[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.]

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[unsundered]

[No matter what, there's one thing he has to snap at Mira:]

Don't speak to me of lost history.

[No trace of Amaurot even remained on the Source. And what little remained on the shards was buried, forgotten. What stories did Mira have that would equal even a fragment of what had already been lost? Why did hers matter, while his did not? Why should her memories, her life, supersede his own?

Emet-Selch had far, far more of them, after all. He didn't have a need to be right. He was right, tempered or otherwise. Neither of them had seen the star crumbling, had seen Zodiark restore it to life. Neither of them had faced having to accept the sacrifice of so, so many- just to make the future possible at all. But oh, they were willing to accept the fruits of that sacrifice.

Frustration, anger, and ever-present grief can likely be felt through the tether to Mira, though Emet-Selch does make some attempt to block it. Rather than spitefully inflicting it, he... spitefully tries to contain it; she didn't deserve his feelings.]

But I'm not surprised the broken things would stick together. [Sparing Vanitas a scathing look, haughty to the last.] Your arguments would carry more weight if I recognized either of you as being alive.

[Standing up, he tightens his blankets around himself, glaring between them both, and stalks off towards his room.

It would just get worse if he stayed, the Ascian knew that; there was no convincing Mira, just as there was no convincing himself. There were only the angry, futile attempts- attempts that he perversely didn't even want to succeed.

After all, what good would it do? Even if Mira regretted it all, what use would it be to either of them?]

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[Of course he would be pissed off. No one agreed with him and therefore, the ascian had to lash out and assume how they were all wrong and storm out like a child. She can feel those instances of anger, of grief through their bond and even as he storms off, Mira tries not to show her reaction to those feelings. They're normal when it came to dealing with Emet-Selch but it just got worse. Only a clutching at her chest was a sign of something being affected and gods know she wants to scream out but it would just make it worse.

That kind of thinking became his downfall in the end. The broken pieces...the ones he saw as not alive...brought down the axe.

Halone help her, why and how did she develop these caring feelings for the idiot? And yet, she stays with Vanitas, gripping her mug tightly until she sets it back down on the table. Breezy in the meantime just flops in his arms. This mortal is alright.]

Like hells he'll ever admit it but as for me...you do have a point. A broken shell he may see me as but I too live. There's still a lot of things I know nothing about, unsure about this whole idea of being incomplete. But at least I want to know and will try to seek it out.

[She's alive. Vanitas is alive. They mean something.]

[darkcharge]

[ Vanias watches the Ascian go with a snort. Someone's awfully good at running away. He is also mildly offended because Vanitas isn't taking sides here. In fact he is fairly certain that he has called them both out on their stupid behavior. Neither one of them are in the right.

Again, not that Vanitas has much room talk. He had, essentially, been a puppet himself. Used by his maser to created the ultimate Keyblade. The difference is, Vanitas had known this. He'll never make a statement otherwise.

When Mira speaks, Van looks bak her way with a raised brow. ]

Don't get the wrong idea. Even I don't think of broken things as fully existing. Living, yes, but it's still wrong.

[ He gets up, cat still in his arms but he moves to stand in front of Mira. Van is going to make this point... And maybe it exposes himself a little, but someone needs to understand. ]

Ventus has no memory of the incident that broke us apart, but I do. He got to live his life without ever knowing that I existed. That we existed in a time before now with different people in our life. All the while I was fully aware of everything he felt, how happy he was in his ignorance.

[ On some level, Vanitas does understand what Emet-Selch must feel. To be utterly and completely alone in suffering and drowning yourself in your own misery... ]

Whether the old man acknowledges it or not, it's painful. To look and see something for how it once was and how it could be again only to have that desire thrown back at you fosters nothing but resentment and suffering. Imagine that on his scale when he sees everyone he used to know being happily oblivious while he has nothing but his memories.

[ Van sighs and shrugs, setting Breezy down on Mira's lap. ]

Is it that you're unsure or that you're afraid of who you might become? Either way, trying to understand it is better than anything Ventus did for me. And for that, Emet-Selch should at least be thankful.

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[And yet she has to wonder now; back at the masquerade, Emet told her about noticing how her soul, even small was part of someone he once knew. Someone he cared for deeply and he did say that she is not them and yet now...did he say that to try and soothe them both? How badly did it hurt to hold someone and yet they knew nothing of their past but you did?

She will never regret those moments shared with Hades, not by a long shot but Mira has to wonder how much of it was him seeing someone else reflected back at him, a ghost from a long time ago.

Mira once said she'd take the pain because it's how she knows she's alive. However, how much pain would it take before she screams for it to stop? Breezy is placed in her lap, making her snap out of those thoughts as she sets the gaelkitten on the couch instead but the kitten is having none of it and crawls on her shoulder instead.]

Both to be honest. [Ryne must have felt the same way when it came to Minfilia and she to her, to give her power to the girl and grant her a new path if she wished but at the cost of her own life. Would it ever be so easy? And what about Hythlodaeus? And Ardbert? His and Mira's souls became one and she is...still her, so far? But what if it won't last?]

Will I still be me if that is the case?

[Will she lose herself? Her luck isn't the best after all.]

But even so, I want to know so I can understand. I know I can be a fool, an idiot, or whatever insult you wish to use, take your pick. But at least I try to work out what I do not know and use that information somehow. Can't do anything if the knowledge is lost.

[darkcharge]

[ It is a legitimate question, honestly. Would Vanitas really have sought after rejoining with Ventus if he had thought he'd have to submit to Ven's will? Probably not. Oh he understands the fear and the concern, but he hadn't cared enough at that time when he had tried to unite with his other half. Hadn't thought about how it would effect him. In a sense, he still doesn't really care. After all Ventus had nearly caused their destruction twice. ]

There's really no way to be sure of that. When I nearly succeeded in reuniting with Ventus, I was in control briefly. I didn't really feel that much different.

[ Which, of course, implies that Ventus could have lost himself. ]

Unfortunately I don't have much in the way of advice. I still want to be complete and I'll do it without Ventus.

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[It certainly does and Mira is terrified of that. She does not want to lose herself in order to feel 'complete'.]

But you will still be you.

[A small chuckle escapes her lips.]

You can be smarter than us at times. So thanks for that.

[darkcharge]

[ Maybe Van will approach her about something like this in the future. Because she says he will still be himself but...

He doesn't really know who he is? ]

Pfft. It goes without saying that I am.

[inlikethebrume]

[Too stubborn to go, right? That's a trait in this house among everyone: too stubborn to say no, to quit, to go with the norm it seems. You're a little shit Vani but it wouldn't be him without it and that gets a smirk out of her.]

Heh. No need to worry about where to sleep for the time being; we have extra rooms available. But I will warn you if you decide to keep the door open that there is a chance Breezy may try and visit you. I think she likes you.

[A chirp from the gaelkitten.]

[darkcharge]

[ So there's definitely no lack of space... Vanitas feels less like objecting abut being told to stay while the weather is bad.

He looks down at the little furball. Why though? All he really did was tug on her ears a little bit. ]

She's not too bad. I guess.