towerofanimus | Wannabe Locksmith

Characters: Ventus and evrr'bodyyyy
Setting: Room 1-16 and Floor Fifteen
Format: Have prose, will action for CR
Summary: Ven is keybladeless, so he undertakes an endeavor to try and fix his tragic keepsake. Except he is not handy at all.
Warnings: Group B paranoia ahoy, especially since he's working on a weapon. Also splinters.

[Room 1-16]

Ven didn't have any qualms about lending his glider to Romeo; sure, it was convenient getting around the tower, but he had more physical training than most people, so it just a minor nuisance. What he didn't realize at the time was that it also left him without his weapon. granted, he hadn't really done much fighting since the phantoms showed up, but it was always important to be prepared, and it was hard to pull off a cure spell without the keyblade to focus his magic.

So his next idea was the broken training Keyblade he had gotten from Terra. Ven was kneeling in front of his trunk in his room, holding the two halves of the keyblade, one in each hand, looking at them with an uncharacteristic frown. He didn't even know how it had broken, because it was certainly in one piece when he had last seen it. Wonder what had happened....

[Floor Fifteen]

He couldn't spend forever moping around in his room though; there were people who were horribly disfigured and he had to do something to be on the way to helping! Ven had taken the two halves of the keyblade and ran off to the 15th floor. It was just a wooden dummy blade, but it was important to him! And since it was wooden, it couldn't be that hard to fix, right?

Of course Ven had about zero craftmanship skills, so even though he was set up with both halves on a work table, he had no real idea what he was doing. So he was basically going to go about this via trial and error. Someone stop him?

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A grin cracked across Marceline's face as Ven cheered up. It was sort of like watching a kid talk about their day upon returning home, sort of like watching Finn talk about his and Jake's adventures... it was familiar. She made a note to keep that feeling in her mind for later, there had to be a song in it somewhere. In the meantime she picked up the pieces of the Keyblade, and tried to piece them back together before they started working on it.

"Really? So you were learning how to fight with this too?" she asked, looking over at him.

"Nah, I had to use a real Keyblade to learn; he used this one to learn though," He stated, placing the tools on the table and looking at them curiously. In particular, he picked up the glue bottle he acquired to look at while he was talking. He'd seen hammers before, but he'd never used glue before. Hmm....

"But I messed up once when we were training and was really sad; so he gave it to me and told me it wasn't a big deal to make me feel better. I've kept it with me ever since then!"

Marceline looked at the glue in his hand, reaching for it carefully and picking up a piece of the broken keyblade. It'd be better to not use the hammer if they didn't have to, and it looked like this could be patched up with glue if they were careful. "Real one, huh? Sounds kinda dangerous. Cool." she smiled. "And hey, mistakes aren't a big deal, gotta make 'em to learn, right? Can't play the right chord all the time, part of the process. But that was nice of him. Don't blame ya for keeping it since then."

Ven allowed Marceline to take the glue bottle when she reached for it; he certainly had no idea what he was doing at least, so it was probably better to let her handle it.

"I guess it was dangerous, but that was just kind of normal to me," He said, giving a sheepish chuckle. "'The right chord'? are you some kind of musician then?"

Truth be told, Marceline wasn't too sure she knew what she was doing either, but hey, she had been able to fix up that old treehouse back in Ooo, and houses didn't just build themselves in caves, right? She popped the cap on the bottle and started in.

"Heh, dangerous is my normal too, I hear ya." she grinned. "Yep, play the bass and write my own tunes. Everybody's gotta have a hobby, right?"

She'd probably know more than what Ven was doing, so for now he simply stayed out of her way, though watching with interest as he kept talking. He probably shouldn't be returning the grin when 'dangerous' is something in common, but, well he is. "Did you have a Master to train you when you were growing up too?"

"That's awesome!" He had never met a real musician before! "Do you perform and write songs and stuff?"

The question made Marceline pause- it wasn't that she didn't like to think of her maker, it was... well, no, okay, it was exactly that. Her smile grew a bit forced as she thought of how he had been towards the end of his existence. "Yeah, sorta. He wasn't a great guy, though, nothing I wanna think about, okay?"

The topic of music put her back on firmer ground, happier thoughts. "Yeah, sometimes, if I feel like it. I get called to do parties a lot, but mostly I just like to kick back and jam. You play anything?"

"--Oh." Ven definitely recognized that look. He frowned a bit giving an apologetic nod. He certainly wouldn't be thinking about Master Xehanort if it were up to him. "Sorry! I know how that feels. Don't worry, I won't ask you about it!" He tried to muster another smile, although this one came off a bit more awkward.

"Nah, there weren't many instruments around when I was growing up," He said, still a bit awkward as he chuckled. "But I wouldn't mind hearing you play some time!"

"Thanks, kid." Marceline checked her hand to make sure that she didn't have glue on her palm, and ruffled at Ven's hair. Something about him reminded her of another kid she'd known, another little blond headed boy with a sense of adventure and camaraderie. It was almost painful to think of that too, that in her limited travels around here she hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of her friends from Ooo, and she didn't want to think that they might not have been saved. She forced the thought from her mind.

The idea of a place without many instruments astounded her; how did one live without music? Had to be pretty boring. "I play all the time, just jammin' in the dorms. Don't even try to keep it down," she grinned, all fangs and mischief. She didn't bother to explain that her real reasoning behind it was that she hoped eventually one of the higher ups who was responsible for bringing them here would show, and she could get all her questioning in on that person. She wanted to know everything, but especially why her? What was so great about a 1000 year old vampire with a taste for red and an inclination to music?

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