004/// Time to make the sacrifice

[wayward_faith]

Characters: wayward_faith , probation_you , patchworkdoctor , idkmybbygrlmaka , prominence_glow , and got_it_memorizd .
Location: The warehouse district
Time: Saturday evening
Style: Starting in third, first for action overload dears?
Status: Closed, in progress. ; ;

Comments

FIGHT: Ventus vs. Vanitas [[ACTION]]

[probation_you]

[The dark corridor ends in time for Ventus to slam down onto the tin roofing, the bolts keeping it together digging into his skin. Vanitas merely stands and waits, Void Gear appearing in one hand. There's no regret, no remorse for his actions, just an underlying...something that makes him all the more furious, because its tearing him up inside.]

You choose them? Fine.

Then you can watch them burn after you join with me.

[wayward_faith]

[There's a wince, and he grits his teeth as he begins to sit up. The look he gives Vanitas is one of betrayal and loss. This is it, he knows it; there's no turning back, anymore. No more chances to reason with him...

Ventus raises his right hand, but not to summon his Keyblade; no, instead it slams into the button on his left shoulder. In a flash he's standing and in his armor, but it's missing something- the helmet. There's nothing to hide.]

No one's going to burn, Vanitas.

[It's said with a final certainty, Lost Memory flashing back into existence. Vanitas...]

[probation_you]

They are all going to die- and you are going to help me do it!

[He doesn't initialize fights. That's the idiot's job- the heroic coward with everything left to lose and a desperation that makes them weak. so very ready to fall.]

[And yet here he is, rushing in with wild abandon. That's the difference between himself and the hero; he's never had anything to lose]

Keywords... ;;

[wayward_faith]

No, I won't!

[He's no coward; he's not hiding behind others anymore... because he doesn't have to. This is the first time, for him, that no one's protected him. Now that there's nothing to buffer it... his heart's racing, trying to think of just one more way-

Vanitas is rushing in, and it's with a tear that he crosses blades with his dark half, creating a small shockwave. He might have everything to lose, but... that just made it everything to fight for.

He doesn't want to, but he's finding himself pushing against the blade, casting a close-range fire spell.]

;A; stop making this so heartbreaking

[probation_you]

[Ventus- Ventus doesn't have the right to cry. Doesn't have the right to feel regret and sadness for this, and yet there he is, feeling all these things that just makes Vanitas more and more enraged, snapping away and hissing as he carelessly angles himself, the spell searing across his arm.]

[His retaliation comes as he races across the roof, shooting dark blast after dark blast as his other. Who cares that his attention and power is divided between this and those peons below? He would win, he would surface the victor-]

[And he would watch their faces and hearts fall into abject despair as they realized they would never have their precious Ventus back again.]

BLAME MY GODDAMN SHUFFLE ;A;

[wayward_faith]

[They have every right. That bond... it goes both ways; Ventus realized it when he accepted his past over a month ago. That sting of betrayal... the one he'd caused. He shook his head, blocking as many of the blasts as he could, waiting for it... waiting-]

[And suddenly Ventus isn't there anymore; he's teleported behind Vanitas, unleashing slash after slash. His ultimate shotlock: multivortex.]

.../has been shuffling through Dead By April .w.;

[probation_you]

[Vanitas takes several hits before he can summon himself away, moving at a speed that leaves a slowly fading after image of just before he makes the motion. Gritting his teeth, he lashes out, striking Ventus in the back. He's going to make sure that this hurts as just as much for his opponent, his other, as it does for himself.]

[The caution that had been built by his death, the respect for Ventus' abilities; it's gone. All that's left is blood lust, a need to win and a need to cause pain. Even if the only person here to cause pain to is the blond in front of him.]

/BbS OST and Ven's playlist .w.;

[wayward_faith]

[Ventus takes the hit to the back, crying out in pain. It doesn't mean he's giving up; no, far from it. That pain just pushes him further, rounding on his other and locking blades again. The pain, the fury from Vanitas isn't hidden in his eyes. He doesn't want to continue like this, but all that pain, what it will cause for the others...]

[The charm glows, his role of the pacifist over, most respect he had built for Vanitas gone. If Vanitas wanted to cause pain... he'd have to stop it. Ventus presses against his other, pushing him away before he glows as well.]

[It was time for them all to face the light...]

we suck so much ;;

[probation_you]

[That light vaguely reminds him of New Years; of setting off fireworks, spells, all through out the woods. It had taken days of preparation, immense concentration and skill, and he'd-]

[He'd been proud of it, at the time. Felt achieved, lorded over the fact that despite what Ventus might think, he could use his darkness in ways no one else understood...or wanted to.]

[The memory spurs him into lashing out, leaping forward with his keyblade raised high, intent on impaling Ventus. This wasn't the childish games of their past; he could still force Ventus to join him, even if it was their original body that was destroyed. All he needed to do was strike in a way Ventus couldn't recover from...]

... ... ... /sobs

[wayward_faith]

[Ventus can see the look in Vanitas' eyes, can practically feel the reminiscence that comes along with it. Something that had taken so much out of them both-]

[But now wasn't the time. Lingering on this other's emotions like this would get him killed... it hurt more than any blow ever could. That being said, he stares for just a moment, jumping out just in time for only his armor to be shattered by the blow. If he had waited a second longer, he would have been a dead man.]

[Trembling and fearful, dripping a little blood from the shards of armor piercing skin, he lashed out, spinning and slashing across as he and the Keyblade were surrounded in flame- A tiny Vanitas, laughing to hide his pain at getting injured, burning down a swing at the park. The fireworks on New Years. His reaction to the Christmas presents... 'I never gave you one for the fourth year...']

[A realization made too late.]

/tries not to cry too much

[probation_you]

[He's got him- he's got him right where he wants him, Ventus staring at him like a deer in the headlights- and then he doesn't. It's his one, fatal flaw as he struggles to halt in time, only to scream in tortured agony as the flaming keyblade cuts through flesh, searing muscle, straight into his stomach-]

[Vanitas collapses onto the ground with labored, tortured gasps, knowing its not a blow he's getting up from. Void Gear clatters uselessly on the tin, striking metal with a sickening twang of noise as he chokes on blood and bile, grasping with one hand as he completely collapses, clutching onto Ventus' pant leg and shutting his eyes tight. He knows what would show in them.]

[Fear. Absolute and utter terror, and below them, the Unversed die out as he opens his eyes and turns his head towards Ventus in blind panic, trying to pull him nearer, seeking something, anything- a quick end, something to keep him there, anything at all.]

V-Ventus-! [He's not so full of himself to deny that its a pitiful sob for help, on one of his last

/fuck that, gets the tissue box

[wayward_faith]

[Ventus is beside himself when his other collapses to the ground, scrambling for just more air. His worst fears...and he's dealt the finishing blow on not just Vanitas. He can feel it, his heart reaching out for the darkness, and it terrifies him, but nothing more than the gasps for air.]

V-Vanitas...

[He's suddenly on his knees, Lost Memory clattering uselessly to the ground as he takes Vanitas into his arms. No... That fear... was mutual. What... what was going to happen to them both, now? There was no tug to unite, no will to become one. Just to survive. But that chance...]

[There are tears building up, because with each of Vanitas' gasps, he's becoming more and more lethargic. Half of himself... But he stays there, cradling Vanitas in his arms just like he had that one week he'd found him with a dislocated knee, hiding his face in his shirt.]

[Another tear falls.] I-I'm so sorry... I didn't-

/j-just, cries forever

[probation_you]

[Its a small comfort that this time, he isn't dying alone. He stares, glassy eyed, and he can feel it, that tug between them vicious and pulling Ventus with him. He doesn't have the strength to stop it, barely has the strength to take the next, labored breath that sends fire racing through his entire body. Everything hurts, even as his body reacts to the pain and he begins to slowly go numb, the frantic beating of his heart doing more damage than good as it sends his blood out severed veins all the faster.]

[He heals well, but in this point of time- not fast enough. There's no saving himself- even if he had the strength to heal, even if Ventus and Aqua were both attempting it together with numerous amounts of people, it wouldn't be enough.]

[He was dying once again.]

Y-you...idiot... [He tries to breathe, intake, inhale, but its on half a breath, then a quarter, till all that's coming out of his mouth is the faintest of pants. The last of his energy goes into hiding his face in Ventus' shirt, just so he can't see his face

/whoever wants to catch Ven can do so now so he don't go splat. :|

[wayward_faith]

[A small one, but comfort nonetheless. Ventus isn't able to stop it, either; it's hard to just keep his own breathing under control, let alone from dying himself. He knows the damage he's inflicted was fatal, and now all he can do is watch.]

[It sucks, and it hurts so much. After all the days they spent here, weeks of constant bickering with the weird moments they actually got along quite well and could coexist... Why couldn't those days have continued?]

I know... [When Vanitas buries his head in his shirt, the armor vanished to show the damage Vanitas had inflicted as well. His arms were singed, and terrible cut crossing his torso and abdomen. He hurt all over, and to keep himself from sobbing outright, Ventus buried his face into Vanitas' hair.] ...I'm here.

[Then the cool mist of Darkness begins to form, and his grip tightens in a feeble attempt to keep them together. 'No, please... don't go.' Tears fell freely at the point the cool darkness dissipated. Ven was on borrowed time

fffffft /only one here right now

[prominence_glow]

[When the monsters had disappeared, Lea had been slightly confused. No one had given him a memo on how Unversed worked, or what they did. Where they came from. So to see them all vanish like that... Lea had paused, chest heaving as he looked around.

What was...?

Movement from above has his head snapping towards that direction, and he feels his eyes go wide. No!]

Ven!

[The blades are tossed to the sides as he takes off running, ignoring the exhaustion as he throws all that he is into this. With a twist of his feet, he turns around, using his entire body to catch his friend. The effort makes him crash into the hard pavement, scraping his arms and legs, even his back. Ignoring the pain, he grabs onto Ven.]

C'mon! Open your eyes!

[Oh god, he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to fix this-]

ha ha let me just-

[patchworkdoctor]

[Stein's sweaty, panting, completely unsure what these damn things are - they don't have souls, which is completely out of his realm of knowledge, and he can't really work with something he doesn't know.

And suddenly, they just... disappear. Poof! Gone!

He notices Lea catching something, and without hesitation he runs over, sliding on his knees to a stop in front of Lea, Spirit stuck in the ground beside him.]

...Let me see.