thenightmarebegins: (look down)
A day's time...? Then I must prepare.

In the meantime if... No, never mind. It's just as well I'm not here.

[It's more notice than one ever gets with a kidnapping, he knows that, although it's still... bothersome. Vincent had hoped he could continue the beginning of this year in relative peace. Besides, it's another New Feather wave and he always finds himself wondering every time whether she'll be returned. But it might be best if he's away for a time so he's not constantly wondering.]

[So Vincent will be hurrying along between places- weapons shop, item shop, and a stop by the Barracks for some old-fashioned shooting. Sometimes just putting bullets repeatedly in a target is the best thing.]

[Voice]

Aug. 1st, 2011 02:56 am
thenightmarebegins: (bang bang bang)
[Another day, another Hojo.]

[The shifting and often disturbing scenery has been bad enough. The way this whole thing started was bad enough. Vincent has been encountering his nemesis everywhere, but this time has gone beyond the bounds of sanity. There's the sound of water running in the background and then Hojo's maniacal laughter. Finally, Vincent speaks up, less than amused.]

What is the true purpose of this experiment? To revisit the past, or to irritate us with enemies we can't hope to defeat?

[A gunshot and a thud follow. THIS time, he had better not reappear.]
thenightmarebegins: (starry)
[This voice message is less voice and more... the sound of bells. Bells that are light and jingly, with perhaps just a little bit of an ominous tone underneath that. Anyone with magical backgrounds- the same as with for Tinker Bell- can understand the words, but for anyone else they'll just hear him talk in the bell sound. Vincent has no idea yet, of course.]

It will only last a week... if we're fortunate.

[Of all the things to become, it had to be this. No monster, oddly enough, but a tiny little fairy. At the moment he's somewhere around town right in the middle of one of the paths. He's wearing his bandana wrapped around him toga-style. Vincent is making a futile attempt to pick up at least his journal and his gun and bring them along with him... but getting airborne is proving to be a challenge and he's sprinkling pixie dust all over.]
thenightmarebegins: (shooter)
[Vincent is dressed in the creepiest bunny outfit EVER, setting up a table of various arts and crafts somewhere in a random elementary-grade classroom in the school.]

[Except all of the crafts and paintings that he's made so far are all ...disturbing and depressing things, as if they were spawned from nightmares, and look like they were all cut by a chainsaw to make them. They were.]


The time has come... for arts and crafts.

[The statement has never sounded so ominous before.]
thenightmarebegins: (noise)
[Vincent has been busy getting a late present for Lucrecia for that recent holiday. Of course, it's his luck that he would notice about her being kidnapped right then. So now we have an especially glare-y Vincent departing the area of the stores.]

She does not deserve to suffer. It is I who...

[Trails off into silence.]
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.]
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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