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[forceless]

Characters: Ventus in Roxas' body so basically nothing changes but the clothes, and YOU
Setting: Room 1-16 and around there on the morning of the first day, and various locations that can be placed over the week of the event if you so chose-- just let me know!
Format: Starting prose, like everyone is forced to this week, I can switch
Summary: Ven wakes up on the other side of the room, discovers Kingdom Hearts shenanigans with his existence, and then puts on the detective noir fedora to track down some answers. Since Ven has switched bodies with Roxas, replies will come from Roxas' account (lamentless)
Warnings: Kingdom Hearts Logic, Stupid Teenagers, Face Twin Shenanigans made worse because of account switching. (Sorry Wing)

[Room 1-16]

Ven had actually had the fortune to wake up in his actual room, but to a completely new perspective. Literally, a new perspective. Though he was still in his own room, he was on a completely different side. Besides that, he didn't actually suspect that much going on-- everything... felt pretty normal, if not a little bit off. It only took another minute to realize the lack of weight on his shoulder and then around his waist and then his feet and then OK what the hell.

An examination of the lack of weight, and he had Roxas' clothes on. What's more, his muscles felt... a lot...less...well, fit. His left hand was unusually weak, there were no callouses where there should've been, and he was sure that if he tried his usual sprinting and acrobatics, that he would fall flat on his damn face. After all, Roxas had done it when he tried.

So wait... was he in Roxas' body? Like his actual body?

Well, Roxas wasn't there, so that was annoying. He stepped out into the hallway, and well... He, had to find his stupid friend of course, but he also had to make sure he wouldn't get murdered if he ran into a monster. He knew Roxas had a Keyblade-- not a grip like Ven was used to, but hopefully it would do. A moment of quiet concentration, holding one hand out, and...

He...summoned two Keyblades. One in each hand. "Wha--?!"

How the fuck.

[Around the Tower]

After the initial shock of why-the-fuck-do-I-have-two-Keyblades, Ven had returned to the room stolen borrowed Roxas' skateboard, and made his way off. If anything else hadn't convinced him of the body-swap, this sure did, because he was way more coordinated on this thing than he had ever been.

So at many points during the first day and over the course of the week, Ven could be found cruising along through the tower, hopping down the stairs, doing flips, and the like.

He was...probably having way too much fun with that.

[Library]

He had to meet up with Roxas eventually, and this was usually where they were anyway. Plus it was a pretty good place to gather information. So someone could probably find him, browsing through the books or looking on the network.

Detective Noir mode activate.

[Floor Eleven]

Ven didn't have his glidey bullshit anymore, he was in a completely different body that was neither left-handed nor ambidextrous, he was completely unused to the forward grip, and the body he was currently in, while not out of shape, was no warrior's build.

That all sure wasn't gonna stop him from training now!

Honestly, Ven was kind of interested-- confused, but interested. Roxas had two keyblades, and no idea why. Even with progressively worsening symptoms, someone could probably still find him there, in the early part of the day, trying to learn how to fight with two Keyblades. There was some muscle memory to help him, but not much...

Comments

[inaquate]

[Hands up, it's defensive posture time. Venxas has two keyblades, even if one is laying on the ground right now. Do not want one in the face thanks.]

I merely came to see if the floor was occupied. It seems perhaps I had a similar idea to you...

[lamentless]

[The defensive posture was...certainly reminiscent of Aqua on occasion, though it sure at hell wasn't typical of the real Xehanort.]

You're here to train? [He quirked an eyebrow. The concept seemed both weird to Master Xehanort AND Aqua. Not that Aqua didn't train, but-- she was already way beyond his ability normally, so it was still odd to think about.]

[inaquate]

[When there's no immediate aggression he eases back into a slightly more relaxed posture. Definitely more of an Aqua thing.]

Is there something so odd about that? This is a different body; one must be prepared for these things. There are... [he looks at the keyblade on the ground with a bit of understanding] discrepancies.

[lamentless]

[Yeah he...couldn't deny that. Side-eye a bit, but he couldn't deny it. After all, that was kind of why he was here, and Xehanort was even more different than Aqua than he was from Roxas.

I guess that makes sense....[Aaaaand he held his hand out, bringing the keyblade back to his hand as if nothing had happened. And pointedly not making eye contact.]

Can't you go anywhere else? Or should I just leave.

[inaquate]

[He turns his back, hands clasping loosely at his waist. While he doesn't hunch over, the urge is there for that instant.]

Are you afraid?

[lamentless]

--What?

[The idea...kind of caught him by surprise. Maybe it was just because it was coming out of Aqua's mouth.]

No way. I just...

[Well, it was no surprise he didn't want to be around Master Xehanort much, but...]

I'm not getting in your way this time. Isn't that what you'd want?

[inaquate]

In the way of what, particularly?

[No really Ven, he has all day.]

[lamentless]

[Daaaamniiiiit...!!]

Of.. .whatever training you want to do. [His tone was both annoyed, and disappointed and he had no idea what his own tone was doing, frankly.]

[inaquate]

[Here Ven, have a rather depleted look... and he summons his keyblade. Her keyblade. Eraqus' keyblade. Yeahhhh that's Master Keeper. He doesn't look entirely thrilled with this prospect at all.]

You tell me, Ventus. How well do you think this will go?

[lamentless]

[Oh well, he can. Kind of understand that.]

...You have no idea how to use that thing, do you?

[He. Really shouldn't be amused by that.]

[inaquate]

I've more of an idea than you do, it seems...

[Sort of. Maybe. Aqua's body falls naturally into a forward stance, and it takes a moment of odd sideways concentration to get it to cooperate into his usual overhand. The pose looks almost silly with the combination of that keyblade and that body, and while Aqua is strong enough to wield easily enough, her body hasn't been conditioned for that particular stance and already slight shaking in that arm as muscles begin to tire begins.]

The spirit is willing, but the body...

[lamentless]

The body wants to do something different than what you're used to. [There's almost a grin on his face at the observation. Both amused, and wow, did he sure know the feeling.]

I'm not sure either of us are going to make much progress like this...

[inaquate]

[He lets his arm droop as he relaxes a bit.]

This body is rife with differences in manner. Perhaps it's better that she is unconscious. I would not like to think of how she would handle such things...

[And a bit of a glance.]

Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other. You bear me no love, but before all of this began you did call me your teacher.