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towerofanimus2012-05-19 01:16 am
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Characters: [AU] Ventus and YOU
Setting: Various, see cut-text
Format: Action
Summary: Ventus finally stops being a hermit.
Warnings: Will update as needed, but mentions of death.
[Room 2-20]
[He'd all but fled the room on the morning of the 9th and hadn't returned since. He'd only returned now because he missed sleeping in a bed, or that's what he told himself when passed out into a dreamless sleep. A real bed, his bed. He'd sleep for 8 hours, exhausted and needing it, badly. When the young man woke, it was with jolt; Ventus disoriented and confused for all of three seconds before it sunk in.] Ahh
[He shook his head. It didn’t matter what they thought. It didn't matter if they’d seen what he'd done, seen what had happened after it. He’d done what the tower had wanted; he’d killed, given into life over morals. It'd been too easy, to forget about the fact that Shion had been an innocent, to think of only his life... Of course he felt guilt over what was done. Would he take it back? No. In those circumstances, it had been kill or be killed. He’d wanted to live as much as possible - and he’d do anything to survive.
Even if they abandoned him, hated him, wanted nothing to do with him, it was... ok. He didn't need friends, or anyone. They'd just let him down in the end. They always did.
A shake of his head and Ventus stood and headed his trunk. He needed clean clothes to change into after the shower.
Of course, on opening the trunk, his hands brushed against something new. Wooden, bluinter than a rock and small but in a shape that Ventus knew very, very well now. He didn’t have to see to know what it was. The X-blade. He jerked back like it was a hot iron and scrambled way from the trunk and what was in it.] NO!
[Floor Eight]
[After finally finding his 'gift' from the tower and reacting to that, Ventus had bolted to the maze on the eighth floor. He wasn’t really aiming to solve it, simply wonder around, lost in his thoughts - in his memories.
X-Blade. Torture weapon. Thing that had cut him open. Thing that he never ever wanted to have as a model.
He hated the thing, disliked it, feared it and now he had a mini-one in his possession.] Damn it...
[Lost in thoughts as he was, it was unlikely that Ventus would pick up on anyone near him unless he literally walked into them.]
Floor Twenty-Five
[After getting lost a few hours in the maze, Ventus had retreated up here. While normally he'd be sparing with himself, now he just wanted to sit. Sit and think and do nothing. The last few hours had...somewhat helped, but not much. Ventus was still very, very much hide away from everyone, though he knew in a place like this, it was impossible.
So, he opted for the places that he knew were the more peaceful parts. Less chance of bumping into anyone he knew - to anyone he'd faced in the labyrinth. He won't shy away from anyone talking to him, though.
He might even engage anyone here if it is someone that he's familiar with, too. ]
[Floor one]
[Unlike most of those in the tower, Ventus doesn't seem that fussed about eating nutrition bars at all. It's not that he had no idea what he's eating - he does, after a fashion- it's simply as to him, food is food and he's not a fussy eater.
So, anyone around here will find Ventus happily chewing on a bar, another to the side. ]
[Everywhere else]
[Throughout the day, one might see Ventus wondering the various floors of the tower. He's not hard to miss, given that he wears a blindfold, and doesn't seem to have that much trouble navigating the place.
Pick a spot in the tower and chances are, Ventus will be there, probably lost in thought, but he's not going to say no to company. Though being mistaken for his younger self will get him frowning and something of a resentful look there. Yea, he doesn't really know what to think about the other Ventus. Other than he's lucky.
He might even be seeking some company out, just a little, too.]
Setting: Various, see cut-text
Format: Action
Summary: Ventus finally stops being a hermit.
Warnings: Will update as needed, but mentions of death.
[Room 2-20]
[He'd all but fled the room on the morning of the 9th and hadn't returned since. He'd only returned now because he missed sleeping in a bed, or that's what he told himself when passed out into a dreamless sleep. A real bed, his bed. He'd sleep for 8 hours, exhausted and needing it, badly. When the young man woke, it was with jolt; Ventus disoriented and confused for all of three seconds before it sunk in.] Ahh
[He shook his head. It didn’t matter what they thought. It didn't matter if they’d seen what he'd done, seen what had happened after it. He’d done what the tower had wanted; he’d killed, given into life over morals. It'd been too easy, to forget about the fact that Shion had been an innocent, to think of only his life... Of course he felt guilt over what was done. Would he take it back? No. In those circumstances, it had been kill or be killed. He’d wanted to live as much as possible - and he’d do anything to survive.
Even if they abandoned him, hated him, wanted nothing to do with him, it was... ok. He didn't need friends, or anyone. They'd just let him down in the end. They always did.
A shake of his head and Ventus stood and headed his trunk. He needed clean clothes to change into after the shower.
Of course, on opening the trunk, his hands brushed against something new. Wooden, bluinter than a rock and small but in a shape that Ventus knew very, very well now. He didn’t have to see to know what it was. The X-blade. He jerked back like it was a hot iron and scrambled way from the trunk and what was in it.] NO!
[Floor Eight]
[After finally finding his 'gift' from the tower and reacting to that, Ventus had bolted to the maze on the eighth floor. He wasn’t really aiming to solve it, simply wonder around, lost in his thoughts - in his memories.
X-Blade. Torture weapon. Thing that had cut him open. Thing that he never ever wanted to have as a model.
He hated the thing, disliked it, feared it and now he had a mini-one in his possession.] Damn it...
[Lost in thoughts as he was, it was unlikely that Ventus would pick up on anyone near him unless he literally walked into them.]
Floor Twenty-Five
[After getting lost a few hours in the maze, Ventus had retreated up here. While normally he'd be sparing with himself, now he just wanted to sit. Sit and think and do nothing. The last few hours had...somewhat helped, but not much. Ventus was still very, very much hide away from everyone, though he knew in a place like this, it was impossible.
So, he opted for the places that he knew were the more peaceful parts. Less chance of bumping into anyone he knew - to anyone he'd faced in the labyrinth. He won't shy away from anyone talking to him, though.
He might even engage anyone here if it is someone that he's familiar with, too. ]
[Floor one]
[Unlike most of those in the tower, Ventus doesn't seem that fussed about eating nutrition bars at all. It's not that he had no idea what he's eating - he does, after a fashion- it's simply as to him, food is food and he's not a fussy eater.
So, anyone around here will find Ventus happily chewing on a bar, another to the side. ]
[Everywhere else]
[Throughout the day, one might see Ventus wondering the various floors of the tower. He's not hard to miss, given that he wears a blindfold, and doesn't seem to have that much trouble navigating the place.
Pick a spot in the tower and chances are, Ventus will be there, probably lost in thought, but he's not going to say no to company. Though being mistaken for his younger self will get him frowning and something of a resentful look there. Yea, he doesn't really know what to think about the other Ventus. Other than he's lucky.
He might even be seeking some company out, just a little, too.]
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He's still not asking questions, yet, but... he's starting to show more curiosity at least. Sorta.