Day 002

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Who: Ventus and you!
What: Trying out his imagination.
Where: Twilight Town
When: Daytime
Warnings: possible pie throwing.

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[themshadows]

[Moar darkness. Do not mind this girl who's suddenly there somehow, busy inspecting one of the wooden keyblades.]

...A key.

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[Moar scares-- goodie. He notices her presence a few seconds before she speaks, whirling round and almost summoning the real thing; and feeling pretty stupid for doing so.]

Well, sort of. A Keyblade.

[themshadows]

[The longest stare.]

...Seriously.

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Seriously.

[Say it with him now. Keyblade.]

[themshadows]

[Not yet! She find the idea rather silly.]

Well, at least most people don't expect getting whacked to death with a giant key.

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[...Whacked to-- he flinches, the topic of conversation coming far too close to what he's actually trying to avoid, right now.]

It's not really meant to just bash people over the head...

[themshadows]

[Ven...feels weird. It's a familiar kind of weird, mind you, but it's also the kind of weird that should be impossible, because the only other person who feels like this is Caerwyn.

How on earth can a mortal be pure light?]

So what's it for?

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[Ventus shrugs, thinking for a moment. It can't hurt, right?]

[And so he summons his own keyblade, holding it out for her to see.]

A real Keyblade is special. Not everyone can use one, and each Keyblade can only be wielded by one person. It chooses you. It's augments magic, and has the power to unlock the heart. It...It has a life of it's own.

[He's trying to think back to lazy, summer days. Where Eraqus would lecture them under one of the big oak trees, and he inevitably fell asleep.]

[themshadows]

...I see.

[She can get it. "Unlock the heart" was relatively vague, but she's used to vague -- that's what made things powerful back home, anyway.]

Guess that makes you a special snowflake.

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[Special snowflake. Maybe not for the Keyblade, but-]

Eheh, I guess? I know others who have Keyblades, too.

[themshadows]

Not just that, I mean.

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What d'you mean, not just that?

[He...shifts under her gaze, almost nervous. The people in Promenade all seemed to have such great abilities-- and sometimes that made it hard to hide things. Could...could she tell he wasn't-?]

[themshadows]

A really bright, glowy special snowflake.

[You bet your ass she can tell.]

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[Caught out. Ventus looks utterly alarmed, then defeated. Tired and just plain scared to death. He doesn't want to think it over, why he's like this. Has already spent so much timing thinking about his existence, and how different the reality is from what he'd first thought.]

Please don't tell anyone...

[themshadows]

[...No, she hadn't expected this to be so uncomfortable for Ventus. It makes her feel a little guilty, if only because this wasn't something she had planned on.]

I won't.