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

[Room 1-16] If this is okay... Link doesn't exactly knock in canon >>

[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

Because Link had never exactly been one to knock on doors inside the many dungeons that he had traveled and explored, the tower he was now imprisoned in was no different. Every door held a secret and its own chest of treasures. He had learned that every time he tried to take anything from those chests, he would get shocked. No matter, there was no penalty in looking.

The hero of Hyrule was meandering about when he opened a random door to find another boy inside. The change of events didn't seem to be a problem. Door shut behind him, he fancied the boy with a smile, this must be his room or he's probably looking for treasure too, he thought to himself.

[fragilecatalyst.livejournal.com]

[Ren the explorer was doing what she does best, exploring on floor 15 when Ven arrives. She looks up from whatever she was messing with to greet him.]

Ven.

[Room 1-16] Hi neighbor

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé did not want to be a bother. This was why when she went out trying to find things to distract herself from that hopeless feeling that wouldn't leave her be, it was alone. She didn't seek out company, even though she was well aware that it would probably help more than anything else (because even if she couldn't be hopeful for herself she could be hopeful for someone else). Today's visit, instead, besides having the pleasant side-effect of being a distraction, was about the people she was visiting; she still hadn't heard much about how things were going with Eiji, and that needling hopeless feeling had not helped make her optimistic about it, so she'd decided she might as well pop over and check, considering they were next door, after all, which was why she happened to knock on the door about then.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

She'd put off getting a better look at the 15th floor, but if it had something she could use to get anyone's attention, she'd use it. So far though, all Marceline was seeing was the materials for making something new. She'd have to keep this place in mind if she decided to do something with that suit she'd woken up in, she decided, and started to leave.

That was, until she noticed the blond boy looking at the wooden thing in front of him on the table. "It's not going to fix itself, kiddo." she said, floating over. "What happened?"

[Floor 15] ven you're doing it wrong

[prayerless.livejournal.com]

It was the paranoia that had made her grab her long-deceased master's Keyblade from her trunk. She cared for it daily, cleaning and polishing it with the same care that she gave her armor, but the thought had never struck her to actually use it until, for some reason, she felt it was absolutely necessary to take any measure to defend herself. She hadn't practiced with two Keyblades, but she'd figure it out.

Aqua was slowly descending the highest floors to better acquaint herself with them, stopping every time a stray noise sounded over her shoulder. She eventually came to the fifteenth floor, where a familiar shock of spiky blond hair was waiting.

Despite the jumpiness, Aqua smiled. "Ven," greeted the woman as she began to approach. "What are you doing?"

HI BIG BROTHER

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo saw Ven in the workshop and started to fly over, his walking was getting better because he still made himself practice but he got tired so easily and his legs sometimes just wouldn't hold his weight. "Hello Ven! What are you doing?"

He jumped off the hoverboard and held it in his mouth and walked the rest of the way. He put the hoverboard down by the side before speaking again, "Do you need help?" Ven had been nice enough to lend him his flying board do Romeo wanted to help him in return.