「 darkness prevails 」

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           ❝ I swore I would survive… And be there to see what awaited beyond the Keyblade War. ❞

belated birthday present for a certain piece of nort trash ♡

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χ [[I’ll probably be deleting most my old threads since they’re, ahem, well, the youngest is 4 months old. I’m planning on keeping Overdue Return & Devil You Know. But, otherwise, deleted. That being said, I’d love to start up RPing again with some folks. Some things to remember since I’ve been gone forever: ]]

I don’t always follow back & I might even unfollow if you post too much stuff; that doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP, only that my dash was too congested. In fact, if you’re a single-muse canon KH character, you don’t even need to ask permission to tag/ping me in a starter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I rarely drop threads but I may take a few months to get back to you WHOOPS. Again, don’t assume I’m uninterested. This muse only bites me every so often. That being said, if you want to shoot an ask at me, I do check asks about every other week.

The “young Xehanort” referred to on here will be @nortreport, the “young Eraqus” referred to on here will be @lightexpired. 

While I have Skype, I don’t RP with MX on Skype. Just ain’t his jam. If you’d like my Skype for plotting, you can ask for it--but that is going to be me assuming you’re coming to me with a plot, please don’t show up and just ask for one. I’d rather just wing it at that point.

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Drops the Book of Prophecies here and leaves

It’s missing a page…

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「 ✙ 」 “   Ｏw! Hey watch it!   ” The book’s vessel struggled a little when picked up by the arm, but not too much. “   I’m not a replica, I’m a vessel created by the Book of Prophecies to keep it safe from the effects of darkness and time. I’m really the book itself but I take the forms of those who are written in the pages.   ” He huffed a little even when he was dropped to the ground. B.P rubbed the back of his head lightly and made the book return from where it original came from. “   How? I was originally from here. I created this place even before it was called the Keyblade Graveyard. Also tea sounds nice.   ”

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｢∞」 “How open and over explanatory. Shouldn’t you keep details like that a bit more secret? Perhaps, as a book, you cannot help but give knowledge when asked,” he messes up his hair with one against-grain slide of fingers through.  “You... created this place? I doubt that. If you are a book, I believe you’ve got some worms crawling through your binding. My dear boy, this World is one of the few that was from before the Keyblade War. Upon its return, it remained as barren as it was left: sans the plethora of Keyblades to mark the warrior’s graves. And all Worlds after the Keyblade War were created through the light and memories of the children... perhaps a book could help organize them, but this World especially would be an exception. Though, with such information stated so confidently...”

He trails off, heading out of the living room-study they were in, and into the kitchen just a rock’s throw away. He sets a (already filled?) kettle on the stove, opening the cupboards above. “Do you object to lemon-jasmine?”

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Drops the Book of Prophecies here and leaves

It’s missing a page…

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「 ✙ 」 Ｈisses and takes the book. “   No touchy. You don’t get to touch.   ”

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｢∞」 “...Roxas?” narrows eyes. “How’d you get into... well, no, not Roxas. Wrong heart. Some sort of construct? A replica?” grabs his free arm and lifts it, the concern of how he got into his home forgotten. One who knew the way in the Keyblade Graveyard wouldn’t struggle too much to find it, at least. “Hm...” and lifts him entirely up by the arm. “It seems sturdy enough,” drops him down, waving his hand toward the door. “I don’t want an incomplete book, so I won’t fight you for but a half-finished accurate history. Would you like some tea as you explain how you manifested in my home?”

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Drops the Book of Prophecies here and leaves

It’s missing a page…

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“No, aint the rat,” he said with a chuckle before a sly grin pirked up on his scarred face. How long could he drag such a thing on, when there were only seven of them to begin with? “Just a little blue bird who’d probably be dying to see an old friend again.”

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“...Master Aqua?” really, it could be Saix, but he was certainly not one to be hog-tied... nor a light, last he checked. The man sighs once more, though it turns into something of a smile. “I’ll take the bait. How are you planning on capturing her? What do you intend to do once you succeed?”

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reforza - im gunna hog tie one of the lights. be proud of me jiji

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“…why? We don’t need information yet that you could get from interrogation. Please don’t tell me you want me to shove my heart fragment in them, I’m finally settling down on a good Thirteen, and only one of the expected lights are involved.”

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Oh come on. Dont tell me you wouldn’t enjoy a tet to tet with an old friend~

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“...which old friend are we talking about? I’m afraid the only one of the Lights I’ve known for any length of time has been the King; his shrill voice is swift to give me a headache. Unless you’re speaking of another...?”

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reforza - im gunna hog tie one of the lights. be proud of me jiji

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“...why? We don’t need information yet that you could get from interrogation. Please don’t tell me you want me to shove my heart fragment in them, I’m finally settling down on a good Thirteen, and only one of the expected lights are involved.”

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Overdue Return

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“Fuck no,” Vanitas growled immediately.  “No fuckin’ discount for you.”  His voice settled into an automatic drawl.  “That’s the full price of the book.  It’s against Twilight Town law to charge more than that.”

He was about to tell Xehanort where he could shove that thousand-munny piece.  He was about to try to get him to fuck off by convincing him to leave the library to make change.  But all angry, defiant thoughts flew away when the man touched him.

His whole body went stiff as a corpse, his eyes fixing on Xehanort’s in revulsion and helpless terror.  His heart pounded in his ears with such a cacophony that he almost didn’t catch the Master’s next words.  But he did.  And when he was released, his chin dropped, and his eyes roamed away in horror as the sickening realization washed over him.

Everyone in the building had just become a hostage.

Vanitas squinted his eyes shut, trying to get a handle on his breathing, which had turned shallow and shuddering.  He felt dizzy, sick; that old feeling of utter helpless had returned.  Xehanort was right; he had grown.  He wouldn’t risk the lives of the innocent people in this library just for a chance at his own safety.  And really, it wasn’t even a risk.  Their lives meant nothing to Xehanort.  Even if Vanitas succeeded in getting away, the Master was fully capable of killing them anyway.

He should have remembered.  Running had always made things worse.

The Dark Thing peeled his eyes open.  Still breathing hard, he looked up at Xehanort, the gold of his gaze churning with unfettered wrath.

“Fine.”  The single word, spoken in a low hiss, dripped with the same venom as a guttural scream.  “I go with you.  But you leave them alone.  Got it?”  He knew how foolish it was to try to give the Master orders, but he didn’t care.  Not in that moment.

In the next moment, however, his eyes flitted away.  Wrath still colored his tone, but humiliation colored his cheeks.

“I can’t just leave, though.  I have to go tell my boss.”  Without looking at the Master, Vanitas stood from his chair.  “Just…just stay here.”  He didn’t ask for permission; he just turned and walked away, up the stairs to the glass-walled offices.

Lying to Linda felt awful; she’d only ever been good to him.  She believed that Vanitas was sick, though.  It was hard to make Van’s moonkissed skin look paler than it already was, but Xehanort’s presence had managed to achieve that.

The feeling of resigned despair began to wash over him as he descended the stairs again–and immediately, he roundhouse-kicked his mental self and began an angry mental tirade.  No, no no no NO NO NO.  DON’T YOU GIVE UP YET YOU FUCKING TWIT.  There might still be a way.  You can’t run, but…

But maybe there was a way to regain a measure of control over the situation.  As long as they were in public, Xehanort could use the people around them as hostages, preventing Van from attacking.  But if Xehanort attacked around people, he wouldn’t be able to move around freely in this world anymore.  No more casual strolls and libraries for him.  It didn’t make logical sense to lash out in a crowd; the consequences would be oh so inconvenient for the Master.  So as long as they were in public, they were at a stalemate.

“Y’know what?  I want pizza.  How ‘bout you buy me some, since you’re so fuckin’ loaded an’ all.  I’ll drive; I know a good place.  Sounds good, right?  You wanna talk?  Well I want pizza.”

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｢∞」“Twilight Town needs an economic overhaul. Or... I suppose it means it hasn’t gone through any economic downfalls, nor have any connections with other Worlds for trading. Which is odd, considering how it used to be... well, nevermind that,” he waves the thought away. 

Oh yes. That’s what he was wanting, expecting. Such frozen terror, his very skin desperate to fling itself off his body. Good to know he still had such an effect on him. He’s tempted to see if his fear’s grown in intensity, but logs that thought to try another day.

After all, they’ll certainly being seeing plenty of one another.

“Yes, yes. Keep up pretenses of civility with your little friends. Don’t dally too long,” no more threat than that, eyes off Vanitas entirely; picking up the book he planned on borrowing and beginning to skim the pages. Upon Vanitas return, he’d since stop reading--and was chatting with one of his coworkers. Apparently he’d easily paid off his debt (or swindled his way out of it), both books now tagged with bar codes and other information; one under his arm, and the other on the desk. He smiles, gentle and way too kind, when Vanitas returns.

“Ah, Vanitas. I’m glad you could take some time off for your old man. I’m so sorry to be dropping in unannounced, but you know how busy I am. You never told me you had such lovely coworkers,” he wraps an arm around his shoulder, gripping painfully tight and guiding him more toward the exit. Pretending to be nice for social sake was quite draining.

“You’ll drive...?” he rubs a hand down his face. He’d much rather walk than be in any sort of closed vehicle. He didn’t even like the confinement of a standard Keyblade Glider, vouching for wings instead. 

“We’ll portal,” he just short of rolls his eyes at the thought of driving, what kind of domestic life was his protégé living? “That much is non-negotiable,” he waves his hand dismissively. “But we can at least go to a more private area before creating said portal, if it makes you ever so uncomfortable that your little friends know anything about you,” there’s an odd amount of bitterness in his tone, but it doesn’t taint his features.

“But otherwise, I accept your offer. Don’t make a scene if I make you uncomfortable, behave as an adult, chew with your mouth closed, no pepperoni,” and when he was finished with his short list, he gestures toward the door. “Shall we?”

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     [✗] To tell the truth, Vanitas was neither happy or even surprised to see Xehanort again. He knew Xehanort was still around– obviously, by the fragment inside Sora– but his feelings were still in question. Xehanort ruined his one shot of salvation. But at the same time, he was responsible for allowing Vanitas to reawaken within Sora. But the bottom line was still the same- Vanitas felt incredibly bitter toward that old abusive man.

      He threw a glare at Xehanort when the Master slips a hand under his chin, regrettably but still listening to him with a sour face on. As much as Vanitas wanted to appear grouchy, it still looked like a pout considering it was Sora’s body. “I’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Wʜʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ? …. Is ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ X﹣ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ?” He pauses to allow a grin over his features.

      “….Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ… Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ﹐ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Tʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴛ’s ʙᴏᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.”

      When the wall finally disappeared and released him, Vanitas let out a long breath. He took one look at the organization coat, made a face in disgust, and waved one hand as darkness collected on his finger tips. It spread up his fingers and crawled along his arm. At the same time it spread up his boots and legs, all the darkness consuming his body until it stopped at his chin. From there Vanitas tugged on the zipper to the coat and discarded it, revealing a black and red bodysuit underneath.

      “Tʜᴀᴀᴀᴛ’s ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss I’ᴍ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ sᴋɪɴ. … Bᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ﹐ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴᴛʜ ᴠᴇssᴇʟ. Iᴛ’s ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ Sᴏʀᴀ’s ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. Iᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀsɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙᴇᴅ. Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss.”

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｢∞」“The is exactly my concern. You spent your life aiming for a goal that you failed to achieve, leaving you trapped for a decade and me on a vacation,” granted, he could be considered just as trapped as Vanitas--but many of those years were spent gallivanting with Heartless and Nobodies, so it hardly seemed like such a prison. 

“You were never going to get the χ-blade, you are to become the χ-blade,” a wave of his hand and the coat goes from the floor to his hand; he gives it a light dusting before placing it on the couch. No reason to treat such valuable pieces with such disrespect.

“Of course,” the man raises a brow, expression perplexed. “Did you think you... weren’t going to be the thirteenth vessel?” he places a hand on Vanitas’s head, giving a gentle ruffle. “I expect and desire for you to consume Sora’s heart--whether that be Sora slowly becoming you, or you gaining some of his attributes. The latter is more preferable, as it is quicker... but the former has a slightly higher success rate,” he begins to stroke the boy’s cheek. 

“Did you really think I’d rip your chance of salvation away? That I wouldn’t allow you to fulfill the purpose, that I’d let you watch your destiny fall into another’s hands? You underestimate how much I care for you, Vanitas,” a low chuckle, fingers curling under his chin before letting him go.

“But I must emphasize that you cannot destroy Sora’s heart: you must assimilate him. It is his body, and such may reject you if it doesn’t have its native heart any longer. Take it from someone with a great deal of experience in other’s bodies,” a hearty laugh, patting Vanitas’s on the shoulder. Way too friendly, but... he seemed in a surprisingly good mood.

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Warning: Will completely destroy your life and all you hold dear. Oh, and he sort of wants to take over the Multiverse, watch out for that, too.

Better, more appropriate for the intended age group. I wouldn’t call a handful of Worlds a multiverse, though. 

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                   ❝   the future has already been written.

                                             d e s t i n y is inevitable. ❞

                                      the master. ┋ the purpose. ┋the guide.

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warning: psychotic evil asshole.

That’s not a warning, per se, but I won’t argue the details. And watch your language, young man, you’re setting a terrible example for the children.

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If my muse had a warning label, what would theirs say?

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All I’ve spoken with today has been vessels. I need to get out more.