towerofanimus | This Ven should come with a handle gently sign.

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This Ven should come with a handle gently sign.

Characters: AU!Ventus, his roommates and then YOU!
Setting: Starting in room 1-12 then out in the hallway after he meets a roommate or two. Just let me know what option you take please.
Format: Para, but I'll follow you
Summary: AU!Ventus intro!
Warnings: Possible mentions of abuse due to the nature of the AU

For some, thirty seconds of sleep paralysis might not be a big deal, but for Ventus, it felt like an eternity and given that this bright - too bright if you asked the teen - room was not the one he remembered falling unconscious in.. It left him in no small state of panic and fear. As soon as he could, he was up in a crouched position on the bed, eyes darting around the room while Wayward Wind appeared in his hand. When nothing attacked him after a good minute, he lowered the keyblade and shot the room glances before he spied two letters.

After giving them a once over, he sunk more into himself, curling up on the bed. That's when he noticed what he was wearing and the (second) collar. Metal, he thought, running his hand over it, or something like metal. Instinctively, his hand sought for the Unversed King's one and his heart sunk. It was still on. Of course it was - only Vanitas could remove it as far as he knew. Oh well. It wasn't really seen as the other one hid it well enough from what he could tell. The white threw him a little too, thought at least it was full body. No one needed to see his scars,

"Why.." This had to be a dream - something to escape his harsh realities of being, more or less, a punching bag for the Unversed King. Or it was some sort of test to see what he would do in a completely new environment. But he didn't know what he wanted to do. Even if it wasn't a test or some cracked out dream, the other beds suggested that other people also shared this room, and the last thing he wanted was to make any one angry.

Which only had him curling up more because as far as he knew now, attention often brought some sort pain. "Sorry..."

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Now that he was dressed in his seen-better-days clothes, Ventus was feeling a little braver. Well, sort of. He was walking the hall way, but he kept the room in sight and was careful to keep an eye out for anyone and not making eye contact at all. Though anyone with half a brain could tell that the blond was scared and ready to dart back into his room at even the slightest sign of danger. And given the state of the clothing.. It wasn't that hard to figure that something bad must have happened before he was pulled into the Tower.

Feel free to approach him though, he doesn't bite. Actually, he'd be more of a doormat than anything.

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Ienzo waited (somewhat) patiently as Ventus mumbled nonsense to himself, and at the next question he heard, he responded. "...Well," he said, "there is a third person in this room; his name is Karkat Vantas. He isn't human; he's a troll, but his race is essentially the same, as far as I know." Ienzo glances over to look at Karkat, and -- whoa. Looks like a fourth person came in when he wasn't looking. "...and finally, it appears we have someone else, though I do not know who he is."

"I see..." Not human? Ven's face might have shown confusion, though he didn't ask. HE simply nodded and accepted the information. He'd been taught not to ask unless he needed clarification. Which was rare; and anyway, this was a trivial matter. "Thank you. W-What about those you know, here?"

He didn't know what he'd do with the names, but he figured it would be useful information to know. Or maybe it was the small backbone peeking out and trying to sate his desire to know things. Or maybe the part that was so wrapped around Vanitas's fingers was information gathering on the off chance that the 'Unversed King' would arrive here.

"...There are about ninety people living here," he said at length, thinking over what this new Ventus had said. There was no way he was going to waste time describing everyone he had met here; besides, that's what his notebook was for. "Individuals can come in and out at any given time, but they are not in control of when this happens." He decided against mentioning his own Ventus; if the two were ever to meet, they could sort it out perfectly fine on their own.

Speaking of Unversed, though, there was now a Flood creeping on the floor between the two beds. It had been brought in as a 'reward' for being experimented on a few weeks ago, and even though Ienzo had basically flipped the fuck out when he saw it for the first time, he was now training himself to pretend that the creature was not there. He still didn't feel comfortable around them, though.

Another nod. Ninety? That was a lot of people with faces and names to remember and adjust to, by the looks of it. Ventus couldn't say that he was thrilled - he was terrified at the thought of so many. Though, so far the room seemed like a safe-haven that he could return to. Then again, even if it wasn't, the letter said that he had too. But it seemed ok --

Right up until he heard the tell-tale sound of a Flood creeping around.

Here? Now? Vanitas must be looking for him, as Ventus honestly doubted that the masked boy had been killed when his world was destroyed.

White as a ghost, Wayward Wind raised defensively as he looked around, trying to spot were there thing came from. Living with the Unversed, for all it could be called living, had left him with intimate knowledge of what they sounded like. It was only one from what he could tell, but even one was enough to have him alert. Ventus assumed that he'd know if it was a Watcher or not soon enough.

"..A-Are you an Unversed l-like V-Vanitas?" Well, if he assumed that Vanitas is an Unversed (and that's never been corrected), it's not a small step, to him, to assume that you are as well.

The actual count is more somewhere around one hundred, but even though he's been here quite a while, Ienzo has missed several people on his circuits around the tower, so his estimate is just that -- an estimate. Albeit one with an excess amount of work put into it.

Ienzo's notice, too, turned towards the Flood as soon as he heard the shhwsh that meant it had come near. The thing had caused him to... grossly overrect the first time he had seen it, but it seemed that even this Ventus had enough control to handle himself. For even though the color had drained from his face, and he looked absolutely scared, this Ventus was bringing out a Keyblade too. But instead of, oh, I don't know, attacking the Unversed, he addresses Ienzo instead.

And mentions Vanitas. It seems this version has had difficulty with a Vanitas too; but he's an Unversed here, while the other Ventus' Vanitas was a... whatever the other Vanitas was. But Ienzo is definitely not an Unversed. "...No." He didn't even know what Unversed were even called until a few days ago, but no way is he going to tell anyone that, even if it was a seriously upset alternate-continuity Ventus.

Ventus just assumed that the Dark Other was an Unversed, given that he could create them. He knew nothing else.

Terrified and on the verge of panic - ready to attack the thing if it came to close and he was sure it would; they seemed to be attracted him for some unfathonable reason other than Vanitas' orders. ~~Might have to do with that you give off everything the Unversed like, Ventus.~~

The No didn't help much, but he didn't have that much time to think on it as the Flood was soon up on his bed and Ventus was starting to back the fuck up, eyes glued to the form as he started to hyperventilate just a fraction. And then it leapt, Ventus' keyblade swinging the second it was airborne. Ienzo might not even notice, but Ventus swing had more power behind it than his counterpart - and he was left-handed.

"GO AWAY!" He felt stupid for yelling at it when he knew - KNEW that it never worked in the past and usefully only egged them on which then lead to 'training' and already he was shifting, mind blanking out - swapping to automatic.

Ready to fight.

Of course, doesn't mean that Ienzo over here could know that. He's not a mind reader... at least, not yet. He's only heard about Vanitas from the other Ventus, who himself had some unfortunate run-ins with him, so the details on his identity were vague. And of course this Vanitas could be completely different, due to coming from a different universe.

As Ventus jumped around on the bed and busted out Keyblades and whatnot, Ienzo once again found himself reduced to sitting there and staring. He was trying to draw attention away from himself, and if the attention went onto Ventus, so be it. He wasn't at all versed in the ways of swordfighting, so he didn't notice much about the power behind each boy's swing, but he did see that this Ventus was left handed -- and held his sword in a normal fashion. It had perplexed him how Ventus could fight so efficiently with his weapon inherently facing the wrong direction.

The Unversed was stunned for a second by Ventus' yowling, but only a second. Right afterward it was on the approach again, fascinated by all the new and exciting ANGST that had spawned in this new resident. The other two were ok it guessed, but their ANGST and RAEG was getting kind of old.

When it came to fighting in close quarters with very little room to move, Ventus was beginning to become adept at using his keyblade the wrong way. He still rathered his backhand grip of course. More natural, but beggers could hardly be choosers. As it was, he was already looking around, squinting from time to time, assessing where he could and could not fling the Flood.

Finally, he settled on the nearest wall. there was to much unknown in the room for anything else, and walls were safe targets, right?

Not that it mattered. A shift to his normal grip and then a crouch. As soon as the flood was in range, the wing was aimed to send it into the nearest wall.

And the swing connected, sending the Flood crashing into the wall. Fortunately, they were very light creatures, so no damage came to the structure. The same could not be said, however, for the Flood, which slid down the wall and fell in a heap on the floor. It didn't seem to be moving.

Meanwhile, Ienzo could only sit there and stare at the whole thing.

Only once he was sure that it wasn't going to come back, did Ventus start to relax.

"..H-He's here, i-isn't he?" He was Vanitas of course. A Flood was here, so what was he to think? While Ventus looked scared and like he just wanted to hide, the words out of his mouth contradicted him. "And he's gonna be mad... I - I need to find him!"

"...Look on the plates outside each dormitory room," he said flatly. "They list the people living inside. If Vanitas is here, then he probably is living on either this floor or the one above it."

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This Ven should come with a handle gently sign.

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Sorry I'm so slow ;_;

It's fine <3

/sobs ... and then Ventus flipped out a bit. / and i hope this sounds ok?

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.. I need a better Stockholm icon for Ventus. /o\

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