vanityunbecoming: (Cool story bro.)
Use this as a place for having convenient interaction with Vanitas, whether it's written, action or voice. Just be sure to note the date and time in the subject line of your tag!
vanityunbecoming: (I've got a tip for you.)
Got crit for me? You know the drill. IP logging is off and anon is enabled.

Desperately need to get in touch with me? Contact info is as follows:

AIM: starambola or hugsminesquares
Personal Journal: [livejournal.com profile] starambola
E-Mail: dreamsincyanide [at] gmail [dot] com

Thanks!
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WARNING! MAJOR SPOILERS INSIDE!

Basic Stats )

Permissions )

New!Character Timeline )

And alternately, if you'd like to have your character terrorized interact with Vanitas in a particular way, hit me up for ideas. As long as it's not OOC, I'm open to almost anything.

ooc; random

Jun. 4th, 2019 04:30 pm
vanityunbecoming: (Eyees sleeping if you dream- dream of wh)
Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] theprobator's journal. This is just a random list of songs I listen to for muse inspiration, or just ones that seem to help me RP. Some of them are definitely not meant to be taken seriously. |D;

And a one, and a two~ )
vanityunbecoming: (Bodyswap)
[House 14, 8:00am]

cut for length )

--

[voice post, 10:00am]

Things sure have been boring lately... who feels like doing something today?

[ooc: replies will be from [livejournal.com profile] soritas. And as a reminder, the real Sora has been Mallynapped for several weeks prior to this.]
vanityunbecoming: (Inside I barely breathe.)
[There's a couple minutes of not-quite silence as the entry opens, almost like it was turned on by accident. There's muffled voices that sound like they're in a room next to the journal--one of them might be [livejournal.com profile] risingwinds's, but it's difficult to hear.

Eventually, the voices fade, and there's the click of a door being shut, before the journal's owner finally speaks up.]


Theoretical question: How would you keep from bashing your head against the wall in boredom if you were, say, confined indoors for a few months?

And your answers can't involve seeing. That part's key.

[Because this situation's getting old, and he's getting desperate.]



[And there's an addition to the entry, that crops up a couple hours later.]

Also, if anyone named "John"'s listening, I've got an unrelated question for you.
vanityunbecoming: (Default)
[ooc: Okay guys, this will be the main fight log for this plot. Comment spam style! Aside from the thread with Sanji, which is a continuation, you can choose between scenario one or two. Vanitas will be a lot tougher in the first one, worn down in the second, but more desperate and unpredictable. He'll also be carrying a gun, so as a final note... if you'd like to have your character shot/shot at, please note it in the subject line with your scenario!]

[Time was up. He knew this day was coming eventually, and honestly... Vanitas was surprised he'd been able to keep poking this particular anthill without it exploding in his face for as long as he had.

There was an inkling of fear, of uncertainty over the outcome. There were two of them he knew of so far, and two he could handle. But would there be more? Would he be overwhelmed?

Would he die again?

No. He couldn't let that feeling stay inside his mind and grow. He needed confidence--he was confident this would all turn out in his favor. Separating that fear, he drew it out of himself and gave it form. The Unversed soon bounded off into the brush and out of sight, leaving him standing atop his tree branch perch, alone again.]


scenario one )

scenario two )
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[The entry opens abruptly, in the very middle of a pained scream. It's trails off into a gasp, before another one starts up. By this time, anyone listening might be able to identify the voice's source.

It's Sora.

Because, you see, Sora did something not so bright, and lost.

And he isn't alone, yet. After switching on the journal and letting it soak up those agonized sounds for a moment longer, a second voice finally speaks up when the screams start to wane. Presumably because Sora has briefly passed out from the shock.]


I think I'll be keeping this... it'll make a nice souvenir.

[There's the crunching of grass beneath a few footsteps, as Vanitas moves around Sora's fallen form, and picks up the journal in his other hand.]

Now, I think some congratulations are due. For your new Keyblade Master.

[action]--[Should anyone run off to rescue the brunette, by the time they get there Vanitas will be long gone. Sora will still be lying ontop of the hill where he was left. And horribly, shockingly, there's an open wound on his back where one of his wings used to be.

The blood's still flowing though it's starting to coagulate--but it's soaked into everything.]



[ooc: Both Vanitas and Sora will be responding to tags, depending how soon after other characters respond! Just Sora will be involved in the action tags, though.]
vanityunbecoming: (Inside I barely breathe.)
[As this entry opens, there's several seconds of faint birdsong in the background. A good indicator that Vanitas is outside somewhere. Why not? It's finally overcast and not so glaringly hot, today.

Just when it might seem the journal was clicked on accidentally, a voice finally speaks up, cool and even as always.]
Once upon a time, there was a group of four freaks. A zombie, a vampire, a ghost and a frankenstein's monster. Though they were scattered, they all had one thing in common: a link to a kid from some tiny, backwater world.

[A pause, along with the faint sound of a stick breaking.] So, Luceti. What're your views on free will versus fate? I'm all ears.
vanityunbecoming: (Okay be honest... does this skirt make)
[written//100% filtered to private] )

[voice]
[Vanitas has had a lot on his mind since returning to Luceti. After privately scribbling the above page in his journal and coming up with nothing but a dead end, he just grows frustrated and abandons it after twenty minutes or so. Whatever Ventus knows is irrelevant; and he has more important things to think about. Like how the fact that his helmet still hasn't shown up in any of the shops, and he's starting to suspect that someone might've taken it before he got to it.

So it's with this in mind that he presses the voice option on a new entry.]

Alright, deadbeats. Time for a scavenger hunt.

If you're interested, you're looking for a black and silver helmet. Find and return it, and I just might give you a reward for your hard work.
vanityunbecoming: (I'll just be down here.  Taking a nap.)
['Afternoon, House 39. Nice day we're having, huh?

Well, nicer than the craziness of the prior week. Speaking of which... How's Ventus been holding up? Not laying around like a useless lump, one would hope.

Cut for event!spoilers )

So it's almost dinner time when there's suddenly a loud, jarring whump that comes from the roof. Like a large tree branch's snapped, or an ostrich had to make an emergency landing even though ostriches can't fly in the first place, shhh. And after a second or so goes by, there's another series of smaller thunks before something very human-body shaped goes tumbling past the kitchen window.]


[ooc: Vanitas will be unmasked in this thread. The icon is a lie.]
vanityunbecoming: (Default)
[Vanitas was thinking about skipping this day entirely, but that would be hiding. And besides, if he doesn't needle the populace on a day like today, who will?]

All flowers start dying the second they're cut, you know. Have fun showing your dates how much you love them by giving them dead things.

Also, we all get what day it is. Quit announcing it.


[ooc: First comment is reserved! C: Tag away!]
vanityunbecoming: ([Emblem] Unversed)
(OOC: WARNING, Vanitas will be unmasked for this thread! No spoilers in the prompt, itself.)

[On the playground just off the center of town, there's a body. Well, it's not really a body, it's just an unconscious person lying on their back in the sandbox, and wearing nothing but a pair of pants, ala Newfeather style. But this isn't a Newfeather. Nope, it's just a recently returned Mallynap victim whose own clothes disappeared at some point between the blood tests and the EEG readings, and the Malnosso were so kind enough to loan him something to cover up for decency's sake. And leave a little sack with whatever items he had on him and his helmet nearby.

Of course, our Mallynap victim, Vanitas, is oblivious to this... seeing as how he hasn't woken up yet. And that could be dangerous for his health, when taking all the lovely snow into account.]
vanityunbecoming: (And a one...)
[Snow, snow and more snow. And just for something different...snow.

Vanitas really doesn't care for Luceti's winter: as someone who's never had to stay in weather he'd otherwise avoid, the cold saps his stamina more than the powercap does. Which is the main reason he's holed himself up at an undisclosed location with enough provisions to wait him through the weather. For a few days, at least. The other being, of course, that he's sure several of Xion's loyal fans are hunting him, or would be, if they saw him.

cut for vague spoilers )

So it's mostly out of boredom (but maybe a bit of personal interest) that he opens his journal and makes a new entry.]


Here's a question for all you jailbirds out there: Say you had the chance to take something you wanted, no strings attached. Would you do it?
vanityunbecoming: (Default)
[...Where the hell did all of these people come from. Damn hippies; take your music festivals elsewhere.

Still, there might be some interesting additions to the stupid influx. So Vanitas will be observing from a not-so-obvious (but still noticeable) point off the main square.]
vanityunbecoming: (Cool story bro.)
I had the impression that these "experiments" happen all the time. You'd think you losers would've gotten used to it, by now, but I guess that's too much to ask.

Gotta give those Malnosso guys credit, though. They really know how to throw a party.


Action part. Some spoilers! )

[ooc: Back-tagging is ♥.]
vanityunbecoming: (Look at my keyblade.)
[So, this is the barrier.

On the western edge of the map, Vanitas stood almost motionless, looking at the point where the contained world ended and the 'outside' began. He'd reached it in just barely under a two day's journey from the village, despite the chilled wind and low temperatures once the sun went down.

But he'd wanted to see the real thing, and examine it. Oh, he believed the validity of it from the guide (because he doubted everyone in the village was stupid, and hadn't tried to escape, themselves), but this seemed like something he needed to see for himself, before he'd be satisfied. Maybe it was curiosity at it's core, or an arrogant notion that he could succeed where everyone else had failed. Whatever the case, he was there and had already discovered that:

Cut for length and moderate spoilers )
vanityunbecoming: (Default)
[ooc: Vanitas will be unmasked for most of this thread, so tread VERY carefully. You have the option of meeting him a) after he enters the town, b) at the items shop, or c) after he's recovered his helmet. And as a reminder, if you haven't already seen it, please take a look at my Spoiler Permissions post, and comment if you need to. /ENDS TL;DR]

LAST CHANCE TO TURN BACK! )

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