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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

[lethechained]

She offered a smile, regardless of whether he could see it or not, and made an effort to stay out of his way. It was unpleasant, watching him like this, but surely not as unpleasant as experiencing it would be. She hesitated, then,

"Would you like some help?"

Because it was hard enough watching that, and she'd rather he at least sit on the right bed. No intrusion upon her roommates' spaces if she had anything to say about it.

[lamentless]

"N-Nah, I got--"

He was waving dismissively with his hand, but as fortune would have it, he sort of almost half-stumbled on air. Not because he actually hit something, but because he was worried he almost did and wanted to stop himself. And then, there, probably wasn't anything there.

A sigh. Oh, who was he kidding.

"Y...Yeah, that'd be nice," said a bit despondently. Augh, his pride.

[lethechained]

That frown tugging at her lips strengthened at the sight. Her own sigh was nearly inaudible; she had no intention of making him uncomfortable if she could help it.

"All right."

She said it mostly so that she wouldn't startle him, and it was gently spoken. Just as gently, she reached out to grasp one of his hands with both of her much smaller ones; she'd have only offered them if it weren't for his eyesight. Carefully, she began to guide him over to the correct bed so that he could sit.

[lamentless]

He took hold of Namine's hand, gripping firmly, but still lax to make sure he didn't hurt her or anything. He took his steps carefully, and it was a bit slow going for a speedster like him. But eventually once he can make out the vague shape of the bed in front of him, he released her hand and reached another hand out to touch the bed, carefully turning around and lowering himself onto the mattress with a bit of a 'plop.'

Phew. He'd certainly never understand how anyone could go around with zero visibility.

[lethechained]

Naminé was a bit relieved that they made it and she didn't trip him up horribly, or anything. Once he was situated and didn't seem likely to take a spill off the side of the bed, she neatly seated herself next to him, hands folding on her lap only a tiny bit anxiously.

"... Comfortable?"

It may be a tiny bit of stalling, but she would also like to be sure he is, inasmuch as possible.