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Who: Xion and Vanitas.
What: Run-in number two.
When: Sometime this evening, aka Monday the 1st.
Where: Somewhere in town again. Nowhere specific.
Why: It's not like Xion's looking for him or anything. ... except, well, she sort of is. Roxas isn't the only one around here who can make impulsive, ill-informed decisions!


[ Truth be told, she's still getting over the shock of Sora's arrival. But everyone - really, everyone - has been doing so much to try and make her feel better. Make her feel like she belongs... and like it's going to be okay. Whatever reservations she still might have, she keeps them to herself. It feels disrespectful to the efforts of all her friends if she just keeps on worrying.

So she's trying to carry on like normal. "Normal" still being relative in a place like this, with no missions - and no school. At least she has her job at Paradox Pizza.

It's on her way home that she sees a glimpse of black. Is that...?

Without thinking, Xion speeds up to a trot, weaving between people as she tries to catch up. Wasn't that .. that boy? ]

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[showmeanguish]

[And honestly, he's a little annoyed that she found it out. But it can't really be helped, with the way this place works.

In response, though, he just follows her statement with a laugh. Short, but biting, and cocks his head.]

Really? So lay it on me then. What d'you know?

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... I know that you're dangerous. I -- I want to know what you're planning, Vanitas.

[ Holds her Keyblade a little higher. Oooh, so threatening. ]

[showmeanguish]

Or else, what?

[He doesn't sound intimidated, or defensive. The way he says it is more challenging.]

You'll beat it out of me?

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[ Xion says nothing.

But she does shift her stance into something battle-ready. ]

[showmeanguish]

[For a second, he just stares at her through his helmet, unmoving. All he still sees is Ventus, but the expression on his face is... foreign to him. It doesn't look quite right, and before even he knows it, Vanitas gives a slight 'tch' and half-turns.]

Gimme a break. Maybe a few years, if you train hard enough.

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Wh-- hey! Don't just walk away! I still want to know ... what you are. Why you're here!

[ Xion stands straighter, frowning severely. ]

There has to be something you want.

[showmeanguish]

Yeah, well, get in line.

[And with that, he actually does start to walk away.] Even if there is, why should I tell you, out of anyone else?

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[ Somewhat desperately: ]

Maybe I can help you.

[showmeanguish]

I don't need any help. Looking for someone isn't rocket science.

[Which he lets slip, definitely on purpose.]

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... looking for someone? Who would.... [ ... ] You mean that boy, don't you.