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[theprobator]

[the feed peels open with the thud of a body and the clunk of an NV hitting pavement, fixing on the nearby tattered structures of the slums. who knows how long the maybe familiar silhouette has been lurking where the worst in Siren's Port go to rot- though perhaps it is fitting. depends on one's opinion

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[drksoulwithlite]

[Well this is a charming part of the neighbourhood to be taking a stroll in. Even with all these creepy little weird blue things scuttling about- no problem there we'll just kick it and- there. Gone.

Oh my. Small dark and ragey at 12 o'clock.]

So if he's got nothing I guess you can stop beating him up for his lunch money now.

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[theprobator]

[so much side-eyeing on Vanitas' end-- he glares at Trish for a moment, head still slightly tipped forward, before he... lifts the Keyblade and backs away.]

Barely even worth the effort. [he snaps at the scuffled man lying on the ground as he scrambles to his feet and takes off running. it's more of an insult, and more of a proclamation to Trish. "I am not letting him go just because you told me to."]

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[drksoulwithlite]

Yeah, doesn't look like he's got enough on him to buy you the milk and cookies that make up your daily allowance.

[Eyes the Keyblade curiously.]

And you must have a really huge front door to be carrying around a key like that.

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[theprobator]

You're a real riot. [not that... Vanitas has any room to talk...]

It's called a Keyblade.

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[drksoulwithlite]

[Bobs a little mock curtsy]

Thank you, I try~

[Nods her head in the direction of the thug running away in a hurry.]

So what did he do to tick off you and your Keyblade?

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[theprobator]

Tried to take me on.

[he turns to face Trish, finally, gleaming yellow eyes studying her almost quizzically. Void Gear remains firmly in his grip, until he determines whether she's a threat or not. his tone is questioning whether Trish plans to follow suit.]

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[drksoulwithlite]

[She cocks her head to one side, then lets out a short 'hmph' of amusement.]

And that just made you cranky enough to beat him into a trembling pile of submission. Good job.

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[theprobator]

[see this look, Trish? it's one of total bafflement. she didn't exactly try to stop him. she's just... commenting. talking to him.]

What do you want?

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[drksoulwithlite]

Do I have to want anything? I'm just making conversation, kid.

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[theprobator]

[... one wouldn't expect his expression to twist into even more bafflement, but there it is. why would anybody want to "make conversation" with him?]

... Fine. Why are you here, then?

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[drksoulwithlite]

[She shrugs.]

It's not like I've got anywhere else I have to be.

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[theprobator]

You and everybody else in this dump. [himself especially, but Vanitas has no intention of leaving the slums. no home to go to anymore.]

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[drksoulwithlite]

So you kill time by picking fights with people who try to take you on, huh? Good to know, I was looking for something to do to keep me occupied until the nasties come crawling out of the woodwork.

You got a name, spikey?

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[theprobator]

Not spikey.

[an annoyed huff, then a pause. he's still not sure whether he considers Trish a threat or not, but at least she's not outright threatening him like others on his NV are.]

[so, tentatively, he offers his name.] Vanitas.

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[drksoulwithlite]

Look in the mirror Vanitas, you're definitely spikey.

[Well that's just cruel, who'd land a kid with something like that? Might just have to keep 'spikey' for good measure.]

I'm Trish.

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[theprobator]

[Baldy was a mean old man :( ]

You haven't been here for long, have you?