[Negation 4: Boredom Plus Unversed Plus You Equals-]

[probation_you]

Characters: probation_you and vatheon
Location: Anywhere, anyplace
Time: anytime~
Style: All is more than welcome!
Status: Open like a shattered heart Imeanwhut :|

[Vanitas was bored. Bored and a tad irritated, with the sadness that had been reverberating off Ventus since the bluenette had supposedly left (and apparently returned, what...joy). Such emotions left him

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[imaginedsoldier]

[Were it not for him just arriving, Cloud would have a few choice words with you for this. ...He probably still will, once he figures out the source. Until then, he's pulling out two parts of his Buster Blade and dual wielding as he begins to cut down these... things. Damn, why were the rabbit ones so cute yet pain-inducing?]

[probation_you]

[It's always the blondes that give him the most fun. And they said brunettes played harder~ The cute is a lie beware the rabbits]

[He merely watches Cloud go at it, tsking under his breath before sending out a few...larger enemies. The Buckle Bruisers should have an easier time against those swords.]

[imaginedsoldier]

[He's not glad to be of entertainment value. :| And pfft. You should see him when he's not terminally ill, kid. So he noticed one moment casting Dark Thundaga on it, thank you materia.]

[Then bigger ones with the same eyes and insignia appear. Hm... Those shields could prove to be a nuisance. He quickly combines both swords, jumping out of the way at the shields sent flying at his head. His sword glows as he takes the opening and firing off a Blade Beam.]

[probation_you]

[And yet, entertainment he certainly is. He's taking note of this; of Cloud's inner struggles, his emotions...ad particularly interesting placement upon his arm.]

[Questions, questions. It's turning out to be a day full of interests- a venture into a fight was just what he needed.]

[A Bruiser shrieks as its sent flying back, but attack from the front as it is, it does only general damage. It's retaliation comes in the form of a flying shield, followed seconds later by another.]

[imaginedsoldier]

[...He's like an open book to you, isn't he.]

[And just maybe those questions will yield some answers, but good luck with that. After all, he'd kept secret his illness for this long. He wasn't about to admit it, now.]

[He takes one square to the face, grimacing as the other just barely grazing his shoulder. Go on, try and cut off that sleeve on his left arm. He dares you. Cloud runs to the side, possibly wincing at more than just the hit to the face he's currently trying to heal with a Cure spell, attempting to get behind the Bruiser to attack where its defenses are low.]

[probation_you]

[Darling, he's bought the damn autobiography.]

[And really, it's no good trying to keep an illness hidden when someone can feel it. It's practically acidic against Vanitas' tongue, influenced by a force he doesn't know and isn't quite sure he's ready to contend with. Even so, he can have quite the bit of fun with Cloud.]

[Whilst Cloud is kept busy with the Buckle Bruisers, a few Mandrake sneak their way upon the scene. Much more heavily controlled, their blades whir silently before they're unleashed, all flowing in the same general direction.]

[imaginedsoldier]

[Damn. Forgot he'd written that.]

[Well, no one in his homeworld could besides the others who had it, and even then their own pain kept them from feeling others for the most part. ...Probably not, Darkness Boy. You're pure darkness, but this influence...]

[Cloud grimaces, stopping dead in his tracks and staring at his arm as it tenses. Not now, dammit! "Why tremble with rage-?" Shut up!]

[The Leaf Cutter slicing his arm and sleeve makes him snap out of it, but it reveals the black ooze under the small, pink ribbon tied to his bicep- the symbol AVALANCHE picked after Aerith's death. He glares, taking a breath to calm himself before firing off spell after spell at the Mandrakes. Small, annoying ones come first. He could duck out of the way from the Bruisers.]