route_1065 | greatness is what we're on the brink of

Who: Saber/Nero (

autocratic) & Ventus (

wayfinder)
Where: Goldrenod City
When: Early Afternoon
Summary: Nero's got a bit of a surprise for Ventus himself, in return for his gift of a Magikarp. Commence massive derping and awkward.
Rating: PG
Log:

And... it is done!

[ After finally tying the knot of the red ribbon onto the object, Nero chuckles to herself. She holds up the finished product of her most recent project: a Keyblade, as Ventus had shown and described to her a few times. The bow rests on the hilt of the wooden Keyblade, its vibrant red coloring standing out from the grain and brown of the wood.

She just has to puff her chest up in pride. The odd shape of the weapon resonated well with her, and having analyzed his own make of his weapon, it was quite easy to get the general shape down. After all, if she could carve Aestus Estus from her own memory, it was child's play when an actual example is near and on hand.

Nero then proceeds to swing the practice weapon a couple of times, ending with a mild thrust at an invisible opponent before she gives a nod of satisfaction. The weight is good, the durability assured thanks to the quality of wood she searched for around the forests of Goldenrod. There are strings applied where needed to be, but overall, to Ventus, it might as well be indistinguishable from the real thing. ]

An admiral job, Gladius. [ She raises a hand to her faithful Scyther, who gives a small rumble of appreciation as she strokes his head. ] He will find this very pleasing. Ah, I cannot wait to see what reaction he will give.

[ Now she proceeds to whip out her Gear and send a text message to Ventus: ]

Ventus, an urgent matter has arrived that you and I must address. Meet me at the city gates.

[ Storing her Gear after the message is sent, she places the wooden Wayward Wind Behind her back. Good thing the weapon itself is relatively small, and her red, ballroom dress is wide and flamboyant enough that he won't notice. Time to wait. ]

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...No, Xehanort was very different.

[There's something stiff about his countenance as he says the words, selective in his expression. Eraqus was the daylight, and Xehanort was a festering darkness. The difference in how they treated apprentices was vast, and getting to know Vanitas better has only proven this further.

His feelings are expressed well enough by the lack of a "Master" before Xehanort's name, anyhow.

Soon after the words his expression brightens though, allowing a small smile]

Thanks. It really surprised me how fast you could move, Terra hits hard but he's less mobile.

[ "Xehanort. She'll file that name in head for future reference. Judging by his reaction and posture alone, it's clear that this "Master" Ventus didn't think highly of, and - considering his disposition - for good reason.

There were some good and bad Masters, after all. ]

When you say that, I assume this "Terra" wields a weapon similar in length to mine? Tell me: are these "Terra" and "Aqua" your friends?

[Mention of those two will lighten his mood just about any day, and this is no exception. Where there was an utter lack of it when speaking of Xehanort, there's no mistaking the fondness in his tone when it comes to the new subjects of discussion]

That's right. Terra and Aqua are my best friends back home, and they're the closest I've ever been to having a family. Them and Master Eraqus, they mean worlds to me.

...Not that all my friends aren't special, because they are.

[ She lets out a brief chuckle, placing a hand on her hip. ]

Something closer to home is always personally favored, not that it lessens the value of those who are not. In fact, were my Master here with me, my attention would be rather divided into keeping her safe and sound in this world, as any good Servant would do.

Is your job to keep her safe then? I don't know much about what you did back home aside fighting...

[Which she's pretty good at, he'd have to admit]

That, and to cut down any who would dare call them her foes! [ She empathizes this with raising a hand, then quickly curling that into a fist. ]

As I had mentioned once when we first spoke, she and I were participants of the Holy Grail War. I was summoned as her Servant, answering her desperate pleas of help while on the verge of death.

Gosh, so that makes you her hero then.

[And being him, he can say that and mean it. Saving people's heroic after all]

Hah! That is one way to address us as: Legendary Souls, or Heroic Spirits. Though, the way you look upon the event is endearing, Ventus, but I could not just simply allow the person who gave me form to be cut down so quickly before she could even properly fight!

She gave you your shape?

[Not that it isn't a nice shape, but he's trying to imagine what Nero would've been like beforehand]

[ Oh, Ventus... ]

Indeed. As a Servant back in my realm, I was a magical reconstruction of someone long dead, Ventus.

[Whether it's because of what she said or not, he stumbles over some uneven pavement. Luckily he rights himself rather than taking her down with him.

He still looks rather stricken though]

You mean, you died?

[The last word sort of breaks away; the very notion of a friend suffering such a fate is painful]

[ His reaction makes her blink and automatically raise a hand to try and steady him, but when he rights himself... Huh. ]

Correct. Was that not apparent in the terminology of Legendary Souls or Heroic Spirits? [ Pause. ] Do not look like so, Ventus. The matter of my death has been... hah, nearly two thousand years done.

I come from a world called the Land of Departure, people thought I was dead when I told them that. By now...I wouldn't assume those kinds of things.

But no matter how long ago it was, it's still sad to me.

[ You're getting a shake of a head. ] Though your sympathy is endearing, and no doubt you are feeling such because of our companionship... you would be foolish to let that sadness linger on matters you cannot control, involve you, for that matter.

[ She thrusts her arms out, trying to lighten the mood. ] Raise your head and gaze upon me, Ventus! Within Johto, I am pure flesh and blood; passionate, warm, and very much alive!

[He's tempted to ask what happens when she goes home, but it probably wouldn't lead to anything good. Where he's from, no one disappears forever, so the concept of someone being long dead is still abstract and terrible to him.

But if Nero was able to come back as she'd described, she couldn't be entirely gone, could she? If nothing else, he wanted to hope that]

And I'm glad you're here. I guess...even if it's not something I have any say in, I just would've liked to visit you someday, whenever we went back to our own worlds.

[Not that he's going to dwell on it when she just told him to cheer up, and he does his best to brighten his expression]

I'll just treasure the time I have with everyone in this world.

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