#sleepingpurity

[fractis-caeruleus-blog]

//I think despite not being able to use small font or icons or anything special, i want to start rping on here again. i really fucking miss this place and all you guys, so hey. i'm gonna start spreading the seeds for cerin's official return from death.

[heartpersonified]

Post Reaper Reaper Game- Wake me Up

The fabric of the universe could shift and meld into a variety of colors and sounds completely indistinct to the human eye. But when one was made up of these varying compositions, your eyes could see through it all, into the very deepest depths of life itself. Into secret pockets purposefully hidden.

And sometimes? Prying hands could reach in, and take something out.

Kingdom Hearts works diligently to recreate each being under his care. This one-- small and peitite. This one, dimples. This one was always tired. This one was always scared.

Piece by piece he builds each back from the very barest of particles, until they sing vibrantly to their own tunes. The only one who decided death in this universe was the universe itself.

[unholy-keyblader-archive]

-poking- "Yo, sup? How you liking the afterlife? I know I'm bored."

Hella boring.  I’m just kinna waitin’.  Waitin’ waitin’.

[unholy-keyblader-archive]

[Send to: Nommy] [Sender: Ven] Nommy, something feels really off. I didn't see that other kind Vanitas at the end mission and idk who to report to, but my partner was acting really weird yesterday. I don't want to admit it and I sure as hell don't wanna show it to my partner, but Nommy. I'm scared. I've been scared this whole time, I just never told anyone and I didn't want anyone to think lesser of me for being scared. [Message Sent]

Underneath a pile of rubble, a phone with a cracked, bloodied screen vibrated with the new notification.  It stirred a bit of dust, and then fell silent.

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

The Itsy Bitsy Spiiiiiiderrrr

He supposed the only benefits to Spain Hill was an overcrowding of buildings; it left everything dark and shaded. On the negative side, it also trapped the sounds and smells-- a crowd of voices echoed through air that smelled like filtered coffee and spiced Mexican food, leaving Vanitas snappish from the start. "Find and deliver the presents." He reads, snapping his phone shut. What he wouldn't do to be rid of the thing. "No afterthought into what these presents look like. If they're wrapped. Who they belong to--" Ventus did well yesterday. A sharp exhale, and he side eyes his partner. If he pretends he's done well every day so far, it makes it easier to open his mouth and-- "Where to?"

[10:36:27 AM] Mama Elfchan: "If we have to, you can always start dumpster diving." An offhand comment as they begin to move. There's smaller noise filtering through the area, and it's worthwhile to light up some Dixiefrogs just to watch them hop frantically around as they burn, bored yellow eyes tracking their motions. Being nice to people isn't what he's good at. If they find anything, perhaps he can convince Ventus that they should simply keep it for themselves... "The Reapers won't be too much trouble-- we just avoid the areas with the greater concentrations of players. Keep an eye out for them."

[11:34:33 AM] GeGe: "I don't think presents jump from cars or whatever and land straight into a dumpster." He let out a nervous laugh as he tried to ignore the burning Dixiefrogs, though he was kind of getting used to Vanitas in a way tormenting them. He did feel kind of bad though.... "I think we'll be fine though. Heck, maybe no one has even gone through this place yet. So we might score lucky points." If anything the words of confidence where for probably more to assure himself since really he doubt it would have any possitive effect on Vanitas. Probably made him sound like a hopeful fool, which he kind of was deep down yet he couldn't even fully belive his own words.

[11:38:07 AM] Mama Elfchan: "It's the Game; I doubt presents just fall out of cars and land neatly in the street, waiting to be collected." The fact that Ventus wasn't even saying anything against his actions was interesting, though. He'd been so angry day 2, with the birds... "Sure. If that's what helps you sleep at night." A light scoff before Vanitas rounds a corner, ducking into one of the side alleys and keeping his eyes open for anything of interest. "We're halfway done with this silly game; it's not going to be that simple."

[12:12:14 PM] GeGe: "Mmm true, but it's not like it was made to be entirely simple." He shrugged, following at least two feet behind Vanitas. Deep down Ven felt like something was wrong or off, but he couldn't place what it was. It had nothing to do with Vanitas though, more or less a tug on his own heart. He ignored it though since it was probably nothing really important. "I hope we find at least one present though, it's getting close to end time...."

[12:23:50 PM] Mama Elfchan: "Oh please, some of the idiots still playing couldn't find their way out of a plastic bag." There wasn't really that much competition. If he could just finally be let loose, unleashed upon Players and Reapers alike, then-- Wait. Vanitas stops dead in his tracks, pupils dilating as his hands shake, then clench. No... /Yes/. His lips curl into something manic as he turns on his heel, pushing Ventus aside and breaking into a run. He's not going to miss this.

[1:05:30 PM] GeGe: Ven was confused at first why Vanitas had stopped. He was going to ask, but was pushed off to the side and watched as his partner ran off. "Vanitas?! Hey wait!" He yelled, but had a feeling his voice didn't even reach the other. Letting out a frustrated sigh he followed after Vanitas. The running nor the distance really bothered Ven, but he wanted to rip his partner a new one for just running off- Heh, the tables had turned. But finally they stopped in the place that looked all too familular to Ven, Molco. "What the hell V-" He was about to give him heck for running off till he was inturupted by the other's muttering and laughter. What the hell was so funny? There was nothing but chaos around, sure whatever, Vanitas was in his element, but still they couldn't stay here for long.

[1:09:13 PM] Mama Elfchan: He couldn't stop laughing if he tried. His sides ache, but still, he's chuckling-- and that just turns to full blown laughter as something gaudy and pink catches his eye, doubling over in hysterics. He can't speak. This is all too good, too much. He can barely think past the god, so he points over to the phone booth-- and the very pink package wrapped up neatly inside.

[1:22:23 PM] GeGe: Ven hesitently rubbed his back gently, not really sure what to do for his partner since he pretty much lost his mind. But he looked at the way he was pointing and saw the pink package in the phone booth. "Don't go any where you laughing hyena." He said before running off to the phone booth and quickly grabbing the box and reading the name of the owner, only letting out a loud snort before jogging back to Vanitas. "It's for you."

[1:25:17 PM] Mama Elfchan: "Give it." Is the automatic response. He's never actually received a gift before, and whilst he hardly expects the contents to be kind, it is /his/. Not Ventus'. The brat had received plenty of gifts before. Snatching the box away, he raises a brow skeptically at the decor before ripping it open.

[1:36:43 PM] Mama Elfchan: He takes a moment of pause to look at the contents-- notes and all.

[1:38:41 PM] Mama Elfchan: "Good puppy, huh?" A scoff as he pockets the coupon, staring disdainfully at the collar. That gets pocketed too, for a later date and time when the god won't be so glad to have given it to him. The box is thrown on the ground... right before he sets it on fire. He still received it, so they'll still get points. What he does with said box? That's up to him.

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Alright Look I'll Stop Kicking Them, Happy?

--After he kicks this last one, at least. The sandshrew itself appears to be made of compact sand, so the worst the attack does is knock the stupid thing over and make it easier to catch, much to Vanitas' satisfaction. They were finally getting somewhere with all of these pokemon.

"They're getting stronger."

[vanitycultured-archive-blog]

Gotta Kick 'Em All!

Pokemon seemed to be predominantly reliant on hearing-- if they were actually reliant on anything at all. When the wind changed to their favor, they didn't move. Hell, he was dead up ahead of someone of them, and they still peaked at the ground contentedly, overly fat pigeons and little rats that scrambled around the cleaning the moment his muscles tensed and he went in for the kill. It's overly satisfying to let his boot connect with the skull of a Pidgey and hear a telltale crunch. Guess that one's no good then. And since he didn't catch it? Not his problem. "These creatures are pathetic." But it still feels good to finally exhibit some physical violence on something other than the Unversed.

[fractis-caeruleus-blog]

Looking around nervously he took a tiny step towards Cerin. "Hey um... You're the reaper guarding this wall right?"

                                       Ventus….And……Vanitas?

”..One of them, yeah.” came a quiet reply from the Unversed turned Reaper, staring back and forth between the blond player and his partner. Thank god he found those sunglasses and decided to wear them, for he couldn’t bear for them to see the look in his eyes. Small little flickers of memories flashed in his mind, and Cerin couldn’t help but wince at the sudden migraine that seemed to suddenly erupt in his head. But trying to shake away the feeling and thoughts, he stood firm as he nodded in some sort of silent confirmation to himself/

No…no time for that now.

                 ”If you wanna pass, we gotta have a little cat pun standoff.”