground again, and he doesn't really say much for a moment. Instead he focuses on his fight. Aqua, as much as he loathes admitting it, was right. He really detested the fact that he could more than likely become one of these things if he drops his guard. He likes his brain and abilities, thank you very much.]

... Vanitas. [Let her figure out connections from that; he doesn't care so long as he survives.]