[he is nothing if not adaptable — that's something that comes with the territory when, even though you exist for one sole purpose, you're given a fairly wide berth in how exactly you reach that purpose. an endless number of possibilities. all roads in Orlando lead to Disney World eventually. something like that.]
[having no Keyblade or the assistance of the Unversed to help him suss out his surroundings is obnoxious beyond compare, but far be it from Vanitas to actually express that. besides, if he's going to be stuck with whatever this new magic is, learning to use it to his advantage makes a lot more sense than throwing a fit.]
[so there's a kid with stark black hair, and equally bright yellow eyes, wearing a nondescript shirt and jeans (can't access weird darkness bodysuits here, either, after all), and standing next to a ghost kid. maybe the kid who isn't a ghost here looks familiar. maybe he doesn't. in any case, the not ghost kid seems to be ... pulling an assortment of random crap seemingly out of thin air. teddy bears. a train set. some sort of broken video game device.]
[this is clearly getting Vanitas no where. and the ghost kid just seems nonplussed.]
wildcard. SCIENCE!!!!
[after making the mistake of attempting his magic on an boar, Vanitas has really had about enough of ghosts and undead things. optimism isn't much of his thing, but surely some of the more alive idiots wandering about the island could provide him with some more useful ... data, as it were.]
[so, wherever you may be wandering, suddenly, there he is. pleasantries aren't really his thing, either, so he will cut right to the chase.]
You got a minute? I want to try something.
[by the way, his magic is making thoughts tangible — try not to think of anything too stupid. he is exasperated enough as it is.]
Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts
[he is nothing if not adaptable — that's something that comes with the territory when, even though you exist for one sole purpose, you're given a fairly wide berth in how exactly you reach that purpose. an endless number of possibilities. all roads in Orlando lead to Disney World eventually. something like that.]
[having no Keyblade or the assistance of the Unversed to help him suss out his surroundings is obnoxious beyond compare, but far be it from Vanitas to actually express that. besides, if he's going to be stuck with whatever this new magic is, learning to use it to his advantage makes a lot more sense than throwing a fit.]
[so there's a kid with stark black hair, and equally bright yellow eyes, wearing a nondescript shirt and jeans (can't access weird darkness bodysuits here, either, after all), and standing next to a ghost kid. maybe the kid who isn't a ghost here looks familiar. maybe he doesn't. in any case, the not ghost kid seems to be ... pulling an assortment of random crap seemingly out of thin air. teddy bears. a train set. some sort of broken video game device.]
[this is clearly getting Vanitas no where. and the ghost kid just seems nonplussed.]
wildcard. SCIENCE!!!!
[after making the mistake of attempting his magic on an boar, Vanitas has really had about enough of ghosts and undead things. optimism isn't much of his thing, but surely some of the more alive idiots wandering about the island could provide him with some more useful ... data, as it were.]
[so, wherever you may be wandering, suddenly, there he is. pleasantries aren't really his thing, either, so he will cut right to the chase.]
You got a minute? I want to try something.
[by the way, his magic is making thoughts tangible — try not to think of anything too stupid. he is exasperated enough as it is.]