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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Aqua's comprehension of her Keyblade was mostly from personal derision. She didn't know specifically how Keyblades worked, and she didn't understand all of them, but she knew she understood hers. That knowledge had served her well enough until it came time to part with it -- and now, hopefully, it would serve her again.

The Keyblades were sort of like people, Aqua surmised. It was hard to generalize a how or why, but some people you could just predict, because you knew them so well.

At the question, Aqua turned her head, looking off into the distance and somewhere far, far away from Ven and even the Tower. "...aimless," answered the mage after a moment of heavy thought. "It's hard to tell time or where you are." She wouldn't have known how long she had been stuck there if it wasn't for her sheer determination not to lose herself.

"There's blue crystals in some places. They look like they just...come out of nowhere." She delivered the description passively, with an almost glazed look in her eye, as if she were still wandering that tiny path over that huge abyss. "...and there's a lot of monsters there, too. I think they're called Heartless."

Ven's face fell and he seemed to shrink away a little at seeing Aqua's expression. He didn't know anything about the Realm of Darkness except for bits from Master Xehanort, but to think that she had to live in a place for who knows how long....

"The monsters that rise from the shadows, right?" He inquired, hoping to at least bring Aqua out of the funk she had fallen into. "Yeah, those are Heartless. The Realm of Darkness is where they're from, so it makes sense that there'd be a lot."

"Yeah," she answered, still a little disconnected from the present but trying to bring herself back for Ven's sake. "They didn't seem to like me very much," remarked the mage with a small smile as she turned back to her friend, in an attempt to lighten up a little. "I fought a lot of them."

She did her best to maintain eye contact with Ven, but following that, her gaze began to wander again, ending up somewhere over his shoulder. "...that was when your Keyblade saved me," the master informed him absently, looking distant but a little less forlorn this time. "Terra's, too. I got tired of fighting...I was so ready to give up."

The smile returned and she brought herself to look at Ventus again. "But, the Keyblades-- they appeared, and took down all of the Heartless. So I knew I had to keep going." She reached out and affectionately brushed a bit of hair from the boy's face. "I'm glad I did. I missed you guys a lot while I was there."

"I don't think they like anyone very much. I mean they're worse than the Unversed," He said jokingly, letting out a small chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. If she was trying to lighten up and feel better, he was sure going to do his best to help!

Ven went a little wide-eyed though at hearing about his Keyblade. How? Hadn't he been asleep for all those years? His face fell a little hearing why it was needed, but when she brushed his hair he could help but smile and teasingly try to push her hand away in indignation. "I'm glad I was able to help then...!"

She laughed at Ven's attempted mirth, relenting in her affections and withdrawing her hand. "That's saying something," she remarked with amusement. "Unversed aren't exactly friendly." Especially considering who their king was.

It was nice to have someone she trusted living here in the tower with her, Aqua realized. She didn't consider it as something she'd taken for granted before, but after being alone for so many years (in the physical sense), it was a nice welcome back, even if the new place she'd woken up in wasn't. "Your heart must have just been in the right place," joked Aqua on the matter of Wayward Wind coming to her rescue.

"Maybe together they'd both get along," He added with another laugh at the thought. It was more likely than not that they would kill each other, but hey.

And another laugh at the slight pun. "Well of course! I can help my friends in need even in my sleep!" ...That's a rather silly boast, but he's still going with it.

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and then magical theories will be able to stand beside scientific theories as equals

~and so the dream was made real~

insert "i have a dream" speech here.

so would MLK be a magician in this scenario

absolutely. so would Rosa Parks.

YOU'RE A WIZARD, MARTY