[ closedish? ] Jan Logs

[darkcharge]

Who: Vanitas + Various
When: All Month
Where: Varies
What: Closed starters for pre-arranged things. Completely open to plotting all month, just hit me up and we can work something out. Alternatively if you write something up here, I will totally hit that too. I like surprises.
Warnings: PTSD and more to come probably

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[exarchal]

[He shrugs slightly. It's a curiously young-seeming gesture coming from an old man, but what can you do.]

I am simply curious as to what you would call me.

[darkcharge]

"Old man" is taken by another, you see. The old man, however, you don't really want to be compared to.

[ Emet-Selch is just an old man. Xehanort is the old man. As for G'raha... ]

You're more of a Crystal Meddler if you ask me.

[exarchal]

I see...

[Crystal Meddler? He isn't expecting that, even if it's apt. He barks a laugh.]

Well! You do not mince words, do you? But I suppose I have been called worse things. If that is the name that burns in your heart, who am I to doubt you?

[darkcharge]

[ As a quasi-Disney... This is about as much as Vanitas can get away with! He huffs at the laugh. Eyes narrow. ]

You are taking this exceptionally well. Honestly you're taking this all exceptionally well.

[exarchal]

Ah, my apologies.

[He smiles in a way that is undoubtedly impish.]

I shall endeavor to be suitably offended next time.

[darkcharge]

[ ...Yeah. He he is picking up on that impish tone. It actually makes him somewhat uncomfortable. Weird to be on the other end of things for once. ]

Yeah you're not taking that seriously at all.

[exarchal]

[He examines one of the plant's other leaves.]

Would you believe me if I said I was a little like you, once upon a time? I was stubborn, easily frustrated, yet not so easily daunted. If someone said I could not do something, I was determined to do it even more.

Sometimes that meant doing things by myself, but I learned later on that it was much easier with people I could trust.

[darkcharge]

[ He does have a hard time believing that anyone could be like him. However it's the personality traits that this guy is referring to. It's... Not wrong. ]

I don't trust people. They'll use you and throw you away the moment its convenient.

[exarchal]

[Oof. He kind of expected this answer, but it still hurts with that delivery. The smile has vanished from his face-- just like that.]

How terrible your suffering, if that is what you truly think of everyone you meet.

In a city like this, with resources as scarce as they are outside the Bright Wall, we must all do our part to coexist. Mayhap that is not on the level of trust, yet... I pray you will one day know kindness, and recognize it, and be kind to yourself as well.

[The Exarch gets to his feet.]

I am happy to continue the lesson whenever you feel up to it. You did well today.

[darkcharge]

[ Making that smile disappear is satisfying. ...Just not as satisfying as it used to be. Though the Exarch makes that comment and Vanitas says nothing.]

I don't understand what it is with you people I've been stranded here with. For my entire life I've been what I am and nothing. No one concerned themselves with kindness or me being kind to myself. Definitely not my own guardians of Light. And yet it seems to be the first thing people here are concerned with...

[ He snorts. At this point, Vanias doesn't really reconciled with these things. It still baffles him. ]

...But. I will want more lessons. It was. [ Frowning. ] Easier.

[exarchal]

[He listens to this biting rant with patience, only a slight frown showing from beneath the hood. He's... sad, and disappointed, not in Vanitas but in whoever did this to him.

Vanitas isn't running and screaming in the other direction, though. Small victories.]

Then you are welcome to contact me anytime, Vanitas. Or I could come tomorrow if you like.

[darkcharge]

[ No, he isn't running in the other direction. There's really no point and even then he might be aggressive. Running away isn't his thing unless it is to fade away but rather he's the kind to put up more walls. ]

Tomorrow's fine.

[exarchal]

[He smiles, just a little, not enough to be obnoxious (he hopes).]

Then I shall see you on the morrow. Be well.

[He bows politely, then turns and leaves.]