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route_10652012-04-15 07:30 pm
autocratic) wrote in route_10652012-04-15 07:30 pm
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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. ]
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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[Not that it isn't a nice shape, but he's trying to imagine what Nero would've been like beforehand]
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Indeed. As a Servant back in my realm, I was a magical reconstruction of someone long dead, Ventus.
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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]
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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.
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But no matter how long ago it was, it's still sad to me.
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[ 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!
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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.