[Vanitas had found a real life in Johto. He was his own person with his own heart and could do whatever he wanted. Sure he still had to report to Team Rocket here and there but they mostly just let him do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was spending time with Yuri and training his Pokemon.
He was traveling without the aforementioned blonde, for once, and had headed to Violet City to pick up some things and maybe take a spin through Sprout Tower to see what he could find for himself.
Flood the Phantump was twirling about in the air as they headed along the path while Mr. Pickles the Flareon and Remnant the Typhlosion led the way. Vanitas sauntered along after them with Scrapper the Houndoom on one side and Phial the Salazzle on the other, the ladies flanking him protectively like always. The last member of the party was Undertaker the Ribombee who was perched on Vanitas's head keeping a look out like the badass little bodyguard fairy he was.
Which is exactly why he spotted Aqua and her Pokemon first.
The little fairy let out a twill and, wings fluttering, he drifted down to direct Vanitas's gaze.]
Spot something goo--
[Expecting some pathetic kid that would be an easy sweep, Vanitas stopped where he was because that hair color was all too familiar and there's no way--it couldn't be--]
DO I THO
He was traveling without the aforementioned blonde, for once, and had headed to Violet City to pick up some things and maybe take a spin through Sprout Tower to see what he could find for himself.
Flood the Phantump was twirling about in the air as they headed along the path while Mr. Pickles the Flareon and Remnant the Typhlosion led the way. Vanitas sauntered along after them with Scrapper the Houndoom on one side and Phial the Salazzle on the other, the ladies flanking him protectively like always. The last member of the party was Undertaker the Ribombee who was perched on Vanitas's head keeping a look out like the badass little bodyguard fairy he was.
Which is exactly why he spotted Aqua and her Pokemon first.
The little fairy let out a twill and, wings fluttering, he drifted down to direct Vanitas's gaze.]
Spot something goo--
[Expecting some pathetic kid that would be an easy sweep, Vanitas stopped where he was because that hair color was all too familiar and there's no way--it couldn't be--]
Aqua!