songerein | [open!] you're only everything I ever dreamed

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[open!] you're only everything I ever dreamed

Who: The Kingdom Hearts cast + You!
Which: Open Log!
Where: The collection of treehouses that the cast has made! And other areas!
What: An open log for residents and adjacent CR to come and go. Top levels inside!
Warnings: tba!

[Now that the residents of Songerein are settling in it seems that a group of uncanny key kids (and a few others) have come together to make a nice little collection of connecting treehouses. The houses are dreamed up and put together with a patchwork of wooden bridges and boards and spruced up with fairy lights that glow and hang from the rafters. The treehouses are high in the canopies of thick trees and the balcony sections are open and breezy for any visitors to come to walk up the steps and see.

Down below the treehouses on the ground seems to be a rather flourishing garden of sunflowers. Where they come from or how they sprouted is still unclear. But it is joined with a rather chubby-looking chicken that pecks at the ground occasionally. Along with the grazing chicken, there seems to be a whoosh of dragonfly wings as a large dragonfly has taken to the treehouse as a home too. And what is this? It seems they might have a small collection of blue birds that won't leave the house alone. What other creatures are out and about?

Dreammotion energy seems to be strong around the treehouses. As the trees house a collection of boys with vivid and wild imaginations. Sometimes lights will flicker brighter or plants will bloom with various strange flowers. And the smell of baking chocolate and cookies is always in the air.]

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[ Wow isn't this somewhat familiar, huh? Though this time it's not Vanitas' magic snatching books away from Ferran. It's still the same result though, right?

At least offended is better than distressed. Now it doesn't quite look as though it is going to hand anything back at all.

Rather, it seems to take off running. ]

Oh, for...

[He lets out long, a put-upon sigh as he sees the creature dart away. He can't say he expected any different, given what kind of person he remembers Vanitas to be; a little familiar that came from him would be inclined towards the similar sorts of annoying shenanigans, he's sure.

But even if he had the energy for it, he probably wouldn't bother running after the Flood. Humans were supposed to be good at hunting all that time ago because they could just walk forever after things, right? Right. He'll just follow it and see if he can't get his journal back eventually.

Maybe if he's lucky it'll lead him back to Vanitas and he can gripe at the guy about it.]

[ Well one of those things is happening. The Flood is making its way back to Vanitas - a chore really. Corridors don't really work here so it can't just instantly return to Van's side. So Ferran is going to get a nice little jaunt to the cluster of treehouses many familiar faces to Ferran call "home." Or at least it's a place to put their feet up at. Van's not sure he's ready to say it's more than that.

They should probably install some dog/cat doors or something because it's definitely jumping up and down and clawing at the front of one of the doors! ]

[Once they reach what appears to be a fairly... connected series of treehouses, Ferran has his answer. But watching the thing pathetically scratching like a desperate pet just makes him feel sorry for it.]

Can't even get in, huh?

[Feeling pity won't stop him from trying to go in and swipe the creature into his arms like an unruly puppy, though.]

Edited (there are other words i can use!) 2021-11-10 02:31 (UTC)

[ It could attack Ferran, but it probably won't. Not this time. So it absolutely just is prone to go still the moment that Ferran picks it up. Because what the heckie. People kill Unversed. They don't carry them or pet them or treat them with kindness.

So it's about as puzzled as Vanitas is - who can feel the sensation as if it is happening to himself. Kind of makes him shudder from the phantom feeling of it. ]

You could have just left it out there.

[ All Van is doing is trying to put a lunch together for himself, thank you. ]

[Journal and thing to scratch behind its pointy ears acquired. A rousing success.]

What, and refuse the obvious invitation?

[Nah. It's your problem now, Vanitas. Ferran steps inside.]

[ Van's brow raises and then his shoulders tense as Ferran gives the Flood a scritch. Van rubs behind the same ear. Augh! ]

Who said it was an invitation? If you wanted to come here at any point all you needed to do was ask.

[ A shrug. ]

[Ah, that prickly exterior. Feels like home, almost.]

Your little pet did. [He speaks Unversed now. Don't question it.] It went through the trouble of bringing me here, didn't it?

[He then proceeds to sit and make himself at home, letting the creature go after retrieving his journal. Vanitas is off the hook... for now.]

What are those things, anyway?

[ Yeah because Ferran isn't used to THAT at all now is he? Vanitas scoffs at the comment though. He doesn't need to say anything like that as he settles in with his lunch - just a simple sandwich thank you very much.

No, he is not offering his guest anything so there. ]

What? The Flood? It's an Unversed.

[Ferran's got enough hosting manners for the both of them. He'll get to that.]

Vanitas.

[My buddy. My guy.]

You know those words mean absolutely nothing to me.

They should. Or, rather, they might have a while back.

[ A shrug and a CHOMP CHOMP. ]

So ask your questions. I'll take them step by step. One thing is going to need another explanation and such.

[... yeah, Ferran's got nothing. Not even a hint about either of those things that aren't just guesses has emerged from the fog of his experience in Aefenglom. So instead of digging into the obvious question that he doesn't ultimately care about that much to begin with—]

What do you do for fun, anyway?

[ That makes Vanitas snort. Amused, really. Apparently the thing about the Unversed isn't really all that important to Ferran in the end. The thing that makes a bunch of people feel uncomfortable around Vanitas and this guy just doesn't care.

Well okay. ]

Here? I don't know. it's more like I don't think it's time to have fun because I have no clue what this place has in store for any of us.

[Given everything going on, some wiggly pointy creature that likes to swipe his things is the least of his worries. All he knows is that it's connected to Vanitas somehow, and that's all he cares about.]

It's not "time"?

[It's said with the same tone as he might say come on, man.]

What, are you looking over your shoulder every waking moment? Paranoia won't help.

[Ask him how he knows!]

[ Don't give him that tone. Vanitas pauses mid bite and puts his food down. Glaring. ]

Shouldn't you be a little more cautious then? At least if I am looking over my shoulder, the things that will be taking people by surprise won't hit me as hard.

[ He also has experience! ]

There's a difference between not being paranoid and blind optimism.

[He shrugs, nonchalant; he doesn't have the energy to care about future problems at this point. He has so many already that it hardly feels like it would make a difference.]

I'm not exactly expecting sunshine and rainbows, you know. I'm just taking advantage of the downtime between the tragic nightmares and monster attacks, or whatever this place decides to throw at us.

I prefer not to be optimistic at all. Again, if I expect the worst then there won't be a surprise.

[ Though it speaks to a lot of other things that this is his mindset. Honestly, it's because if he anticipates the worst at all times and doesn't have any expectations for a positive outcome, then his already fractured and shattered heart won't have to deal with that pain.

Yet it's also because, in the end, he's simply been conditioned that way. It is going to take more time to break him of these habits and thoughts completely. ]

Time between to do what though? Exactly how do you think I should be filling the space then?

[He folds his arms.]

I guessed that one already, as it turns out.

[He's not asking Vanitas to be hopeful. He's asking him to have fun, which is entirely different.]

A hobby, at least. Doing something just for the sake of enjoying it. Gardening. Woodcarving. Hockey. There's something out there you like.

[ And "having fun" is something that he wholly struggles with. It doesn't matter that he's had time with Sora and other people. The notion that one can be unproductive is still hard for him to grasp. ]

Fighting?

[ Look, he hasn't really been giving opportunities to find things that he likes to do? Or that he could be good at? ]

[Meanwhile, Ferran, who does not find fighting any fun at all, lets out a sigh through his nose.]

I was thinking hopefully an activity that doesn't involve hurting someone.

[Hm. Though if physical activity and an opponent are what's appealing there...]

But I guess there are sports like that—boxing, fencing, wrestling, that kind of thing...

[ Time for Vanitas to pause again. He frowns, not knowing what really any of those words are. ]

What are you talking about?

[ Boxing? Fencing? ...Wrestling is a word that Vanitas knows, but not really in this context? ]

They're sports that are kind of like fighting. Just with special equipment and rules to make sure nobody gets more than a few bruises.

[Before it was gifts and cards, and now he has to explain boxing. Well, today's your lucky day, Vanitas. It's time to learn about more nice things.]

Like for fencing, none of the swords are sharp, and you wear a helmet and a padded uniform. And instead of actually stabbing someone, you get points when you hit them.

So what's the point if you can't go all out? How do you really test your skills and know what limits you still need to break?

[ Seems like... He still doesn't really ge the point. ]

None of that teaches you anything really useful. The whole point of bruises or stab wounds is to force you to learn from your mistakes.

[ And he's talking about this like it's a perfectly natural thing. Like an every day part of life. ]

[... he's starting to get an idea here of the sort of situation Vanitas must have come from. More than just the being of darkness thing.]

Vanitas, [he says with the air of a sigh,] the point is not to be useful. Not even a little bit. It's not about getting stronger, or improving your reflexes, or honing yourself into the perfect weapon.

[Is he getting warm?]

It's about being able to relax because you don't have to worry about getting hurt, and having fun with it instead. Just one of the little things in life you can look forward to.

[ Good on Ferran. It's not an aspect that all are really privy to. Vani doesn't often like his ignorance showing, after all.

And the other has the right of it, of course. The whole "weapon" thing. Because yes, that's what he has been doing. To grow stronger. More powerful so that nothing can be taken away. So that he can keep what he gains. So that he is valuable enough to not be thrown away. ]

I still don't really get it, Ferran. To do all that in a place where you can't get hurt just seems like fear or cowardice.

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