This Ven should come with a handle gently sign.

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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!"

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"...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."