[Ven was among the first to turn and bolt across the city at the noise, but lacking the wheels, wings, and hooves that the others had at their disposal put him among the second wave of Heroes to reach the district in question. Between that delay and the confusion of running into Rae on the way over -- she'd heard the commotion and come to find him; after asking her to change out his clothes for his armor, Ven ordered (yes, ordered) her to go home and stay inside, and she hesitantly obeyed -- by then, word had started to spread already. The giant moogle, something about the crystallized Heroes at the hospital...
Assuming the worst, Ven rounded the next street corner at top speed--
--and then stopped so quickly that he nearly tripped over himself.]
Ira--! [And then his voice did the same stumbling act that his body just had, catching in his throat as he noticed the other figure. At first it was simple surprise as he tried to identify the threat -- clearly a threat, if Ira's posture alone was any indication -- but then the way Ven's tension eased up and the grip on his Keyblade went slack said more than anything else.
Wrong, wrong, something was wrong this was very wrong--
His free hand came up to quickly tear his helm free -- the darkness and his visor were messing up his sight, that had to be it -- but that only confirmed what he was looking at; and the mix of shock, concern, and disbelief on his face wasn't the expression of someone ready and willing to fight. Not this time.]
Sora...
[Not again, not another Cloud--]
Sora--! [His gaze shifted quickly to his roommate instead.] Ira, wait!
[If this was the real thing -- not a memory, not a vision, not a fake or a spirit or anything else that this world had already thrown at them -- if this was like Cloud -- then...]
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Assuming the worst, Ven rounded the next street corner at top speed--
--and then stopped so quickly that he nearly tripped over himself.]
Ira--! [And then his voice did the same stumbling act that his body just had, catching in his throat as he noticed the other figure. At first it was simple surprise as he tried to identify the threat -- clearly a threat, if Ira's posture alone was any indication -- but then the way Ven's tension eased up and the grip on his Keyblade went slack said more than anything else.
Wrong, wrong, something was wrong this was very wrong--
His free hand came up to quickly tear his helm free -- the darkness and his visor were messing up his sight, that had to be it -- but that only confirmed what he was looking at; and the mix of shock, concern, and disbelief on his face wasn't the expression of someone ready and willing to fight. Not this time.]
Sora...
[Not again, not another Cloud--]
Sora--! [His gaze shifted quickly to his roommate instead.] Ira, wait!
[If this was the real thing -- not a memory, not a vision, not a fake or a spirit or anything else that this world had already thrown at them -- if this was like Cloud -- then...]