Vigil [Thief of Light, OPEN]

Vani was certainly having an odd few days. It had all starting with her run in with a few shadow like fiends with glowing yellow eyes. She had simply started to travel toward Cornelia when their transport ran into them. Of course she volunteered to handle them. That's when she had woken to a different day in a different world. One moment it was raining midday. The next it was sunny, not a cloud in view that morning. The time change in itself was odd. She would have sworn that she was dreaming had she not run into her old friend. The Warrior of Light had explained a bit of what had happened, but she was still filling in the blanks.

The two had split off to see if they could locate the other two warriors and meet back with the whole group. This couldn't be the fault of some lowly shadows attempting to steal hearts. This had to be related to Garland one way or another. There was probably some sort of time loop that had spared his ultimate fate. But for now, she would have to manage the current situation.

That being her transportation to this wasteland of a world. There must have been quite a magnificent battle waged here by the turmoil and destruction. The place was deathly silent and the weapons of the warriors all that were left in their wake. No soul left alive. It was terrible. This was the fate that her and her three companions had halted on her own planet. They had kept it safe from the evil that the world had been gripped into. This world was not so lucky. The red head pulled her hood back to reveal her soft features as she approached the first set of keyblades that she had encountered. The woman tilted her head curiously as she crouched a bit nearby to run her hand up the cold steel. "Curious shape. How is that even an efficient weapon? It doesn't seem sharp enough." She questioned before she stood back up without much effort. She dared not disturb the quite literal graveyard. It was out of respect. The dead deserved to rest.

The woman let her eyes coast over the landscape, keys the size of blades as far as she could see. Though, the most interesting part was the fact the sun was high and at it's peak and it hadn't seemed to move much since her arrival. It was rather warm as well, but she feared it best to keep her cloak on in case. The last thing she needed to do was struggle to get it back on if a sandstorm decided to start up. Suffocating in sand was not a fate she'd like to experience in her lifetime. So, she continued to trek on, even though the planet seemed devoid of life all together. She was unaware that on the small plateau nearby was a talking rabbit. It would be a shame if she mistook him for a heartless or fiend.

Vani did not expect anything or anyone to be here. The scenery only showed hints at it being desolate. Why would she think otherwise? Normally she would be able to read the terrain and decide if there was something coming. This was not the case right now. That might be because the being that was fast approaching her was not of this world. Maybe the world was not quite sure how to respond to his presence, unlike her world. Her world sensed the slightest shift in malicious intent and summoned her and her friends to rid the world of the evil. This world, so plagued with death and destruction. It's defenses must have been low as it was trying to regain it's strength, from however long ago this great battle took place.

The movement caught her eye before she heard any sort of sound. The woman was a warrior of light, not a typical damsel in distress. She had been trained to protect herself and she would do her best to make it out unscathed. Vani halted immediately and pulled her masamune from it's hilt with her right hand, holding it backward to be able to block any incoming attack with the full length of the blade against her forearm. The thief had to compensate for her lack of strength with her stealth and agility. This was one such situation.

The red head took a few steps back, crimson eyes falling on the comedic looking cartoon mouse that had come barreling at her from somewhere. To be honest, she had no idea where he had come from as there was a section of standing keyblades in his path. Had he run across them? There was no possible way that he had done that without disturbing them or making any noise. Though, had she known anything about cartoons, she would have surely heard the sound effects whether or not they had truly been there or if they were imagined. Now, the long eared mouse was hanging upside down and waving at her from between two keyblades. Was this a heartless? No, it lacked any emblem nor did it have glowing yellow eyes. Plus, it was speaking. To her?

What was with his speech and dialect? His eyes seemed empty without any color. He had no shirt and only wore these oddly bright blue pants. He did not seem anatomically correct. Was he a fiend? Well, fiends did not normally speak. This was very odd and she was not quite sure how to handle it. Her eyes glanced briefly behind her to make sure no one else was there and that this creature was actually addressing her. Her sword still defensively in her hand as she gestured to herself with her left hand, as if asking 'Me?'. Honestly, she wished Zest was here. He would know how to handle this child's drawing.

Thief was extremely bewitched by the creature in front of her. It's fingers were even odd. The way he wiggled them as he dangled hap-hazardously upside down. What was truly wrong with this long eared mouse before her. At least, it seemed to be a mouse. Right? She hadn't the foggiest idea. All she could do was watch the creature with extreme caution and see where it lead them. It even talked so strangely and repeated itself while rephrasing what it just said. So, she spoke up with a tilt of her head. "I have come to learn that those who state they are trustworthy are quite the opposite..." She explained, blade still in hand. But, she had relaxed her stance ever so slightly. "Vani..." She greeted with her own name.

Her crimson eyes stayed locked as he made some normally comedic actions. Though, to the thief, she was more baffled at how he was doing what he was doing. The creature had reached his oddly shaped hand with the unusual amount of digits to it's own wrist, pulling at the skin as if it were a piece of clothing. The only thing falling out was some loose change. What was this thing? The bewilderment showing very obviously on her soft face. The only good thing on the mouse's side was that she wouldn't attack anyone unarmed unless they were still an immediate threat.

It continued to speak. It gave her knowledge that it had four hundred children and spoke very oddly. It made strange flips that defied gravity and called itself Oswald. She could hardly believe there was one of these things. Now there were hundreds!? "What are you? You speak so peculiarly...you are unlike any mouse I have seen before..." Plus, what was a 'five start resort'. Though, it seemed to have some sort of knowledge of this place.

"Do you know where we are.....Oswald?" The name sounded so weird being spoken. Like the syllables were now meant to go together. "Odd name to go with an odd mouse....That is the only fitting thing so far..." She had absolutely no idea that she was going to offend the creature. She was never one for the talking. She usually ended up being a bit too blunt and audacious at times. It is why her and Red Mage partnered up so well. Warrior was usually pretty good at getting his point across. But, red made could certainly smooth things over. "You are a bit small to be a hero... you also would need to carry a weapon for protection.... Vani lowered her sword to her side, standing normally again. Though, she did not sheath it. She needed to know more before blindly trusting this.

There was no such thing as an honest face. Deception was always key and the thief knew that extremely well. Everyone assumed by her expressions that she was a typical thief that would steal the shirt off your back if you turned it. Vani was quite the opposite. She was probably one of the most honest and loyal people you would ever come across in the kingdom. Though, with the existence of the other realms, she was sure there were people more honest than her. But, none more loyal. He comrades were always her greatest priority, even at the cost of herself.

The mouse's actions were quite odd the way he pulled on his ears as he did. He probably stretched them out from all that yanking. Especially if his skin stretched that easily to begin with. What was he made of? The the compliment of her name was nice. Even if that was not the full name. It was far too much of a mouthful. So, she handed out the name Vani. Saraswati Sauber Kaileena LeRouge just did not roll off the tongue quite as well. It was simply less frustration this way.

That's when her statement about him being a mouse sunk in and she was quickly corrected. The woman blinked a few times at his actions. If she wasn't mistaken, she was sure that she saw smoke come out of his ears with the way he responded. It was quite obvious he was not happy. The foot tapping, the arm folding. Even the huff told her everything before he replied and half explained. "A rabbit.... I can see that..." She tilted her head again to look the creature over before he commented about being better than 'that mouse'. "There's a mouse too? Next you will tell me there's other animals that can speak as well...." She seemed unsure that she believed him. But, where there was one talking animal....

Though, his anger faded quick as he changed the subject, not saying anything with the step he'd taken earlier. She seemed un-amused with his statement about it being a battle ground. That was probably the most obvious thing about the location. Then he mentioned the name of the weapons in the ground and the name over the place. Rather fitting name if she was to be quite frank. "A keyblade.... such an inconvenient design though..." She pointed out the obvious, turning her eyes away from the mous- .... rabbit for a fraction of a second. Long enough for him to pull out a remote from a pocket.

How did he manage to hide that in his skin tight pockets!? It was unreal. What came next was even stranger and actually caused Vani to take more than a few steps back, weapon gripped tighter in her hands as she watched. Then, as if by magic, the device made an oddly shaped metallic wrench. It was far too big for him, yet he seemed to carry it well. He was stronger than he seemed. That made her feel a bit more distrustful. Obviously with that sort of magic, he wasn't completely unarmed as he claimed to have been. He spoke again, and she just listened. She had no idea what he was talking about, nor what a 'trolley' was.

Vani watched the rabbit inquisitively as he went through a series of emotions. One after another. It was as if she had broken him for a moment. All she could really do was watch him and keep her guard up. Honestly, she had no idea what he could do. He had summoned a wrench from out of nowhere. An odd wrench, but one none the less. The rabbit was so unrealistic he was almost like a child's artwork. But the last thing she wanted to do was upset the poor things more. She almost felt bad for seeming to hurt his feelings earlier for confusing him with a long eared mouse. But, she was not going to start trusting him. There was no reason for her to do that. Trust was to be earned. It was not something to be given blindly.

But, Vani did not say a word. She simply watched and worked on reading his body language to determine what to do or say. Right now, it seemed safe to let him go off on his little rant about whatever it was that he was frustrated about. She kept the grip on her weapon that she had not put away yet, just in case he decided to swing the tool at her. That, or managed to throw it at her. He truly had more strength that he let on. That, or the item in his hand did not weigh all that much to begin with.

The names he called her and the words he used were really odd. What was a popsickle? Though, she supposed he made a point about the keyblades. If someone had enough brute strength, they could hit the person with it. She just felt far more comfortable with a blade or something with a sharp edge. She was not one for weapons like hammers or clubs. It was far too barbaric. But they had to be effected weapons if so many people were killed here, right? It only made sense.

The red head simply watched him as he practically begged for any way to calm her nerves. She really wasn't all that worked up. She was completely calm and collected. She just did not trust others as well as she would Warrior and Red Mage. They were two of the few constants she had in her life. When you only remember so much of your life and nothing before the moment you appeared on a world hold a crystal and are suddenly destined to save the world, you develop trust issues. It also did not help that she was rather quiet when she wasn't drinking with Rojo. But, if he was so interested in knowing, then she'd tell him. Honestly. "No. There is not. Trust is earned, not given. To be frank, I do not know you. My task is to find my other comrades and make sure that our world is not in anymore danger."

He had asked and she was honest. But now she was quiet as she waited for his reaction. Though, she carefully slide and sheathed her weapon this time. She would have enough time to react if necessary.