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[the entire feed starts out almost completely black, like someone is holding his hand over the NV-- that's the case, obviously enough, as after a moment the view cuts to the ground, where a certain helmet lies on the pavement. broken. seems he's finally taken enough hits to the head in battle that all it took for the silver lining of his helmet to dislodge was a very brief window of clumsiness. Vanitas is, to say the least, incensed.]
[ugh. his to-do list for the afternoon wasn't supposed to be very long or anything: 1. get lunch. 2. eat lunch. 3. call and harass Ventus. he'd been in the middle of items two and three-- even far enough along to start dialing the aforementioned idiot's number-- when the helmet slipped out of his grip and crashed spectacularly on the ground and single-handedly ruined his day.]
[Vanitas turns the NV over in his hand to glance down at the screen, revealing not just yellow eyes and black spiky hair that may look awfully familiar... there goes his main reason for the helmet in the first place-- kid can't keep a straight face to save his life. viewers will see Vanitas' entire train of thought written on his face as he examines his NV: "heads are going to roll until I fix that helmet" to "wait what is that blinking red light?" to "oh for crying out loud I've hit the record button," and finally to "well, fine, I'll just work this out in my favor."]
[he flattens his expression into a simple smirk, like he'd intended every millisecond of this feed. likely not fooling anyone, duder.]
So... do any of you drips know someone by the name of Sora? Or better yet, are any of you welders? I've got something that needs fixing.
[text to Ventus]
Go get your stupid toy. I left it at the baseball diamond.
[/text to Ventus]
[ooc; because Vanitas seems to be an idiot, for the duration of this post he will not be wearing his helmet. that said, I will be using helmet-less icons, so I'm going to leave this giant SPOILER WARNING right here. don't click or read the transmission if you don't want to know about his face!]
[ugh. his to-do list for the afternoon wasn't supposed to be very long or anything: 1. get lunch. 2. eat lunch. 3. call and harass Ventus. he'd been in the middle of items two and three-- even far enough along to start dialing the aforementioned idiot's number-- when the helmet slipped out of his grip and crashed spectacularly on the ground and single-handedly ruined his day.]
[Vanitas turns the NV over in his hand to glance down at the screen, revealing not just yellow eyes and black spiky hair that may look awfully familiar... there goes his main reason for the helmet in the first place-- kid can't keep a straight face to save his life. viewers will see Vanitas' entire train of thought written on his face as he examines his NV: "heads are going to roll until I fix that helmet" to "wait what is that blinking red light?" to "oh for crying out loud I've hit the record button," and finally to "well, fine, I'll just work this out in my favor."]
[he flattens his expression into a simple smirk, like he'd intended every millisecond of this feed. likely not fooling anyone, duder.]
So... do any of you drips know someone by the name of Sora? Or better yet, are any of you welders? I've got something that needs fixing.
[text to Ventus]
Go get your stupid toy. I left it at the baseball diamond.
[/text to Ventus]
[ooc; because Vanitas seems to be an idiot, for the duration of this post he will not be wearing his helmet. that said, I will be using helmet-less icons, so I'm going to leave this giant SPOILER WARNING right here. don't click or read the transmission if you don't want to know about his face!]