Vanitas wastes no time shutting the doors and pointing his keyblade at them. Silver and black chains briefly cross the door in an X before vanishing into motes. He kicks the doors twice to test their hold and nods.
While Ventus makes a beeline for the couch, Vanitas paces around the foyer looking at and poking objects with Void Gear until the restless wound-up energy that wants to be Floods dissipates more naturally. Unlike Ventus, he feels they're decently safe in here as long as they don't go outside, and that helps a great deal, especially since he doesn't want to so much as look at an Unversed right now.
Ventus seems to have healing well in hand, anyway, the smell of flowers filling the air. There's not much Vanitas's meager-to-non-existent skill in the area could add to the party - he has the familiar urge to call Aqua over instilled by a year of occasional training accidents, quickly stifled by the remembrance she's not here. Vanitas's mind naturally shunts the thought and emotions associated away before anything can happen.
Finally, the room thoroughly inspected, Vanitas stalks over to where Ventus is, dismisses his keyblade, and leans against a wall, looking out into the foyer. He turns his head when Ventus speaks. The cold, dry tone feels... weirdly nostalgic, and definitely like he's being scolded by Eraqus. Vanitas doesn't appreciate it coming from someone who looks like a broom given human form, although it's debatable he would it coming from anyone at all. His eyes narrow.
First of all... "I didn't set it on anything, it was born pissed." Probably because it was made of a ton of Unversed he'd already aggroed (likely also because as Ventus's ire, Vanitas would naturally be a target of it). Ventus's statement of him having made thousands of Unversed isn't wrong - Vanitas hasn't been counting but he wouldn't be surprised - but something about it still rankles. "I've never seen anything like that before." Not even this 'remnant'.
Normally Vanitas is very fine with people assuming he knows more than he does, and equally reluctant to admit he doesn't. Here it's been nothing but confusing and aggravating. "Why, is it a surprise? You clearly have all the answers here, Mr. half-of-me." A lot was happening at the time but he does remember that. He also remembers being told Xehanort should have let him die. It's not kindly predisposing him to Ventus.
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Vanitas wastes no time shutting the doors and pointing his keyblade at them. Silver and black chains briefly cross the door in an X before vanishing into motes. He kicks the doors twice to test their hold and nods.
While Ventus makes a beeline for the couch, Vanitas paces around the foyer looking at and poking objects with Void Gear until the restless wound-up energy that wants to be Floods dissipates more naturally. Unlike Ventus, he feels they're decently safe in here as long as they don't go outside, and that helps a great deal, especially since he doesn't want to so much as look at an Unversed right now.
Ventus seems to have healing well in hand, anyway, the smell of flowers filling the air. There's not much Vanitas's meager-to-non-existent skill in the area could add to the party - he has the familiar urge to call Aqua over instilled by a year of occasional training accidents, quickly stifled by the remembrance she's not here. Vanitas's mind naturally shunts the thought and emotions associated away before anything can happen.
Finally, the room thoroughly inspected, Vanitas stalks over to where Ventus is, dismisses his keyblade, and leans against a wall, looking out into the foyer. He turns his head when Ventus speaks. The cold, dry tone feels... weirdly nostalgic, and definitely like he's being scolded by Eraqus. Vanitas doesn't appreciate it coming from someone who looks like a broom given human form, although it's debatable he would it coming from anyone at all. His eyes narrow.
First of all... "I didn't set it on anything, it was born pissed." Probably because it was made of a ton of Unversed he'd already aggroed (likely also because as Ventus's ire, Vanitas would naturally be a target of it). Ventus's statement of him having made thousands of Unversed isn't wrong - Vanitas hasn't been counting but he wouldn't be surprised - but something about it still rankles. "I've never seen anything like that before." Not even this 'remnant'.
Normally Vanitas is very fine with people assuming he knows more than he does, and equally reluctant to admit he doesn't. Here it's been nothing but confusing and aggravating. "Why, is it a surprise? You clearly have all the answers here, Mr. half-of-me." A lot was happening at the time but he does remember that. He also remembers being told Xehanort should have let him die. It's not kindly predisposing him to Ventus.