God he probably looks gaunt as heck. Does he fall over when he stands up too fast? That's not helping Vanitas's general subconscious unease.
Vanitas watches Ventus consult the Orb Keyblade with something like bemusement. "Yeah," he says. If Ventus doesn't recognize him, and he doesn't seem to, then it would definitely have to have been before. After all, Vanitas probably would have looked the same, right?
He isn't used to this sort of barrage of questions, but answers as he walks, tapping his keyblade against his thigh. "I didn't know he was. No. Maybe. What desert?" It's a pretty easy guess that Scala Ad Caelum must be the name of the world he just left. That he might have lived there... makes a little sense. It's weird to think about. If he had explored a bit more, would he have found a room that belonged to him? Did that one used to?
He actually looks at Ventus for that last one, because he hears 'keyblade' but it has a strange emphasis on it. "Help with what keyblade?" Like, forging one? (Not entirely off the mark there, Vanitas). Truth be told he never really thought about where they came from.
Unknown to Vanitas, little patches of darkness are already slinking through the grass between the trees. Heartless are rarer and weaker in this era, with the lanes sealed and actual Keyblade Masters extant and keeping an eye on things, but they do exist and in a liminal world like this one, a few can seep through the cracks of Yen Sid's gaze. Two keyblades in the same place is a little too much to resist, even if one is made of darkness rather than the light they crave. Ventus's heart of pure light, injured as it is, is also a rather attractive prospect.
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Vanitas watches Ventus consult the
OrbKeyblade with something like bemusement. "Yeah," he says. If Ventus doesn't recognize him, and he doesn't seem to, then it would definitely have to have been before. After all, Vanitas probably would have looked the same, right?He isn't used to this sort of barrage of questions, but answers as he walks, tapping his keyblade against his thigh. "I didn't know he was. No. Maybe. What desert?" It's a pretty easy guess that Scala Ad Caelum must be the name of the world he just left. That he might have lived there... makes a little sense. It's weird to think about. If he had explored a bit more, would he have found a room that belonged to him?
Did that one used to?He actually looks at Ventus for that last one, because he hears 'keyblade' but it has a strange emphasis on it. "Help with what keyblade?" Like, forging one? (Not entirely off the mark there, Vanitas). Truth be told he never really thought about where they came from.
Unknown to Vanitas, little patches of darkness are already slinking through the grass between the trees. Heartless are rarer and weaker in this era, with the lanes sealed and actual Keyblade Masters extant and keeping an eye on things, but they do exist and in a liminal world like this one, a few can seep through the cracks of Yen Sid's gaze. Two keyblades in the same place is a little too much to resist, even if one is made of darkness rather than the light they crave. Ventus's heart of pure light, injured as it is, is also a rather attractive prospect.