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towerofanimus2011-10-15 04:36 am
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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?
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?
insert "i have a dream" speech here.
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."
so would MLK be a magician in this scenario
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...!"
absolutely. so would Rosa Parks.
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.
YOU'RE A WIZARD, MARTY
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.