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[vanityunbcoming]

(OOC: WARNING, Vanitas will be unmasked for this thread! No spoilers in the prompt, itself.)

[On the playground just off the center of town, there's a body. Well, it's not really a body, it's just an unconscious person lying on their back in the sandbox, and wearing nothing but a pair of pants, ala Newfeather style. But this isn't a Newfeather

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[compos_mentis]

[...Well what have we here? She head this playground was behind the school- she half-expected someone to jump her, ask was she was doing there (maybe she was a "villain" some people filtered against) but she was able to get in. But there's some guy looking like he's dying there.

She slowly walks over and then, leers over him. Hey, sup]

[vanityunbcoming]

[Sup. He's just taking a nap. A really drugged-up, cold nap.]

[compos_mentis]

[HM.

Well, let's start with the obvious-] Hey, kid.

[vanityunbcoming]

[Twitch. His brows furrow before his head fitfully turns to the side, as if to get away from that voice.]

[compos_mentis]

[...Hm. she could kick it. But no, no, there's no reason to yet. Instead, she just crouches down, getting to a lower level on the down boy.]

Kid. Too drugged to hear me?

[vanityunbcoming]

[He can hear something, it's just the regaining consciousness part that's difficult. But after another second or two of struggling, his eyes flash open, then squint as he lifts a hand and tries to claw the afternoon sun away.]

--Light.

[compos_mentis]

[Light. And he's... sun-sensitive? That seems possible. She pauses a moment, and then lifts an arm over his face. She then morphs it- the arm becomes a larger and disproportionate (to a human body) wing, enough to shadow out the sun for him]

[vanityunbcoming]

[Better! His eyes are just sensitive after having been out for so long, and they blink a couple times as that arm transforms into a wing. His gaze then slides over to Nina, pupils dilated and a bit out of focus. Everything seems to have a weird halo around it.]

...Where am I? [Yeah, that speech is a little forced, too.]

[compos_mentis]

Apparently you made play a little too hard. Shame, that.

[The wing-arm stay in place, but she shifts her footing. This is a cumbersome limb, but oh well]

[vanityunbcoming]

What? [Yeah, his brain isn't working well enough to process that. Here's a rare glimpse of him looking confused.]

[compos_mentis]

Playground. A sandbox, specifically.

[Flatly, that is]

[vanityunbcoming]

[He turns his head again (well, more like lolls it, really) to the other side, and finally takes in his surroundings. One hand digs into the sand, before it jerks back.]

...Cold. It's still--? [Give him a second. Yup, his memory's coming back now.]

[compos_mentis]

The dead of winter. Got it in one.

[Hmm. This voice is sounding familiar]

[vanityunbcoming]

[So is her's. In fact, without his mask to cover him, Vanitas' thoughts are showing pretty clearly on his face. There's a flash of recognition, then alarm as the pieces fall together. After that, it's like a wall is suddenly thrown up behind his gaze, though he's still fighting the sedatives.]

Luceti. [Then he realizes she's heard his voice, and that it's probably a dead-give away. So he makes an effort to 'clear' it by coughing. And raises it a little, in tone.] I need to get up.

[compos_mentis]

Sure you want me to put the light back in your face, Blackie?

[Because seriously, that look just gave everything away. She smirks here, because hello, kiddo]

[vanityunbcoming]

[Shit. There's a subtle twitch of his eye, there.] What, can't you do both?

Guess I'll take my chances, then.