ESTUANS INTERIUS IRA VEHEMENTI
Who: Roxas and Vanitas
When: Sunday night/Monday morning
Where: Somewhere in Sector 4. Somewhere with multi-story buildings.
Summary: Vanitas has an errand. Roxas is the target.
Warning: (Brief) violence. Helmetless Vanitas.
He was on edge tonight. Something in the air, something under his skin-Roxas couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there, niggling at him. Not even wiping out a few darkness monsters settled him like it usually did. They weren't who he really wanted to fight.
Several other names fit that category. Xemnas, Ansem, Xehanort-the latter most of all, at least for the moment. Ansem was an enemy, but he had very little do with Roxas, despite being one of the reasons he even existed. Xemnas...was tougher. He wanted to finish what he'd meant to start that last day, charging through the rain in a world of nothingness. But he'd made a promise, and he didn't intend to break it without a very good reason. Xehanort was different. The sheer smugness of him, the fact that he was the root of all their problems, even the root of his two counterparts-Roxas desperately wanted to punch his teeth in.
But that wasn't going to happen tonight or anytime soon. He finished off the latest slimy creature to cross his path with a devastating horizontal slice and lowered Oblivion, though he didn't dismiss it. You never knew what might appear next. It was time to head home, though. He considered opening a portal, then decided to walk instead. It wasn't far, and it might do something to settle the persistent unease within him.
When: Sunday night/Monday morning
Where: Somewhere in Sector 4. Somewhere with multi-story buildings.
Summary: Vanitas has an errand. Roxas is the target.
Warning: (Brief) violence. Helmetless Vanitas.
He was on edge tonight. Something in the air, something under his skin-Roxas couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there, niggling at him. Not even wiping out a few darkness monsters settled him like it usually did. They weren't who he really wanted to fight.
Several other names fit that category. Xemnas, Ansem, Xehanort-the latter most of all, at least for the moment. Ansem was an enemy, but he had very little do with Roxas, despite being one of the reasons he even existed. Xemnas...was tougher. He wanted to finish what he'd meant to start that last day, charging through the rain in a world of nothingness. But he'd made a promise, and he didn't intend to break it without a very good reason. Xehanort was different. The sheer smugness of him, the fact that he was the root of all their problems, even the root of his two counterparts-Roxas desperately wanted to punch his teeth in.
But that wasn't going to happen tonight or anytime soon. He finished off the latest slimy creature to cross his path with a devastating horizontal slice and lowered Oblivion, though he didn't dismiss it. You never knew what might appear next. It was time to head home, though. He considered opening a portal, then decided to walk instead. It wasn't far, and it might do something to settle the persistent unease within him.