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[theprobator]

[one might consider a creature that is more or less a shadow of another-- and enough of just a shadow to pick up on the emotions of whoever's light they're standing behind-- an unfortunate soul. unfortunate or not, for the majority of his existence, Vanitas has been trying with everything in his being to keep every single schmoopy wisp of affection

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[quackery]

what?

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[theprobator]

Ahiru.

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[quackery]

yeah?

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[theprobator]

I've thought about this. You're not all that bad.

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[todomarishi]

What's your problem with Ven?

[Got a problem with the little bropal, got a problem with him. You know how it goes.]

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[theprobator]

[watch that question sail right out past the Pull, Terra.]

Where are you?

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[todomarishi]

[Vanitas. What's he up to now? Well, if it's a fight he wants...]

By the stadium.

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[theprobator]

Stay right there, then. Don't even think about running.

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[no_resignations]

[Since Saix is working, he'll voice it.]

I am acquainted with the individual named Ventus.

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[theprobator]

How well?

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[no_resignations]

...Well enough that he refuses to accept that people change, it would seem.

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[theprobator]

Good friend then, right?

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[pullsheavendown]

[Doop doop doop walking home because it's a nice day-

Oh for pete's sake.]

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[theprobator]

[no. nonononononono no no no no-- that would be his reaction... if Vanitas were. you know, in his right mind.]

[but all he has right now is that brotherly love Ventus feels for Roxas hovering over his heart like how a hideous rainbow might clear up a thunderstorm, so the minute he spots Roxas, he's turning on his heels and walking over.]

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[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas wasn't planning on starting a fight, but if Vanitas is ready for the next round, he'll oblige. He steels himself as he waits for Vanitas, ready to summon his Keyblades at any moment.]

What do you want?

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[theprobator]

[you don't get an answer, Roxas. you don't even get any verbal acknowledgment, Vanitas just keeps walking until he's a mere few feet away, calm as can be.]

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[linkings]

[Well, someone missed the memo on the network. At least Vanitas' memo. She's been keeping away from the new trees on her own accord now.

But when she spots a head of familiar shaped hair, she stops immediately only to pick up the pace to catch up to him from behind. He looks a bit different --something feels off-- but she tries to brush that feeling aside.]

Sora?

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[theprobator]

[Vanitas stops cold-- for a moment he stares straight ahead, and the fact that he stopped at all is the only acknowledgment Naminé gets.]

[but then he turns slightly, golden eyes searching her face for some sort of recognition. ... right. that girl who wound up in Sector 7. Vanitas doesn't even bother trying to correct her on misidentifying him.]

What do you want?

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[linkings]

[Namine backs up almost immediately at his eyes. The reaction and the tone were so anti-Sora, and she remembered someone with that same tone saying some rather unpleasant words when she first arrived and was chilling with the cows.

She does take a few steps back, just for some distance.]

S-sorry? I thought... you were someone else.

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[theprobator]

Right, Sora.

[if Naminé had caught him on just about any other day, he would be spending his time trying to convince her that he is Sora-- but there go those pangs again; Ventus' desire to help those who need it.]

I'm not him. I don't know where he is.