3rd attack
[So if you haven't seen our lovely little masked boy lately, its because he's been busy. Busy doing what you say? Busy doing what he does best and secretly plotting. But he's not gonna get anywhere if he can't do anything. So he tries this whole thing that everyone's talking about. Bending? And after trying to summon his keyblade until his brain was about to explode last week he did it.]
[Now fast forward to today, where he's in the Eastern District, propped up against some wall not suspicious at all what would make you think that. He has his hand extended. As if he's deep in thought, trying to accomplish something, but its unsure what.]
[What happens next is rather gradual, but noticeable. His gloved hand somehow changes, as if its surrounded by this strange aura. The air almost compresses around it and suddenly it turns black and there's a brief flicker of a feint but very distinct purple. The 'energy' hovers over his hand until it seeps to his fingertips, and the violate aura that was once flickering is now pulsing, with varying beats, almost like an erratic heart beat. Ironic considering that Vanitas didn't really have a heart.
He then draws the hand to his face, admiring the aura surrounding his hand, clenching his fist before the 'mist energy' surrounding his hand extinguishes.]
Hmph. Perfect.
[and then he's looking down at his hand again, and though you can't see it there's something...strange in his voice. As if this small victory means more than he's letting on.
Just perfect.
[Now fast forward to today, where he's in the Eastern District, propped up against some wall not suspicious at all what would make you think that. He has his hand extended. As if he's deep in thought, trying to accomplish something, but its unsure what.]
[What happens next is rather gradual, but noticeable. His gloved hand somehow changes, as if its surrounded by this strange aura. The air almost compresses around it and suddenly it turns black and there's a brief flicker of a feint but very distinct purple. The 'energy' hovers over his hand until it seeps to his fingertips, and the violate aura that was once flickering is now pulsing, with varying beats, almost like an erratic heart beat. Ironic considering that Vanitas didn't really have a heart.
He then draws the hand to his face, admiring the aura surrounding his hand, clenching his fist before the 'mist energy' surrounding his hand extinguishes.]
Hmph. Perfect.
[and then he's looking down at his hand again, and though you can't see it there's something...strange in his voice. As if this small victory means more than he's letting on.
Just perfect.