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Who: Ventus and you!
What: A confused gander about the city, upon arrival.
Where: Twilight Town
When: Midday
Warnings: Worries and clones.

Ventus is lost...and slightly troubled by the going's on around him, the information he's been given, what he's seen and the holes that still remain. His whole life, a dream?

No, that wasn't quite right. He was stuck

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[nottheshoe]

Okay, call Nike rude She totally is, but she couldn't help but over hear the weird kid talking to himself. Probably a newcomer, considering they had been coming in a steady wave for the past couple of days.

It almost made her sick to think that she'd gotten used to it.

"Presumably, all of it." She interjects obnoxiously."Or, if you believe the crap they feed us, everything outside of this world is a dream and this is reality."

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He wasn't the first newbie, and he wouldn't be the last. Not that Ventus was aware of this point, not right now. For the moment he's more concerned with the fate of the people he knows--knew. Their questionable existence is hanging over his head like a heavy cloud and Nike doesn't help but confirm them.

"But what about the people you dream of?" An interjection as he turns to her, expression almost desperately earnest. "You don't just make up your friends, right?"

[nottheshoe]

"People you dream of--- don't tell me you're buying the whole 'your entire life was a dream' bit." Nike hadn't bought into what ever Promenade was selling, not yet. The things she'd seen, she'd live through, there's no way that was something she dreamed--- that one belief was the small shred of hope keeping her sane. That she would wake up... she'd be able to make things right at home.

But this kid, so willing to question his entire reality? That was a bit unsettling.

"Look, believe what you want. Personally, I think we're being held here as prisoner, in some weird alternate dimension. I don't think I could make up half the people I met in my life time."

As close to encouraging as Nike could get to at the moment.

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"Why would anyone lie about something like that?" A lot of this doesn't hit home right, but the fact is, he'd only just--

Just gotten to the point where everything seemed to be okay. To find out that it isn't is just too much, right now. Hence searching for answers, and stopping to speak to those willing to talk. Even obnoxious ladies who seemed to be a little elitist over their environment.

But she has a good point, one that actually-- makes him smile. Brightly.

"You know, I probably couldn't either. Thanks!" And he holds out a hand for her to shake because that's what you do with ladies. "I'm Ventus."

[nottheshoe]

She takes his hand and shakes it solidly, though giving him something of an exasperated expression under her smile. "Nice to meet ya, too. Name's Nike."

She crosses her arms and tries to think about an answer for the kid that wouldn't break his brain. "Look, don't believe everything that's handed to you here. Most of us are tryin' to figure out what's going on, see if there's a way out. Royalty isn't as nice as they appear."

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If there's anything but a smile there, he doesn't see it. Though once again her words are food for thought, and there's a lot to think over. It seems like he's simply gone from clearing up one part of his life into the next giant mess, but what can he really do about that?

"So how do you tell apart who's telling the truth and who isn't?"

[nottheshoe]

She actually has to think through this answer for quite a bit. It was hard to know who to trust and who to not listen to around here. "The ones who don't think they belong here is a start. There's a lot of citizens who will act like you've been here your entire life but-- I don't really recognize any of them."

Not as her family or anything else of the sort.

"Some of the people who've been captured don't seem to mind it here that much, but for the most part I think most of us aren't happy. So look for the miserable ones." That's said in a bit of a joking manner.

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"Oh." Well it can't hurt being friends with them anyway, right? He'd been recognized on the street a few times, though he hadn't really stopped to chat. This world just needed some getting used to, that's all.

Though the miserable ones- he nods, but doesn't look all too happy with the idea. A joke, what is a joke, really?