Characters: Vanitas and Muraki
Location: Somewhere on the streets
Time: Late afternoon, early evening
Style: I'mma start in action, bb, but feel free to change
Status: Closed for the type of mind games that make mind babies :|
[Vatheon, with all its good two shoes and blithering idiots, had a lot to provide. Vanitas was quite content with his new surroundings, despite the conclusions that had been reached the night before when it came to his other.
As usual, he was merely strolling along, assessing Vatheon's potential defensively and offensively, soaking in the misery and hate of those around him, when a man strolling past caught his eye. The Sora copy tilted his lips upwards into a smirk; one in greeting of another with the same ideals in mind.
It was good to see he wasn't the only one around ready to raise hell at the drop of a hat.]