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?

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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?"

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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?"

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"--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!"

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"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?