shiva_dancing_backup | Time to Bust Some Heads

Who: Vanitas, open
What: Beating up a poor wall...and wrecking people because he's bored
Where: Midgar's Plate
When: 10pm
Rating: Knowing Vani...PG-13 at the least

Unfortunately for Vanitas, he hadn't been allowed to go after Kairi. Why, he didn't know, but the Lavoid inside him tried to convince him to find a better prey than the Princess of Heart. She couldn't be swayed, her heart was too pure to harbor any darkness. Naturally, Vanitas had refused to give up on the idea of tainting her. In retaliation for his refusal, it seemed he could no longer remember he could simply use a Dark Corridor to reach Destiny Islands. It was frustrating...sitting there and knowing he could take her any time he wanted, but unable to recall just how to make the damned door. To say he was angry would be an understatement of the highest degree. No, he was royally pissed off. The building he was taking his aggression out on didn't seem to appreciate his troubles either, if only because it was getting pummeled thanks to them. He would have felt pain of some sort, but thanks to the crystalline armor covering his body he felt nothing other than the impact of his knuckles against brick. Vanitas backed away as the wall suddenly split and crumbled right before him.

"Tch...what do they make these out of? Plastic?" she mumbled. He turned his helmeted head to look around his location. It seemed his destruction of the wall had drawn the attention of a construction crew that had come up to work on the Plate. 'What the fuck are they looking at?' he wondered, snarling.

As he started walking toward the crewmen, who shouted at him, Vanitas' crystal armor began to cover his body more in preparation for the fight to come. The armor covered him much like his previous armor from Xehanort did. In fact, the only sign that his armor was different at all was the many yellow eyes that covered his more "feathered" coverings.

"Guess fucking you guys up will do just fine." he laughed.

Before the men could protest, he ran at one in the blink of an eye. His fist flew out at the front of the man's chest, and there was a sickening crack and squishing noise as his fist punched straight through his spine. Blood coated Vanitas' armored fist, and he smirked behind his mask as he saw the blood coating his formerly pitch black gauntlet. Shocked looks dawned on the faces of the man's comrades, and immediately they ran at Vanitas. Well, a few of them did. Half of them charged to fight him, and the other half just stood there wetting their pants.

It didn't matter. They were all dead at that point anyway.

Vanitas backed away from his first victim and turned toward the others. He summoned his keyblade to his hands before meeting the forward charge of the other men. The three that came at him were downed in seconds. Two were cut down by the twisted keyblade, and the third suffered the same fate as his deceased friend. Vanitas turned toward the remaining three, who immediately began running. Weaklings. Their flight woke the hunger for the chase that rested in his blood, and the black-armored fiend chased after them much like a great dog pursuing a fleeing animal. The keyblade stabbed through the back of one, then another, and the third was thrown headfirst into a brick wall not too far away.

He grumbled as he stared at the corpses piled at his feet. No challenge at all...what a waste of time.

"What I wouldn't give for a decent fight. Boring fuckers..."

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Just as he expected. He knew he would listen to him now, so all he had to do was present his sugar-laden proposal and assume the best. And if that failed...well, he was at least strong enough to fight the guy off if need be.

"See, I just got my ass handed to me by this asshole with a weird sword back in Midgar. Bones were broken, I think one of my hands is shattered, and lots of other injuries I can't even imagine. I think one of my ribs is cracked." he explained, sounding like he actually won the battle. "And yet here I am, healing up as if they were just scrapes. Care to guess why that is?"

The Lavoid didn't give him the chance to answer. Instead, he just continued on as normal. "Because 'Mother' gave me this armor and all this power. She's a real doll. I didn't even ask and she just handed it to me!"

Wierd sword? His first guess had been Cloud, though no one had ever called it wierd to his knowledge; giant as hell or compensating for something, yes. but never wierd. Had it been Serge? That tainted smell of light made him think the latter was more correct. That blue-haired man had been nothing but trouble since day one, yet he acquired so much power so quickly, another thing that baffled him to no end.

At the word of Mother, Loz's face twisted in disgust. His mother...had been a fake, a decietful liar. This was something he could believe easily, not now. What being other than Jenova could possess such powers?

"And who exactly is this...Mother?" he asked. "Do you know what she looks like?"

"What she looks like? Tch, of course I do. Very pretty, white hair, red eyes, really gentle though she radiates power," he explained. Vanitas remembered his transformation in vivid detail even now. Schala had been comforting as she tended to both he and his sister, even as she forced them to die in order for the Lavoids to take root. He wasn't used to such gentleness from anyone, hence why he preferred the memory of Magus being cross with him. It was easier to deal with someone who was violent or angry at him. Schala's kindness about the whole thing just made him uneasy. "She's here on this world, rebuilding some lost kingdom of hers."

The description...It wasn't anyone he knew. Yet for reasons unknown, part of the description seemed familiar. The question in his mind was a longshot, but had no negative consequences to himself. Shrugging, he asked anyway.

"Her name...it wouldn't happened to be...Schala, would it?"

He raised an eyebrow at that. This guy knew Schala? How? The answer came to him after a moment when he remembered his old master's investigations. Sephiroth and his ilk had kidnapped Schala, and after she escaped, she must have gone and gotten infected with the original Lavoid.

"Yup, that's it. Congratulations," he clapped a little, a small smirk on his face. "She's way too nice though."

Surprise struck Loz so visibly, nearly falling from the news suddenly brought to him. Kadaj truly had dropped the ball if he allowed this to happen.

But...a new thought brewed in his head, one that made him grin like a mad man. If Schala was able to easily escape from Kadaj's grasp, and was spreading her power to enhance others' abilities...who knew how much his own powers would be enhanced? It was a long shot, but breaking free from Jenova would mean no more Sephiroth or Lynx.

"Heh, Kadaj's screw up is my gain..."

"Guess you're interested then." he stated rather than asked. It was quite the victory for him. Sure, he just got his behind handed to him by Serge and that insufferably bright aura of his, but today was still a good day. The Lavoids had one more person to add to their ranks, and surely more would come as well.

"Exactly. Now then, before I let you in on our 'club secrets,' you have to become one of us. Think you can handle it?"

This wasn't an easy decision, but the options left him little choice. Either be a pet for Lynx and Sephiroth, or become a 'son' to the very person who managed to escape Kadaj's grasp. He may have been just a remnant of Sephiroth, but he knew of a good offer when he heard it.

Smirking, he jumped down, meeting Vanitas on the ground before him. "That power...I want it!" he claimed. "So c'mon and hurry! Big Brother and my former mother need to pay for what they did!"

Perfect. His need for revenge was the best fuel, and with such a seed of hatred brewing in the man's chest, the Lavoid would surely have a great host. There was no better home for a parasite than in the body of a big, dumb powerhouse with a chip on his shoulder.

"Good...very good." he laughed a little. He looked around so a decent place they could go. Turning the man wasn't best done out in the open. "Let's go then. The process itself doesn't take very long, but a safe place to do it won't hurt."

Time to Bust Some Heads

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Damn, it's been almost 5 months!? We are slow. XDDDDD

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