LIKE FIRE, HELLFIRE--Navi

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    navi

    //Sorry about the bad post


    The melanistic lion much preffered the cool, dry, air of the mountains compared to the hot and humid air of the rainforest. Had it not been for Vader's influence here, this is where Vanitas would've liked to gone, location-wise.


    His paws managed to scramble over the hard rocks into WindClan territory. The vessel of darkness' scent was vastly different from a WindClanners. If anyone was here, they would most likely notice him.


    Aureate eyes searched the area. He wanted to see his daughters again. Did he have a son? Most likely not. But, still, he needed to be a part of his daughters' lives. He needed them to be of use to him. He wasn't there when they were named, so he didn't know their names. With a grumble, a dark flame would surround the already melanistic lion as he grudgingly continued his search.

    WHAT'S THE USE IN FEELING — navi d.s.o amidala — windclan — she/her — info
    Navi knew little to nothing about her birth father. It wasn't something oft mentioned. She knew Vader - Anakin, whatever - wasn't her father. It had never mattered much to her. Who her real father was just wasn't something that bothered her. It confused her, if just a little, that she had never seen him before. For the most parts, parents tended to be around, but then, she was of a different case from what she could see. She must look like him, she knows, since she definitely doesn't look like her mother. She had books to read, and things to burn though, and she rarely let her birth father enter her mind.

    So when the petite lioness spotted a dark lion surrounded by fire; the first thought in her mind wasn't 'he looks like me' but 'FIRE' instead. Black fire. That was different; she'd only ever made red. The apprentice's brow furrowed sharply and she quickly trotted towards the stranger, noting as she grew closer he didn't smell of WindClan. A visitor of some kind then. "How do you do that?" Perhaps that was forward, but her soft, almost completely blank tone (fire always did bring a slight spark of interest to her voice) gave no indication she was aware of that. Instead, stepping forward with luminous golden eyes, Navi was curious. "I've never seen fire look like that."

    So, this young lioness had to be one of his daughters. As the male had calmed down upon finding her, the fire slowly diminished and one could fully see Vanitas in his true glory. He watched her as she trotted towards him, before he sat down. "No use in 'Nice to meet you?'" Came the sharp reply of the melanistic lion.


    His golden eyes locked onto his daughter remarking, "Well, before I answer your question, nice to meet you. I'm Vanitas. And it's rather natural, you change the temperature of the fire."


    //A bit rushed

    //Vanitas is from a game where this main character has like fifteen souls inside him, this lion ain't gonna be realistic. Though, I suppose Vanitas can just carry sulfur on him.


    //But yes, I known Anakin will.

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    [ so much potential angst
    "dad stop trying to kill dad" "dad, just burn dad! he doesn't like fire!" ]

    Navi flicked her ear, tail twitching lightly. Nice to meet you. Had she ever said that before? She thinks maybe once. Maybe twice, at most. "A waste of breath. You'll find me more curious than polite," she quipped relentlessly, eyes narrowed. His tone was familiar; her adoptive father had used it a few times before - like he was scolding her. Yet he was only a stranger. Odd. At least he answered. His name however, brought her to a slight pause in her thoughts before she could pester him with any more questions. Vanitas was awfully familiar sounding; like something maybe mentioned once or twice but not something she had thought was overly important. She frowns, trying to pull it out of her memory, albeit with little success. Stars, she hated not knowing something. The ignorance would nag at her head for ages, like an irritating fly refusing to cease buzzing.

    "I'm Navi, if it has to be nice, then it's nice to meet you." She sat down, upright with attentive purpose etched across her features. "Colder or hotter?" If possible, the girl looked somewhat sheepish, unused to asking anyone for help on her favorite subject. She tended to look for information on her own. Black lion. Gold eyes. Fire... Huh. A new inquiry was burrowing into her mind, a subconscious recognition of her own blood. Wait. She wasn't very patient, but she wasn't blunt enough to ask that. That would probably be more forward than her first question. "How do you make it circle around you? How do you not cause a forest fire?"

    So much 'Potential' angst? There already is so much angst in that thread.


    Vanitas let out an odd sound at his daughter's remarks. He shouldn't have expected anything different-- of course at least one of the children would've had an emptiness almost reminiscent of his own. He waited patiently.


    That's when the surprise hit him. How does one not cause a forest fire?! How did she cause forest fires?! He kinda felt bad for Vader, having to deal with that. "Hotter... I just have more control over it. It goes with my emotions, but how do you keep causing forest fires? Doesn't that tire you out?"

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    [ oh yes, it can light up some more; just get like Mona involved or something; she'll slap him too ^.^ ]

    Navi blinked, slowly, suspicious. He was certainly different. She kind of liked that though; it made him worth talking to. She tended not to do that a lot; talk. Why bother, when there was something to read, or time to practice her powers? She'd never admit to being lonely, especially since she decided to be like that. What was the use in having friends? They weren't worth the emotional attachement and potential to hurt; she saw it all the time.

    Besides, there were pressing issues to think about. The petite lioness faltered, eyes flashing briefly. She let out a soft, irritated huff, "I haven't... I don't..." She grumbled defensively, "when I light a fire, I do it away from any trees or grass, so I don't start... A forest fire. But... I can't stop it from spreading... That's why all my fires are small." Even her one campfire, sadly. "I hate it, but I'm scared of losing control." Sometimes it didn't seem like a bad idea; she'd love to see everything in flames around her. Instinct kept her in check; if she burned everything she might hurt herself in the process (instinct and perhaps, just a small part of her not really wanting to see her clanmates dead by burning alive). Charring her paws slightly when she messed up; that was fine - lighting her entire self on fire because she couldn't stop it; not good.

    "With emotions?" Navi's shoulders slumped sharply, head ducked to glower at the ground. "Those aren't my strong point." She used focus and a drive to see something go aflame. She felt, enough to know she could, but not enough to understand, and she tended to bury whatever she did feel inside; fear and anger for some. She'd been doing that for so long, it was hard to do it any other way, let alone try using those feelings.

    He would watch with interested eyes as Navi would try to defend herself. His tail swished back and forth. It appeared she exhibited some emotion. Whether that was good or bad, he had no clue. "If you cannot stop it mentally, try physically, such as putting some sort of flame retardant down. I'm sure you don't want people to get hurt." His golden eyes watched her actions carefully. "You've got a start by keeping it away from dense areas. I'm proud of that."


    At her next point, Vanitas would grin and let out a dry, hollow laugh. He stood up and nodded. "I know emotions aren't your strong point. They're fleeting, but they're strong, right?"

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    She grumbled, and continued staring down for a moment, listening. If she found a small patch of land surrounded by river, or something; that'd work. Or just making the ground moist, perhaps; get a water can and drench everything out of the intended fire radius. That might work too. She bit back a comment about not caring all too much; she did, just a little. It'd be weird to be left all alone afterall, even if she was a very independent individual. Proud? Vaguely, she could recall that praising tone her mother took when she accomplished something; Vader had used it too, every once and a while. Parents were the ones who got 'proud'; they were happy or pleased when they saw their kids had done something 'right' or 'good'. She knew many kids tried to make them proud on purpose, as if it was essential to their lives. They had to make their mother or father proud. She had never bothered; it had never seemed important.

    Fleeting but strong. She jumped to her feet, eyes sharp. He knew exactly. He knew. "You're my father." Not a question; a fact. I make him proud? "You know why I'm like this?" It drove her insane with curiosity and confusion. Every character she read in her books, every clanmate she knew; they felt so much more than her, and so much more often. She wasn't naïve; she noticed she was different, even if she ignored it a lot. What else could she do about it? She had no understanding of the why or how in the first place. "... I make you proud?" She didn't know why that mattered. It's not important, focus on what's important; he has the answers. But he's proud?

    Vanitas had to watch his daughter's movements. He figured it had to be good to show some sort of emotion. He had to be careful with the usage of his words-- she knew he was her father. He would be knew to this 'father' stuff.


    He watched her surprise. Her curiosity. He felt a small void at the fact that his children had to feel this way. Plus, what emotions she would feel, they would most likely be negative. He visibly winced at her question. "Yes. I am." He breathed out, adding, "It is due to the nature of my creation. I'm only half a soul. I can barely feel positive emotions. Most of the time, I feel empty. It can be passed on to my children. But yes..." a small smile creeped on his maw. "You make me proud." He moved his paw, ruffling the top of her neck fur.

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    So she was right then. She had never met him, but it was plain as daylight they were related; her pointing it out and his admittance was simply voicing the truth. Distantly, she recalled that her sister, her blood sister, Mona, seemed to hate him. She saw nothing wrong with him, save that it would seem her strange lack of everyday emotion was a hereditary trait from him. Was that really wrong though? She didn't think it harmed her, to be like this, just made her confused often and left her feeling rather different. Half a soul... So that's what having half a soul did to someone; made them feel with a different, more limited spectrum. She wondered if there were any books researching the sort of situation. Empty... Navi chewed the inside of her cheek. That void that she felt; she filled with those things like fire and books. She had to, or she was left listless. It wasn't something she talked about though. At least with Vanitas, he knew what was happening and knew it on a personal level.

    Navi stilled for a moment, lost in her thought. When Vader tried that, she usually pulled away; something kept her rooted. More or less, it was the surprise, truthfully, along with something else more unfamiliar. "Because I succeeded in one thing?" They had just met, how he could he already feel pride over her? She didn't feel like she'd really accomplished anything immensely great. Yet still, she didn't find herself minding too much. It felt nice, if just for the moment; nice to know he was satisfied with her in someway; enough to be proud. Still. "Parents are strange," she murmured aloud without much thought, furrowing her brow once more at the notice she voiced her thoughts. "Do you just have fire, or can you do anything else?" Back into questioning-mode she went, evidently determined to fish more out of him. Lately, she'd been trying to expand her knowledge elsewhere; studying books on different elements and trying to learn. Nothing was working quite yet, but she still felt like there was potential to grow in other talents than in just one element.

    Oh, yes, Mona certainly did hate Vanitas, but she did gain some sort of sense of honor. How Navi didn't see him as bad, he had no clue. As for the emptiness, he was named after it, and he was condemned to feeling empty. He could only feel the happiness his other half had, and he grew envious. It was only natural. He had to have that emptiness for there to be a balance.


    Vanitas nodded, "Of course I am. You're showing much proficiency for your age! When I was your age, I swore, I could've set the ocean on fire." It was a lame attempt at a joke, but it was a joke nonetheless. He let out a cough, breaking the soon-ensuing awkward silence after her remarks.


    He nodded once more, his tail sweeping around him. "Yes. There is a very special weapon I know how to use. It is known as a Keyblade. Do you want to be able to use it? It has many, many perks!"

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    Navi blinked. Indeed, jokes weren't really her strong point, but the sentiment in that statement there, reached her rather well. She was doing good. She was showing talent. The lioness found it was rather nice to hear that.

    She tucked her paws beneath her chest, head lightly tilted. "A weapon?" That did sound interesting. She'd never heard of a keyblade before. Curiosity glistened in her eyes, "You'll teach me?"

    "Of course I will! Why wouldn't I teach my own children my skills?" He asked, as if it was obvious, with a small chuckle. In dark flames, the almost clock-looking Void Gear appeared in his mouth. He kneeled down so she could take it from his mouth.