[There's a shivering teenager in black and red walking around with a surly look on his face. The fact that his clothing seems like it'd be much more appropriate for warmer weather would be a good indication as to why he's shivering.
'This is supposed to be the afterlife? Pathetic.' Vanitas was under the impression that it was supposed to be warmer; you couldn't get much closer to hell than the Keyblade Graveyard, so he'd assumed that any afterlife he could wind up in would be similar.
The last thing he'd been expecting was a cryptic moron wearing a butterfly mask asking for his help. What was that guy thinking?
'Yeah, right. Me, save the world? Who do I look like, Ventus or his idiot friends?'
He's going to keep walking, his shoes making crunching noises in the snow with each step. Another shiver, and he pulls the hood of his jacket up in a vain attempt to fight the cold.
First thing on the agenda--find warmer clothing. After that... well. One thing at a time. It's not like he has anywhere else to be.]
Scenario 2 - let's just re-use some text from the last one...
'This is supposed to be the afterlife? Pathetic.' Vanitas was under the impression that it was supposed to be warmer; you couldn't get much closer to hell than the Keyblade Graveyard, so he'd assumed that any afterlife he could wind up in would be similar.
The last thing he'd been expecting was a cryptic moron wearing a butterfly mask asking for his help. What was that guy thinking?
'Yeah, right. Me, save the world? Who do I look like, Ventus or his idiot friends?'
He's going to keep walking, his shoes making crunching noises in the snow with each step. Another shiver, and he pulls the hood of his jacket up in a vain attempt to fight the cold.
First thing on the agenda--find warmer clothing. After that... well. One thing at a time. It's not like he has anywhere else to be.]