[Closed] Snowball Fight!

[inlikethebrume]

Who: An idiot (Mira), a darkness child (Vanitas), a sleepy grandpa (Emet-Selch), and later on the crafting catte (Iryha)
When: During the Winter Storm Event
Where: House Darkness
What: Playing in the snow somehow turns into an all out snowball war
Warnings: Potential Shadowbringers spoilers but more than likely none. Dark weirdos being nerds.

[Of course there was warnings about the incoming storm. Everyone being told to stay inside and keep warm is what any sane or normal person would do in this situation. And yet there are some who are in the opposite direction. Such as one particular dark knight bundled outside in the front yard from head to toe in as much warmth as she could handle. Why is she outside in the freezing cold instead of curled up on a couch with a book and warm tea instead? Because she is bored. And being bored is always a bad thing when Mira was around. But the weather itself was a bit hectic that some activities could not be done without the risk of injury.

So that leads into what the woman is doing now: making very odd snow creatures in the front yard. Well, odd to anyone who isn't familiar with them. They're rough but Mira's more into alchemy, not art. As long as they have the shape and they look the part, then she's fine with it.

In fact, she's a little too preoccupied with making those weird things that anyone could possibly snap her out of her concentration even by the smallest greeting.]

Comments

[unsundered]

[Emet-Selch has to resist the impulse to echo Vanitas' comment. No one, really? He frowns a bit into his blankets. It wasn't as though they didn't have the space, or that he found Vanitas' presence that much of a bother, but you can't just unilaterally make decisions like that Mira!]

He'll be fine outside.

[Probably. It wouldn't be his problem, anyway. The Ascian also deliberately ignores the cat; he didn't particularly want to attract her attention.]

[inlikethebrume]

If the snow will continue to fall as such, I am afraid it will be so.

[She should be done with the tea in just about a minute...]

Besides, do either of you wish to truly test your endurance in this cold?

[Because Mira does not want to dig out two idiots for their poor decision making; that's her job as a Warrior, thank you very much. Meanwhile, the gaelkitten sits back up and shakes herself, blank expression looking at Vanitas and yowls again. Alas the owner is finishing up the tea as the kitten decides to annoy the guest and flops right onto him with a meow. You'll do, weird mortal as the clicking of mugs and the whistle of the kettle goes off, signaling that indeed a minute has passed and finally more warmth will be one its way. Mira doesn't even notice that Breezy has found a new napping place as she brings the warm drinks over, kettle included.

Look, the less trips she makes, the better in her mind.]

[darkcharge]

Like the old man said, I'd be fine.

[ Doesn't matter if it is snow or unbearable heat. Vanitas has been fine before. Why would that change.

Right now though his eyes are on the kitten that just. Plops? In his lap. He glares at it, as is his default expression when something he doesn't like or doesn't understand occurs. What part of his person is inviting? ]

Mira. Your fuzzball is on me.

[ So come and get it and remove it. ]

[unsundered]

Either of us? I've no intention of heading anywhere.

[He lived there, for reasons that remained not entirely clear to him, and was finally back inside where he should've stayed from the beginning.]

If he wants to go, let him- how far he gets isn't our problem.

[Freeing a hand from its blanket nest, he waves off any and all concerns.]

[inlikethebrume]

[She hopes you don't go out Emet but given his current status as an ascian burrito, there is no worry.]

If you must know...I will worry. No one should be outside when the weather is not in our favor.

[She knows the results on both a small and large scale...and what can happen as a result (hello Dusk Vigil). Vanitas can say how fine he will be but if everyone's natural abilities are gone in some way...it won't help. Mira knows how crazy it must be and her compassionate side has gotten her into trouble but it would be wrong not to do anything.

As for Breezy...well, just take the mug of nice Ishgardian tea and settle in. And when the other decides not to be lazy, there is a mug being poured for him too.]

Have you ever interacted with a cat before, Vanitas? Once one has chosen you as a bed, you cannot move.

[darkcharge]

[ Worry? About him? Why... Of course Mira isn't the first to voice some concerns, but Vanitas simply doesn't understand where it all stems from. No one has thought to worry or question his well-being before. ]

I'm not weak or anything like that. It's just weather.

[ Because that has to be why. People must think that just because he's a teenager, still young, that he's some kind of weakling. Oh somewhere in the back of his mind he probably knows that this isn't the case. But Vanitas, of course, can't reconcile it.

But onto other things. Like this cat. ]

A cat tried to eat Ventus before. Other than that, no.

[unsundered]

[This time he just sighs; there wasn't any use arguing with Mira when she'd decided things like this. And his own objections were mostly out of habit, rather than any deep-set conviction.

So he leans over to claim his own mug of tea instead, though for the time being, he mostly uses it to warm his hands, retreating back into his nest.]

--Is your friend actually a mouse? Or perhaps a small bird.

[This time he just addresses Vanitas instead; while he assumed said cat was likely larger than Mira's pet, it did lead to a strange mental image for a moment.]

[inlikethebrume]

It is not due to weakness; a body can only handle so much of something before they get hurt. With few exceptions.

[She remembers how he is mainly Darkness and yet somehow hasn't imploded but shhh. Meanwhile, Breezy simply yawns and uses her wings as a blanket, refusing to move. She can't do it, too cute.]

Was this cat the size of a coeurl by chance? There is no need to worry about Breezy wanting to eat you if that is the case.

[darkcharge]

Do not call him my friend.

[ What happens if he puts his hand on the kitten? Is it going to do something? ]

Sometimes when they go from star to star, their form changes to match. For whatever reason, Ventus was shrunk to about the size of a mouse. So were my Unversed, strangely.

[unsundered]

'Unversed'?

[An unfamiliar term. But much about the way that universe worked was unfamiliar.]

So you can change form as well- but not control it? Not a very useful ability, then.... [Though this cat seems entirely safe, and thankfully not sitting on him.]

[inlikethebrume]

[It's all new to her as well. All she remembers is the two types of creatures he mentioned during the party. Wait a second-]

Unversed...are they like the Heartless and Nobodies you told me about during the masquerade?

[Meanwhile, Mira will reach over and put a finger on Breezy's head, stroking her gently. All she gets in reply is a slow blink but no claws. Petting the kitty is good, just go for the belly.]

[darkcharge]

Look, I don't use it because I don't care. They use spells like that because they're trying to avoid others knowing about the existence of other stars. That's all that it is.

[ Van takes a moment to observe Mira and what she does to the ball of fur. So he'll scritch her head as well. ]

Unversed are nothing like the other two groups. They don't seek to devour the Light like the Heartless or have a hierarchy like Nobodies do. Unversed feed off of negative emotions either by sniffing them out naturally or by creating enough trouble to stir up those emotions. And they are very good at it.

[ He clicks his tongue, wondering if Breezy will ever get up. ]

If I'm going to be stuck here, you'll have to let one inside eventually. It's on its way but I can't really pinpoint where.

[unsundered]

[And Emet-Selch only recognizes about half of those references, but- whatever. He didn't particularly care, at least not in the current moment; he could always ask for more information later.

Though the idea of some sort of familiar or arcane entity that could feed off of negative emotion- well. It would certainly eat well around him. That was disconcerting in a strange way, and more relevantly, it was apparently heading there. To join the rest of the menagerie.

His sigh carries a note of disgust.]

...This is why you shouldn't let in strays, Mira. They'll just attract more of the same.

[inlikethebrume]

[She cannot help but raise an eyebrow. Really think about those words Emet for a second and then realize it.]

Strange that you mention that.

[She went there. But this unversed creature coming this way, not gonna lie and say she isn't a bit concerned. Negative emotions and there is a thousands year old sorcerer and two Abyss divers with their own issues. How much chaos will this cause as she turns to face Vani.]

You are able to sense it?

[darkcharge]

[ That look of disgust? He can relate, really. Despite the fact that he can create the Unversed, Vanitas loathes them. The fact that he cannot make them here is one of the only things that makes this place tolerable.

Until one crossed over, that is. ]

Don't worry. You'll be rid of this "stray" once Mira stops fussing.

[ At least that's his plan anyway. But he turns his attention back to Mira and the now purring catte in his lap. ]

Yes. I can sense them. They are a part of me, after all. My manifested emotions.

[unsundered]

[Now what was that look for, Mira? She couldn't possibly be implying what she seemed to be implying. The Ascian gives her a very flat, unimpressed look regardless, before returning to his tea.

While continuing to give thought to this whole Unversed business.]

Emotions brought into life. Can you control this process? Can you control them?

[This is getting more dubious by the moment, and all the use of plurals has him wonder if a literal flood of these things are going to turn up and overrun the place.]

[inlikethebrume]

[Hate to say it but Emet does bring up a decent point; would it be possible to control these Unversed by controlling emotions? But then Mira remembers something rather important: what Vanitas said about him being able to create them. He's confirmed one to be out there looking for him but what about the others? If they are here, why wouldn't all of them come at once? Wouldn't they want to return to the one who gave them life? Unless...]

The unversed that is looking for you now...how long has it been in the city?

[Humor her if you will.]

[darkcharge]

[ Mom and dad. Please stop flirting. Vanitas is not as oblivious. He's choosing to ignore it though. More in favor of playing with Breezy's ears anyway. ]

It arrived when all the random stuff came through.

[ Then Van directs his attention to Emet-Selch. Why is it no one really thinks to ask these questions where he comes from? ]

This one is influenced by this world so my control over it is minimal. Under normal circumstances, yes, I can create them at will and control them. As Unversed are my emotions, they are an extension of myself.

[ And all that it implies, of course. Not that, again, anyone seems to understand what those implications are apparently. Which is why Vanitas cares little if people know about it or not.

Might also explain why he has zero coping skills too. Why he can go from fine to absolutely sparking in 3 seconds flat. ]

[unsundered]

[Vanitas did tell them to take their flirting inside, he should have no complaints.]

And considering the loss of our powers within this world, I'm assuming you can no longer create them, then.

[Mostly just reaffirming to himself. So there's like to be only the one running around, not a fleet. That was good, at least.]

So, if they're a deliberate manifestation of emotion... what happens when that can no longer occur?

[Is the creation of Unversed an outlet? Or is he just always an irritable kid, and creating pets out of it is just a simple ability, nothing more?]

[inlikethebrume]

[Hey, it's light flirting! Should be fine! Just don't call her mom to her face, it may make her double take

She...honestly doesn't have much to add; Vanitas confirmed that the creature came from the mirrors and her question was answered. But she waits to listen to his answer for the current one. Was there more to creating these Unversed than what they know of? All Mira can do is wait to hear the answer.]

[darkcharge]

[ The question actually makes Vanitas tense up. He's never had to deal with it before now, though he's always wanted it. To not be able to create those monsters - to be reminded that he is one - should be a blessing. ]

You saw what happens.

[ When he threw that charm at Emet-Selch's head and stormed off. Vanitas had been crackling with unchecked lightning magic. Flies into a rage, really. ]

[unsundered]

[That was an interesting reaction, and the Ascian watches him closely. It was probably quite frustrating to have something like that build up with nothing to drain it. Almost as frustrating as needing to drain it in the first place, he suspected.

Though he does frown a bit at the memory. Vanitas had been quite- cruel, actually. But then, so had he.]

Ah, so you're normally better behaved than that.

[A thoughtful hum.]

But you're not currently so... volatile. Yet I would expect you to be much worse, if you can still no longer create these- entities. Did you find some other way to bleed off the excess?

[inlikethebrume]

[Hold on, someone here is a little lost. The only time where she had seen any sort of reaction was when he burned that doll but even then, he was somewhat calm. Look, no fighting counts! But hearing from Emet, she can guess that it was Bad.]

Pray forgive me but I am a bit confused as to the example you speak of but the concept I can understand a bit.

[The kid feels a bit more like Fray than Mira first thought. And yet it does not stop her for putting a hand on Vanitas's head, letting her fingers pat him. A hug might end up chasing him away so small steps. Maybe.]

[darkcharge]

More in control and less reactive.

[ Oh he is absolutely cruel, but he doesn't lash out like that. Not unless Ventus is somehow involved. Vanitas is usually 100% in control of his actions and emotions... But one could argue that it is because he sheds them like a second skin and thus is usually devoid of them. ]

I threw something at the old man, Mira. There's probably a lot of charred remains of plants too.

[ It's not like he isn't going to own it. But the way that Vanitas speaks? Obviously he doesn't see anything wrong with it.

He doesn't really know why he's talking about it. Again, probably because no one thinks to ask these questions. Vanitas really isn't a liar. Cruel and terrible, but not really a liar. That and this is what it is. Though Emet-Selch's comment about him not being so volatile makes him shrug. ]

I deal with it. [ By starting fights and blowing up targets. Destroying anything really. And no one sees what he does when he's alone and there's nothing to distract him. ] And maybe the reason why I'm not currently is -

[ That's when Mira's hand is placed on his head. Vanitas absolutely flinches. Probably even startles the cat. You see, Vanitas should have been better guarded. This is what happens when one gets comfortable.

Because he's expecting to get hurt and hasn't quite realized the opposite is happening. ]

[unsundered]

[Getting that small toy thrown at him had just been the capstone, the final sting of insult; the words before then had been much worse, but the Ascian was disinclined to bring that up.

And he's not surprised at the lack of remorse nor shame over what had happened; he expected neither and felt neither himself. But it was interesting to find there was some sort of reason for Vanitas' sudden aggressive display- that it was more than just catching him at a bad moment. Having reasons for something was always nice.

Waiting for the rest of his response, Emet-Selch gives Mira a look at the obvious flinch. Why in the world would she prod the kid? What would that achieve? Unless she really was viewing Vanitas as another pet for her collection.]

You're spooking the boy, Mira.