thenightmarebegins: (bang bang bang)
[While he's spent the past few years keeping out of village conflicts and issues entirely, this is a rare time that Vincent is stirred to action. These monsters sound like serious business. Besides, he hasn't slept in days thanks to the nightmares, and needs some kind of an outlet. The demons are all too close to the surface... but that's entirely the point. Better he lets them out on the monsters than on the people he cares for the most.]

There is no choice. I know it's been a long while since I've engaged in battle... but I will join in the fight against this threat.

[He's off to shoot beasties... and during the fighting he'll become a beast himself. They're even less controlled than his counterpart's, so if you're encountering him mid-battle, there is a danger of him accidentally turning on you. He's trying his best to stay alone and keep away from any groups of villagers for this reason, but... well... mistakes happen. If he's encountered early on, he'll start as Galian Beast, but if it's a later time, he'll turn into progressively stronger ones, concluding the beastie invasion as Chaos.]
thenightmarebegins: (starry)
[Vincent arrives on the beach and immediately draws his gun. His mind is still in fighting-mode and it takes a while to shake that. Eventually, he puts the weapon away, as memories flood back of what happened. Right... It didn't end well. He's not out there anymore. But where IS here...? He glances around and notices the familiar sight of mountains.]

[For now he'll rest here and watch the water despite the coldness. He's curious about it, but once he opens his journal he ends up asking another question that's bothering him.]


Did anyone on the draft... defeat the General?
thenightmarebegins: (death)
Does anyone... know what's truly lurking within that mist?

[Perhaps it's best unknown- Vincent dreads and yet needs to know the answer. Since... he's been having problems for a few days now.]

[At first, they were only in the corner of his eye and barely there. But now Vincent swears he's seeing his own inner demons everywhere he goes. As if they're lurking and watching him. Waiting. They're getting closer and more well-defined with each day that passes.]

[He's currently somewhere in town and will immediately draw his gun on anything- or anyone- that approaches him. Perhaps the effect will be spoiled since he's dressed like this, but the look in his eyes is deadly serious and more than a little bit unstable.]
thenightmarebegins: (pensive)
[Vincent wakes to a room that's been fully redecorated into, as his AU so cheerfully described it, a 'palace of love.' The walls are pastel pink, and along with a wide array of flowers, there are all sorts of sensual things placed strategically around. He groans upon recalling the past week. Then he pulls his hair out of the ponytail as he looks around a room that would put the Honeybee Inn to shame.]

[As he opens his journal, there's a good view of his lovely new surroundings. Then his scowling face comes into the picture.]


My behavior last week was inexcusable, although the Malnosso are technically at fault.

Regardless, to anyone I spoke with... I apologize.

[Vincent then starts the process of de-beautifying his room, taking away some of the tackier ...items... that he ended up having there. He can be seen wandering to and from his place as he seeks to strip away the memories of his AU self. He's basically throwing all the things into a big pile far enough from his building, for Galian to burn when he's ready.]
thenightmarebegins: (talking)
[Vincent has had an eerie feeling all day. Not from the monsters, they've been settled after things calmed down yet again. But he's hearing familiar laughter on and off, and right now he's just noticed a white lab coat hanging on a tree.]

[He's on alert now, keeping an eye out as he continues going around town. He doesn't want to cause too much alarm until he's more certain, but even so, he has to wonder what this means...]


I thought there weren't any New Feathers lately...?
thenightmarebegins: (bang bang bang)
[Vincent is avoiding people at the moment, but he's restless and in need of focusing on something, so he's doing just that... in the form of target practice in the barracks. An early/late enough time should be fine to avoid people, or so he thinks.]

[Since he has no idea what the Malnosso look like, he's envisioning the next best thing- Hojo!- as the target that he's shooting at. This is clearly seen in the thought bubble above his head.]


[This next part gets picked up by the journal nearby, as well: The sound of eerie whispers, groans, and growls. There are four voices, all of them clearly inhuman and all speaking at once. Sometimes one voice rises above the others, sometimes it's hard to pick out just one individual among them. A demonic laugh drowns them out for a moment, before a fifth voice suddenly breaks in...]

(...Be silent.)
thenightmarebegins: (galian beast)
The line between monsters and humanity is... thinner than I assumed.

[Vincent is heading off toward the forest. He walks quickly, with a great deal of intent in his stride, and his expression. It's made a little less dramatic by the fact that he's still mostly covered in pink dye, despite attempts to wash it off. But after the events of the draft, and then coming home to Remnants going crazy, he's still battling with the inner demons. His only consolation is that they're not as powerful in here.]

[Once he reaches the forest, he takes on the form of the Galian Beast, running around in hopes of letting the monster have some release while (he hopes) staying well away from people. Do you bother him anyway? Y/N/MAYBE]

[...And is that a tinge of PINK in the large wolfy beast's fur?]

[Voice]

Feb. 5th, 2010 06:11 am
thenightmarebegins: (chaos rising)
Another experiment, concluded... and another profession I cannot return to.

My.... apologies... to those I encountered last week.
thenightmarebegins: (in the dark)
[Vincent did make it back to his place, but now he's seriously contemplating a return out there... because he knows how the Malnosso work, and he can't bear the thought of them dropping Lucrecia in the blizzard. So he's starting out somewhere just outside Community Building One, and will attempt to patrol around as best as he can.]

[...Obviously it will be slow going.]


Has anyone... noticed any kidnapping victims returned in the midst of this storm?
thenightmarebegins: (unamused)
[Vincent also received a "prize" from the festivities, and can presently be seen in his apartment just... starting at it. What IS this horrible (and now completely useless) prize? ...It's his coffin. :| Not exactly anything he wanted to be reminded of, or a time he's ever intended to return to. It's also missing the lid, so even if he wanted to angst a few decades away inside it, there would be no way.]

[written]

Aug. 24th, 2009 07:10 am
thenightmarebegins: (death)
Inevitable... that it would come to this, after what happened.

I must prepare.

[Action]

Jun. 25th, 2009 06:45 am
thenightmarebegins: (chaos)
[Form number two takes hold suddenly, Vincent transforming into an entity he's familiar with. Except now, he has no control over Chaos' actions, acting out the trait he loathes the most... becoming nothing but an angry, bloodthirsty monster.

He growls in disgust at what he's become. He knows he must move away from populated areas as swiftly as possible. That is, if he can find enough willpower to manage that.

He's attempting to fly around with ...mild success. He'll blindly attack anyone who dares disturb him, despite Vincent deep down going "no my sins D:"]
thenightmarebegins: (hojocent!)
HA! It seems I am immune to...

...No.

[Never mind. Say hello to the Hojocent, Luceti. Vincent has just been sentenced to a fate worse than death.]

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