Let's gather 'round the campfire

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Characters: Ventus and EVERYBODY
Setting: Halls of the first floor Dormitory, near the stairs.
Format: Prose to start, will match you~
Summary: The power's gone out, so Ven's starting a bonfire.
Warnings: Magical fire and possibly singing TBA

Ven had only been in the tower for a little while and already something was going on. He didn't exactly understand what was going on, only that it was dark and creepy, and that none of the lights were working. Except in the rooms, but those emergency lights were almost creepier than the darkness.

He had managed to gather up some flammable materials into a pile at the end of the hallway, and with a quick "Fire!" the flames were burning and there was at least some light. And a source of heat! Thus he sat against the wall making sure the fire didn't go out, blissfully unaware of any creepy crawlies.

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[lamentless]

Well, this basically sucked. Guess who was out skateboarding in the halls when every damn light decided to go out? Thus, a sulking Rox, with a banged up knee and skateboard under his arms approached the fire with a raised eyebrow. It was sort of the only landmark thing he could make out.

"...is that...safe?"

Which is a normal thing to say while sitting against the opposite wall anyway. If his skateboard catches on fire you're paying for a new one.

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Ven glanced up at Roxas when he came by, meeting his concerns with a grin. "Sure! I cast it myself and I can put it out if I have to." Derp. "Besides, here there's nothing to risk catching on fire, I mean, besides the wall."

He didn't give Roxas' concern much...concern because the other seemed to be sitting down to join him anyway. And don't worry he grinded in the Mirage Arena, he's loaded

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Eiji stumbled up after a bit. Roxas isn't the only one who had some bad luck with the timing - Eiji's rubbing his head a bit.

He blinks a bit at the fire, having missed the conversation. "...this is a bit extreme, isn't it?"

OOC: Assuming everyone posts to the same thread. But I'm sorry it was so cute I couldn't resist ; u;

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He had pretty much no way of knowing what time of day it was, since he didn't really check the computer terminals much. So all he knew was, he woke up one minute and was sitting in the dark the next.

Eventually however, what he figured to be the emergency lights came on. Though as he sat there, Ienzo couldn't help but notice another light coming from outside -- a flickering light, an orange light, an... oh. He practically flung himself at the door, even as he went knowing that he was probably already dead. There was no way out of this tower, after all, if there was a fire they couldn't escape and everyone was going to die and...

...Waitaminute.

Is that a bonfire?

Oh god. Still too far away to identify who was near it, he slowly approached the fire, looking just slightly startled -- though even that was quickly fading.

OOC: idk we didnt plan this very well, LETS WING IT

[lamentless]

"...you, cast it." This is his 'wtf' face, man. But he's letting it slide cos other worlds and keys and other such nonsense.

It actually seemed to be gaining a small group, anyway. "I just hope they don't have any sprinkler systems. That'd be extreme to me." Augh being soakeddd...

A beat. "I wish we had marshmallows." It was hard to tell if that was sarcasm or not, really.

OOC: Winging it is!

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Oh. Well. As he came closer, the identical forms of Roxas and... that person (he really needed to get his name!) came into view, along with someone else rubbing his head who Ienzo didn't recognize. Sneaking into the firelight, he finally bothered to speak up. "Ah..." he said quietly. "...I'm sure there are better ways of finding a light source than..." He eyed the fire.

OOC: Winging it is how i operate my life

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Ven glanced at Eiji as he saw him approaching an rubbing his head. "Heh, you OK?" He asked, figuring he had bumped his head in the dark.

He shrugged. "Well, I couldn't find any lights, and this is the best I could come up with." He added with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded behind his head.

"Yeah, I cast it. Like that wind I did the first time we met." ...And another beat. "Marshmallows sound really good.."

Ven glanced at Ienzo when the kid approached, who he greeted with an enthusiastic wave. "None of the lights were working," and he doesn't know what a flashlight is. "Come on, come sit with us!"

[spacehipster]

Whoever came up with this idea is absolutely brilliant. Excellent work.

[lamentless]

Blame him. [Rox pointed at Ven.] He's the one that "cast" it.

[why does his doppelganger get cool abilities grumble grumble]

[spacehipster]

[looking from Ven to Roxas]

And he is your...brother? No. That's not familial resemblance. That's different. That's very odd. The genetics are strange. Interesting.

It's a shame we don't have marshmallows, eh Roxas? Marshmallows and custard.

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[He waved enthusiastically and beamed when Roxas pointed him out] Thanks! You're welcome too!

...Hm. Strange genetics? Do you think you could figure out why we look alike then?

...Custard?

[spacehipster]

Perhaps.

[he waves his sonic screwdriver in your face]

It's be easier if I had my TARDIS.

[he grins]

Yes, custard! One of the very best foods ever. Absolutely brilliant, delicious, and amazing in every way. Not like beans. Beans are evil. Or toast. Horrible thing, toast. It should stay away from this tower.

[lamentless]

...? [He also would appreciate figuring out whytf Ven looks like him.]

If you could figure it out, I think we'd both appreciate it. We sure can't.

[Hn...would marshmallows taste good with custard...? This requires thought.]

So...what if there was custard on toast? [THIS IS MOST SERIOUS DISCUSSION]

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Romeo blinked at the fire, he hadn't been able to find anything to make fire, or any candles he was glad someone had managed. "Hello sir!" He saw the boy by the fire and smiled.

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Ven was currently hovering his hands by the flame when he looked up to see the newcomer. He wasn't incredibly cold or anything, but it was storming and he was wearing a short sleeves. Plus it was fun.

"Hey there!" He said with a grin. "You want to sit down? There's enough fire for anyone."

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Romeo smiled and nodded sitting down near the fire, glad for the light as well as the warmth, "How did you manage to make a fire?"

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"Magic!" Ven announced happily. He held his right hand in front of him, pointing it up.

"Like this!" On command, a ball of fire appeared near his hand out of nowhere and shot up to the ceiling, dissipating when it encountered resistance. He retracted his hand a bit when the fire appeared (after all, fire was hot and he was kind of doing this without his keyblade), but grinned back at Romeo in spite of himself.

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Romeo's mouth dropped open, "You made fire! Like magic! Are you a witch?" Romeo wasn't scared at all, indeed he edged closer.

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Romeo's enthusiasm elicited a happy laugh from Ven. "Nah, I'm not a witch." Though he'd met one before. She was not a nice lady. "I'm a Keyblade Wielder. We learn to use magic in battle to fight against the Darkness."

[pchaaair]

[Bonfires are cool!]

Oh, uhh, this is, a really good idea, I think.

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[No silly, bonfires are hot!]

I thought so too! It's the perfect way to spend a power outage.

[pchaaair]

[They are the coolest of hot things.]

Yeah, um, it's better than it, being completely dark, too.

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[Aaaw yeeaah]

That's the idea! You can come sit down if you want.

[pchaaair]

[At that, Tavros goes and sits down! Man this is nice.]

I wonder if, the power will come back soon.

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[Being the friendship freak he is, he was glad Tavros accepted the invitation.]

I'm sure it'll come back once the storm blows over. Or whenever the tower people fix it. [Optimism go!]