Wannabe Locksmith

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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?

Comments

[f0rceless.livejournal.com]

"Is that it?!" That was a pretty shoddy defense. If she was a spy she should've been trying to defend herself more, right? Had he guessed right? Everything seemed to point to the fact that she was some malicious party, that she was one of them; how else could she know so much?! She had seen the experiments it made sense...! But he didn't want it to be true, but it must've been but...!

"What are you...?! Why...?!" Nothing was making sense in Ven's head anymore; he grabbed the sides of his head in distress. Was she admitting it? Was she one of them? "Sh-Shut up!" Naminé wouldn't have to worry about going, because Ven was going to dart out of his room on his own. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong....

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Was that it? ...Yes, it was. There was really nothing she could say to prove her innocence except perhaps explaining her powers, but that... would cause more problems than it would solve for all parties involved. Would he even believe her if she did try to tell him? It was a pretty strange thing to hear. As it turned out, she didn't get the chance anyway; his obvious distress and being told to shut up effectively crippled any attempts she might have made to explain herself further, although she did stand out of her own distress. Automatically her hand started to reach out but she stopped it, knowing full well such a gesture would only make things worse. Just the idea that she'd already upset him this much was horrible enough.

She made no immediate move to follow him upon his exit, but instead after a few surprised moments hurry after to the doorway to make sure that he hadn't hurt himself in his hurry and maybe where he'd gone but no farther than that. Where in the world could he be going? ...Well, anywhere but where she was, she could assume.