but someone's gotta do it

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Who: Xion (ordalias) & Vanitas (subvertio)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Oct. 25th
Summary: So just before Vanitas heads along to Ecruteak, he and Xion have an encounter and some words. And then some.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Log:

[ It's a good thing Goldenrod City is expansive. There were a lot of random places that Xion could use to train herself, despite the fact that she should still be resting and recovering. Of course, logic and staying still don't usually run through most of Sora's heartspawn, but they get by.

She's swinging her wooden Keyblade, not minding if someone walks in on her or takes a few seconds to stop and stare at what she's doing. Still, her moves are half-hearted, not much energy or thought put into what she is doing as her mind wandered off to other things. Like how Roxas seemed a little beat up earlier.

But from what? Roxas didn't seem to want to tell anyone what had happened, so she'd left it alone, despite another part of her wanting to know. What had happened? Who would do that? So many questions, and Xion stops and sighs, looking around.

She doesn't know what to do now. ]

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[Maybe she should be interested in that-guy-who-looks-like-Sora who is walking by and heading down the street, sporting a black eye on the left and a Murkrow perched on that blind side. Someone looks a bit... similarly beaten up, don't you think?]

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[ She does. It's hard not to spot him, considering she was going to initially call out on Sora, but- wait. Black hair. She blinks. He did look beaten up himself.

And despite her own instincts telling her to just let him go, she... sort of approaches. ]

... Vanitas?

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[Pausing and tipping his head, first to his left before turning to the right to properly turn his head and look back, he quirks an eyebrow up. Huh, does look like the princess even more in person.]

Yeah? [The Murkrow on his shoulder caws, before hopping off his trainers shoulder and swooping around curiously.]

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[ She pauses to look after that Murkrow before turning back to him. She's ignoring her instincts that tell her to be careful here, but he really hasn't done anything... at least to her knowledge.

Being polite wouldn't hurt, right? ] Are you okay? [ She gestures to his eye. ]

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[Shrugging one shoulder, he lifts his hand to call the bird back. Needs a watcher on that side, after all.] Yeah, I'm fine. Someone didn't feel like minding their own business, is all.

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Someone? [ Her mind briefly thinks Roxas, but... no, no. She can't jump to conclusions. ] Why?

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I was teaching a lesson to my Pokemon. He butted in.

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... Maybe how you were going about giving that... lesson, is the reason why he interfered.

[ "He"? ... hm. The implications are unsettling. ]

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[He doesn't know what he's setting up, just that he's griping about minor blindness in one eye. It'll pass once the swelling goes down gdmit roxas.]

Not his business how I treat my Pokemon. [Cracking his neck almost idly, he turns a bit so he's facing her more properly.]

I almost forgot; you might know him. [Narrowing his eyes slightly, Vanitas crosses his arms.] Greatly resembles Ventus, but isn't quite the same in personality.

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[ Shock horror! ]

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[ Well... no, not really. She had her initial instincts, but of course, giving Vanitas the benefit of doubt...

But now this? She can only believe Roxas was doing the right thing in interfering. He wouldn't do so otherwise. Which meant, on Vanitas' part... Her face drops to a sort of cool, blank look. ]

Roxas. [ It wasn't a question, but as her mind further thinks about it, there's a bit of a visible frown. ]

You... did that to him?

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[Watching the expression shift, Vanitas simply snorts and lets his mouth quirk up in a sour smile.]

So I'm instantly in the wrong when I didn't throw the first punch. [Not that he didn't fight back as if he did.]

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[ She pauses, looking down. Then shakes her head. ]

What were you doing? What did the pokemon do?

gaaaaaaaaasp i'm doing tags-

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Teaching him to obey me. He previously broke my arm because he was bored. [That sour expression isn't changing.]

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He broke your a- why?

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He wanted to fight more when I was done getting a gym badge. [Shrugging then, he's moving to keep going now.]

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So what kind of "teaching" was it? [ She takes a step forward after him. Roxas wouldn't intervene without good reason, so... ]

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Teaching him to fear me. [Simple, you know?] Dartanian always was a bit overly eager to break things; now he knows I'm not on the list. [Eh, walk and talk, he can do that.]

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[ Unconsciously, she's slowly following him. Because really, she's focused on trying to find out the whys and hows of how this all came to be. ]

You shouldn't do that. Maybe that's why he's resisting.

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Like kind words would work with him. He belonged to the runt until he decided I was the better trainer and threw him over a bridge. [No, Sora doesn't get named ever. But yes, Sora went on a WILD JOHTO excursion with only a Dratini on hand from that.

And yeah, not like Vanitas tried stopping him.]

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[ She pauses. Wait... Wait a second, she remembers hearing about that incident from various sources. And that name he used...

Ah, damn. Before she even knows it, she's caught up to him, hand on his shoulder. ]

You... You did that. You did all of that. [ Frowning now. ] Why?

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I didn't tell him to do it. [The hand on his shoulder has his face more sour than a lemon. Shrugging it off, he's cracking his neck slightly.]

But I did laugh about it.

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[ An angry sound escapes her at that. ]

There's nothing to laugh about that! He could've gotten hurt or worse! [ 'cept he did get hurt, which she knows, but the alternative just... urgh. ]

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I don't like him, so why would I care if he got hurt or worse? [Snorting at that angry sound, his mouth curls up in a nasty smile.]

The answer is that I wouldn't. Deserved it for siccing the Pokemon on me in the first place.

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He must have had good reason. [ Oh, so naive, Xion, but she can only truly believe in that. Both Roxas and Sora were such kind people. ]

You need to stop. [ Stop... Stop what? Doing whatever's causing Roxas and Sora to get into such tangles with Vanitas? Yeah, probably that. And she doesn't see it, but she can sort of tell he's smiling. And not in a good way, which grates her nerves even further. ]

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If he did, I didn't ever hear of it first.

Stop what? I didn't start anything. [At least he's stopped walking, but he's already sensing that she won't get the hint and leave him be.]

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You should... You should stop getting into such fights. Even if you didn't start them.

[ Is her attempt, but really? She just wants Vanitas to stop hurting her friends back. Tunnel vision, ahoy! ]

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What, am I supposed to be a punching bag? [To that, he'll bark out a laugh and turn away.] Get lost.

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Vanitas! If you just talk with them, change things...

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I don't care to change anything. [Nope, walking away is totally cool.]

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[ ... no, no, you don't do that. Xion's gonna come up and grab your arm, mister. ]

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[No touchy the Vanny, kthxbai. He'll turn quickly here and jerk his arm out of the grip, hissing.]

What part of get lost didn't you get?

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[ Sorry, we like being stubborn. :/ Shaking her head now. ]

I'm not leaving. [ If he's not gonna change, he might get into more fights with her friends. Harrumph. ]

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[You mean like you're getting yourself into, amirite Xion? He's rolling his eyes and moving again, picking up the pace to walk pretty quickly.

He's thiiiiiiiis close to punching though.]

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[ Well, you're not her friend, so that's a clear exception. Herp.

So what's Xion gonna despite the incessant alarm bells ringing in her ears? Why, try to get in front of Vanitas' way, glaring defiantly. ]

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[Yeahhhh enough of this. He's not even stopping to take a step back and wind up, he's just backhanding her out of his way now.

At least he hit her in the shoulder instead of in the face?]

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[ At least! Technically speaking, fists aren't even flying, but she does shove back at him in the chest. ]

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[Oh god it's a grade school shoving match, where's a teacher?

Sorry Xion, that shove is earning an outright punch. Yeah, fists just went flying.]

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[ And hit! She takes a step back before she reels her arm back to try and punch him in the face, too. Whatever rational thought should be in her head is easily replaced by anger. ]

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[Except he's far better at hand to hand than she is, and catches that fist in a vice-like grip of his own. Ducking down to throw her arm over his shoulder, he's not stopping -- he's aiming on throwing her entire being over his shoulder, and it's the ground she's heading for.]

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[ Thud; wind is knocked out; a quick inhale-exhale and Xion tries move up from her side and swing a leg at his own in a sweep. ]

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[Simply stepping over that leg before stomping on her knee, Vanitas kicks her sharply in the gut to knock her on her back.] You're all just afraid of what I can do, is that it?

[Sorry Xion, but arm stomping coming next means he can loom and show quite the snarled expression.] Besides, what do either of you care? There's no heart, I can tell. You're lower than one of my unversed even, and they're at least made of emotion.

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Sh- Shut up! [ She cries out and grits against the sharp pain from her knee, gut, and now arm. Her wooden Keyblade's off to the side and out of reach as Vanitas stomping on her forearm.

He wouldn't know. He'd never know, nor understand. As she grinds her teeth to keep herself from crying out in pain as she feels something in the bones of her forearm crack from the pressure, Xion lets out an anguished scream when, as soon as Vanitas' foot lands on her forearm again, she moves her elbow up and drives it sharply down on the toes of that foot. ]

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You can't even try to make me shut up!

[The pained sounds only had him keep stomping until she crunched her elbow onto his toes, and Vanitas instantly regrets not wearing his boots today. Hissing from the pain and quickly stumbling back with a limp to avoid causing more of that pain to himself, she's lucky he doesn't have something in his hands to strike her with; Vanitas is seeing red, but the damage was done, in his opinion.

Curling his lip with something of a snarl, he simply lifts his hand up where his Murkrow swoops down to catch and lift him up.]

Think about it next time before you try to take me on.

[With that, he's gone by use of FLY.]