s h a t t e r e d

im rushing because im late as fuck 

That's too bad."

red ones to be specific 

uh yeah so whats up i guess

im at this moment rushing to get dressed blah blah 

“Why are you here?” Majora’s Wrath demanded. Its thin temper flared as it grew impatient with the visitor.

She was only slightly confused, wondering how she might of gotten to Termina in the first place. It''s a...curious place to say the least. Nothing like what she'd seen before. It was similar to Hyrule in some ways, yet entirely different at the same time. How she found this place alone-it was anyone's guess.

Merry Christmas!

Another sigh, this time an annoyed one. Of course, always looking for the Pathetic Hero. “Then come back when he’s back. Unless you’d rather go after him and die. I really don’t care. Just don’t waste my damn time.” He looked like the Hero? He’d heard that more times than needed, even mistaken for him. Although, he was far from a descendant. Just a clone of one. Honestly, he’d rather have nothing to do with the Goddesses, or the other Heros, or whatever else they’re called.

She normally didn't use foul language, but she was starting to get fed up. She's been traveling throughout timelines and timelines, searching for her own. When it came to finally finding someone who looked like the hero, he turns out to be a jackass lookalike. 

“Nope.” Came the short and simple response from the copy, a bored sigh soon leaving him after. She didn’t look like anyone he recognized, which should have been obvious, but what caught his attention the most were her purple eyes. Normally, you don’t see people runnin’ around with purple optics. “You’re probably lookin’ for my original, too, right?”

Crystalline stared at him. He looked so much like the hero from her time. But it was doubtful. He was too...calm? Or was it snippy? She thought it was both. Whatever. He was just another person. Another obstacle. Another boring descendant or something.

“Its always polite to introduce yourself first, you know. I’m Vanitas.” 

She gave him her full name, though she never goes by it anymore.

Despite being viciously cruel and murderous in the past, Majora’s Wrath had cooled down just a bit. It would only attack if anyone screamed and ran off in fear, like most people who saw the Wrath wandering Ikana Canyon (the demon descended from Stone Tower Temple at night, so it was rare if someone ran across this powerful pseudo-god). It was likely that Majora's Wrath would leave the woman alone if she was no threat or showed no fear.

She couldn't pinpoint what the right word for this demon was. Not 'scary', or 'freaky'. More..Interesting? She wasn't sure. Maybe...he reminded her of Ghirahim. But she quickly stopped thinking of that and waited for the other's reaction. Crystalline was bored of people trying to scare her, trying their very best at even startling her. Maybe this guy had some way of getting her out of there, without anymore of the threats or such.