[ He glances at her sharply, like maybe he hadn't expected her to be looking at him instead of continuing her search.
Vanitas hasn't used his power with the Keyblade for very many things like this. Mostly, he uses it destroy. His is a weapon more than it is for other people— Masters that can use it to it's full ability, to heal, to wake sleeping hearts up, to unlock dormant worlds.
Xehanort didn't instill this sort of thing into him— some of this comes from broken memory, from a time he was whole. Some of it is intuition. Just tapping the bike should have worked, but he already knows his abilities are curtailed in this place.
He adjusts his target and taps the jagged front of the Keyblade against the metal front. The shadows seem to warp around the jagged head of the weapon, and the engine purrs to life. Since it's electric, it doesn't have the same snarl another might have. But Vanitas doesn't know that.
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Vanitas hasn't used his power with the Keyblade for very many things like this. Mostly, he uses it destroy. His is a weapon more than it is for other people— Masters that can use it to it's full ability, to heal, to wake sleeping hearts up, to unlock dormant worlds.
Xehanort didn't instill this sort of thing into him— some of this comes from broken memory, from a time he was whole. Some of it is intuition. Just tapping the bike should have worked, but he already knows his abilities are curtailed in this place.
He adjusts his target and taps the jagged front of the Keyblade against the metal front. The shadows seem to warp around the jagged head of the weapon, and the engine purrs to life. Since it's electric, it doesn't have the same snarl another might have. But Vanitas doesn't know that.
He smirks, self satisfied and triumphant. ]