[ He taps the gem in the center of his chest with his knuckles, points clawed fingers up at the stars. ]
They're not ours.
[ And it hurts, and so Vector hurts, and it's the kind of pain he hasn't quite known since his essence was scattered so and he was forced to retreat, to lick his wounds and come back with the heavy human flesh binding him together.
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[ Someone's watching you from a nearby wall, Alit.
(wasn't he dead?)
(yeah, right)
(like you lot'd be that lucky)
His wings buzz a little behind him, and Vector hums out his amusement as he sits there, one leg folded delicately over the other. ]
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He recoils, flailing his limbs about for a moment before he pulls himself into a better approximation of a fighting stance, fists up in front of him.]
When th'hell did you start bein'...not dead!?
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Oh, that gets a laugh. ]
Keheheheeee!
You really thought I was dead?
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[He shifts his feet carefully, to steady himself.]
What are you doin' in Barian form out here, anyway?
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Doing better than you, certainly.
[ He doesn't say any more than that.
(so... he's talking about his Barian form, right?)
(right?) ]
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But he grins.]
I dunno. I've been doing pretty good.
I think I'm gettin' the hang of the human thing.
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The 'human thing' is overrated.
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[He pats at his hair a little.]
Humans are so much more fun, y'know?
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I'm not sure about that.
[ Tormenting them, maybe, but... ]
...ne~
You've met Tsukumo Yuuma, ri~ight~?
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Yeah...we know each other.
[He's practically radiating hearts.]
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Vector resists the urge to actually make that noise, though, just buzzing his wings instead. ]
What do you think of him?
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I mean, no offense to you, but...wow.
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O~h?
Didn't seem that impressive to me.
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He's so good! How can you not see it?
[He hops back and forth between his feet, somehow managing to keep himself upright.]
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[ He goes back to examining his nails, the picture of nonchalance. ]
He can't even tell who his enemies are. Useless.
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[He leans back, crossing his arms.]
He's a great guy. Hell, he could be a real hero.
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What's the good of a human hero? Not going to save us, is he?
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[His posture changes all of a sudden, and the cross of his arms turns into something a little different.]
You never know, right?
Maybe he's just that good.
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He's our enemy. Shouldn't I know that better than anyone?
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[He sighs, looks up at the stars.]
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(there's a strange sort of emptiness in his chest, a strange cut-off feeling even in this form) ]
...oi, Alit.
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[He approaches the wall, leans back against it and looks up at Vector.]
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[ He hasn't been able to switch back, himself.
It's... kind of bothering him, to be honest. ]
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...don' think so. I don't have my Lapis anyway.
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...I didn't either.
[ And he's not one of his clones, so...
He rolls his eyes and buzzes his wings. ]
Tch. What the hell is this place, anyway?
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...
...eeh? What place? The city?
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Can't you feel it? It's not the human world.
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[He tries to stay as perfectly still as he can for a moment, trying to notice whatever it is that Vector's feeling.]
...
...'cause I've got nothin.
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[ He taps the gem in the center of his chest with his knuckles, points clawed fingers up at the stars. ]
They're not ours.
[ And it hurts, and so Vector hurts, and it's the kind of pain he hasn't quite known since his essence was scattered so and he was forced to retreat, to lick his wounds and come back with the heavy human flesh binding him together.
He hisses. ]
Someone's brought us here. They'll pay.