09; action; body swap
[those who wander out near the plaza this dreary evening might stumble upon a small gaggle of bizarre, twitchy blue monsters-- they're climbing all over the fountain, darting back and forth across the ground, and swiping at anything that might inch too close, including each other.]
[despite the incongruity of the creatures' movements, they seem to be headed somewhere, down an arbitrary path out of the light of civilization. follow the trail and one might stumble upon a black-haired kid, nearly shrouded in darkness save for the faint glow of his unfocused yellow eyes as he's crouched on his knees, hands shakily running across his face, through his hair, and desperately searching for the unopened journal several feet in front of him.]
[the Unversed, instinctive creatures that they are, appear to be attempting to help him by nudging the journal closer to his spread fingers. every so often, "Vanitas" tenses. he knows the Unversed are there, but he has no idea who or what they are on account of being blind-- much less the fact that they can't speak.]
[won't stop him from attempting to communicate anyway.]
I know you're there... can't you say something? Please, I just want-- hey! [as another Unversed nudges his arm, knocking him off balance, causing him to hit the ground with a less than graceful faceplant.]
[don't panic. don't panic. easier repeating than mantra than following it, as he scrambles to his feet, dusts himself off. he doesn't even notice a second and third Unversed sprouting up in the shadows behind him.]
[if you didn't happen to follow the blue creature trail, you may later catch them shuffling across the plaza, awkwardly nudging "Vanitas" in the direction of the only place they know their creator has been staying the past several months.]
[bonus action for House 39]
[long after the sun has set for the evening, a visibly shaken and extremely disheveled Vanitas suddenly arrives at the front door. what do you do?]
[ooc; tags to come after I get home; replies may come from a different journal!]
[despite the incongruity of the creatures' movements, they seem to be headed somewhere, down an arbitrary path out of the light of civilization. follow the trail and one might stumble upon a black-haired kid, nearly shrouded in darkness save for the faint glow of his unfocused yellow eyes as he's crouched on his knees, hands shakily running across his face, through his hair, and desperately searching for the unopened journal several feet in front of him.]
[the Unversed, instinctive creatures that they are, appear to be attempting to help him by nudging the journal closer to his spread fingers. every so often, "Vanitas" tenses. he knows the Unversed are there, but he has no idea who or what they are on account of being blind-- much less the fact that they can't speak.]
[won't stop him from attempting to communicate anyway.]
I know you're there... can't you say something? Please, I just want-- hey! [as another Unversed nudges his arm, knocking him off balance, causing him to hit the ground with a less than graceful faceplant.]
[don't panic. don't panic. easier repeating than mantra than following it, as he scrambles to his feet, dusts himself off. he doesn't even notice a second and third Unversed sprouting up in the shadows behind him.]
[if you didn't happen to follow the blue creature trail, you may later catch them shuffling across the plaza, awkwardly nudging "Vanitas" in the direction of the only place they know their creator has been staying the past several months.]
[bonus action for House 39]
[long after the sun has set for the evening, a visibly shaken and extremely disheveled Vanitas suddenly arrives at the front door. what do you do?]
[ooc; tags to come after I get home; replies may come from a different journal!]