Ventus had awoken with a start, his body tensed with that unpleasant sensation of already knowing that something was amiss before he did. He felt stiff, sore, with the kind of groggy pang in his head that suggested he had overslept by a few unnecessary hours. Even then, he had taken a few minutes to finally get himself together and move -- only to realize that he had no idea where he was.
Neither could he say why he was loosely gripping his Keyblade in one hand, since he didn't remember summoning it, or why he was dressed in clothes he didn't recognize. For a heavy-headed few minutes he couldn't say anything, period, because all of his most recent memories were a broken and scattered blur. Faces, names, and sensations were all he could process for an unnerving moment, and even those were unclear.
But then the moogle arrived. She talked to him, patiently coaxed him out of his dazed spell, and that helped. Within half an hour Ven was on his feet and alert -- more or less.
"Take it easy, kupo!" The moogle grabbed lightly at Ven's sleeve, as if she stood a chance at actually keeping him still. "If you can barely walk, you can't make it to the city yet, kupo! What kind of entrance would it be if you just rolled down the hill the whole way?"
Despite himself, Ven gave a soft laugh. "I guess that'd be the easy way." Mograe huffed indignantly, looking so fed up that Ven quickly apologized. "I'm just kidding," he assured her with a smile. "But I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry." Never mind that he was still avoiding any quick or sudden movements, and would stare absently and solemnly across the temple now and again, deep in thought. There was a lot on his mind, not even including what Mograe had told him about this world and the Heroes and everything else, and it showed.
[02 - Trano Golsaucia]
After speaking to some of the others and getting some more answers (none much more satisfactory than what his moogle supplied), it didn't take Ven long to make his way to the city that had been mentioned. The cold air might have helped his senses, because he was looking and feeling much more clearheaded and energetic by the time he stepped into the city limits, his Keyblade now strapped to his back for the time being.
Despite the enormous question mark that still hovered over everything he'd been told, he couldn't keep a smile off his face as he observed the town and its inhabitants. It was big, it was bustling, it was full of life -- things he couldn't help feeling as though he'd missed out on for far too long. So for now, at least, Ven allowed the present scene to take his attention as he wandered along the street, only half-listening to his moogle as she chatted at his shoulder. He didn't stay long in any one place, or even enter any of the buildings despite his curiosity; he was content to hurry along and simply observe, listen, feel, and be a part of the crowd around him. He felt like he had more energy than he knew what to do with.
[03 - Aqures Ixen, around town a day or two later or whenever I'll roll with it]
If reaching Trano Golsaucia had been a good pick-me-up for Ven's mood, then arriving in Aqures Ixen could be considered a full cure. For all the lingering questions and concerns he still had, he felt much more like himself by the time he stepped into the port -- more smiles, more easy jokes, more chatting with whoever would humor him -- even if a part of him still felt a little vulnerable. He didn't like openly carrying his Keyblade on him like this, but he still hadn't figured out its sudden inability to be dismissed and summoned. It was disconcerting, much like the discovery of his sudden lack of magical prowess, but it was nothing that the cheery sight of another busy city couldn't distract him from for the moment.
Mograe, however, seemed put out when Ven only spared the Castle a passing glance.
"Aren't you curious about it, kupo?" she asked, hurrying to keep up with him when he headed in another direction entirely. She had, after all, prepared a rather well-organized tour speech for when her Hero arrived in the city -- she hadn't expected this much disinterest, even from a kid.
"Hm? Oh -- uh -- sure." He shrugged a shoulder, but his smile was still bright. "You can tell me on the way, right?" His gaze shifted past her, lighting up in curiosity. "Oh, hey, what's that?"
"A Blitzball stadium, kupo."
"Another one? It must be pretty popular here, huh? What's it about?"
Mograe sighed. She should have expected as much from a teenage boy. As she followed him along the street, she could be heard explaining the basics of Blitzball -- and as uninteresting as she personally found the sport, she was still thorough and professional in her explanation. Let it never be said that she didn't take her role seriously.
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Ventus had awoken with a start, his body tensed with that unpleasant sensation of already knowing that something was amiss before he did. He felt stiff, sore, with the kind of groggy pang in his head that suggested he had overslept by a few unnecessary hours. Even then, he had taken a few minutes to finally get himself together and move -- only to realize that he had no idea where he was.
Neither could he say why he was loosely gripping his Keyblade in one hand, since he didn't remember summoning it, or why he was dressed in clothes he didn't recognize. For a heavy-headed few minutes he couldn't say anything, period, because all of his most recent memories were a broken and scattered blur. Faces, names, and sensations were all he could process for an unnerving moment, and even those were unclear.
But then the moogle arrived. She talked to him, patiently coaxed him out of his dazed spell, and that helped. Within half an hour Ven was on his feet and alert -- more or less.
"Take it easy, kupo!" The moogle grabbed lightly at Ven's sleeve, as if she stood a chance at actually keeping him still. "If you can barely walk, you can't make it to the city yet, kupo! What kind of entrance would it be if you just rolled down the hill the whole way?"
Despite himself, Ven gave a soft laugh. "I guess that'd be the easy way." Mograe huffed indignantly, looking so fed up that Ven quickly apologized. "I'm just kidding," he assured her with a smile. "But I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry." Never mind that he was still avoiding any quick or sudden movements, and would stare absently and solemnly across the temple now and again, deep in thought. There was a lot on his mind, not even including what Mograe had told him about this world and the Heroes and everything else, and it showed.
[02 - Trano Golsaucia]
After speaking to some of the others and getting some more answers (none much more satisfactory than what his moogle supplied), it didn't take Ven long to make his way to the city that had been mentioned. The cold air might have helped his senses, because he was looking and feeling much more clearheaded and energetic by the time he stepped into the city limits, his Keyblade now strapped to his back for the time being.
Despite the enormous question mark that still hovered over everything he'd been told, he couldn't keep a smile off his face as he observed the town and its inhabitants. It was big, it was bustling, it was full of life -- things he couldn't help feeling as though he'd missed out on for far too long. So for now, at least, Ven allowed the present scene to take his attention as he wandered along the street, only half-listening to his moogle as she chatted at his shoulder. He didn't stay long in any one place, or even enter any of the buildings despite his curiosity; he was content to hurry along and simply observe, listen, feel, and be a part of the crowd around him. He felt like he had more energy than he knew what to do with.
[03 - Aqures Ixen, around town a day or two later or whenever I'll roll with it]
If reaching Trano Golsaucia had been a good pick-me-up for Ven's mood, then arriving in Aqures Ixen could be considered a full cure. For all the lingering questions and concerns he still had, he felt much more like himself by the time he stepped into the port -- more smiles, more easy jokes, more chatting with whoever would humor him -- even if a part of him still felt a little vulnerable. He didn't like openly carrying his Keyblade on him like this, but he still hadn't figured out its sudden inability to be dismissed and summoned. It was disconcerting, much like the discovery of his sudden lack of magical prowess, but it was nothing that the cheery sight of another busy city couldn't distract him from for the moment.
Mograe, however, seemed put out when Ven only spared the Castle a passing glance.
"Aren't you curious about it, kupo?" she asked, hurrying to keep up with him when he headed in another direction entirely. She had, after all, prepared a rather well-organized tour speech for when her Hero arrived in the city -- she hadn't expected this much disinterest, even from a kid.
"Hm? Oh -- uh -- sure." He shrugged a shoulder, but his smile was still bright. "You can tell me on the way, right?" His gaze shifted past her, lighting up in curiosity. "Oh, hey, what's that?"
"A Blitzball stadium, kupo."
"Another one? It must be pretty popular here, huh? What's it about?"
Mograe sighed. She should have expected as much from a teenage boy. As she followed him along the street, she could be heard explaining the basics of Blitzball -- and as uninteresting as she personally found the sport, she was still thorough and professional in her explanation. Let it never be said that she didn't take her role seriously.