Something Wicked [Active, Open]

[chingdomkye]

Character(s): Vanitas and anyone who meets up with him.
Content: Vanitas enters Paixao. This can't be good.
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Week 26, Mid-day.
Warnings: It's Vanitas.

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[sceadu_gemynd]

Darkness. Thick, cloying darkness. It wasn't something Zexion often smelled arriving in the city, and he would have had to have been all but unable to smell in order to miss it. Whoever this new arrival was, he might well prove to be an interesting. Certainly interesting enough to make a trip to the gates worth his while.

He was, of course, careful to set his portal so that it came out in a side alley instead of the street itself. There was no need to worry the people any further than they already were. Besides, even if he wasn't bothering with his usual disguise this time, such an inexpertly applied use of fear and terror wasn't his style. Yes, they were useful, but they were better wielded with nigh surgical precision and not the broad, sweeping strokes that this visitor was using.

Fortunately enough, the hood of cloak hid his face as he stepped out into the street proper, letting the portal slide shut behind him. Not surprisingly, what little crowd there was left parted willing for him - everyone know what that dark cloak

[inthe_cards]

It had been rather quiet as of late, much to the Gambler's dismay. The actions of their tenants had gotten stale. Rather, nothing of interest had developed. Everyone was too busy mingling among one another, attempting to rebuild from what fragments of their past lives remained before they were introduced to the playing field. For this reason, the tenth member had ventured out, on the prowl for rumors, gossip, anything that may prove a promising lead. Vanaheim, the shady slums that welcomed their esteemed guests more readily, was the best place to start

Sorry... Man, he just won't DO anything more!

[chingdomkye]

Two people had suddenly stepped in front of Vanitas. Had one been dressed any differently, he would have simply shoved them both aside. His head turned to the cloaked individual. "Those are some familiar threads." He looked him up and down, flat out ignoring the other man. "What do you want?"

[sceadu_gemynd]

Zexion couldn't help but smile to himself under the safety as Luxord weighed in on the situation. It was rare indeed that he had a proper devil's advocate to work against, and he fully intended to make the most of it. But first, the comment about his clothes.

"I could say much the same about yours." As he recalled, Vexen's replica had been wearing it in that memory he preferred not to dwell on, although the shock of its initial viewing had long since worn off. One of the more fortunate side effects of his current state, he assumed. One couldn't be truly bothered without a heart, even with something as mentally distressing as he'd seen. But that was the past(future). This was hardly the time to be wool-gathering.

"Are you not already finding what lies beyond this gilded cage?" Zexion asked, keeping his voice comparatively neutral for the time being. "Or have I heard wrong about the expeditions to the places beyond these domes?"

[inthe_cards]

Ignored or not, the development was most intriguing. So, this newcomer, gaudily dressed as he was, was familiar with their tell-tale cloaks. He was attentive and keen to remember the details of body language and vocal inflections throughout. His own posture--arms across his chest loosely, weight supported on one leg with the other propped for balance's sake and his head calmly tilted with one arched brow cocked--seemed a bit lackluster and irked. Rest assured though, the Gambler could care less whether he was acknowledged by this newcomer or not. Either way, he would glean the valuable information and assess the position of this piece on the board