Seventeenth Shooting Star - voice;

[risingwinds]

[Ever since Vanitas moved in, Ven's had a lot on his mind. Taking in the same guy who nearly killed a lot of his friends, took over his body, and caused general chaos isn't something most people would even consider

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[fictionalniece]

There was a big bully at my school once. Once I was through with 'im, he turned out to be a real saint.

[fictionalniece]

He's blind? Hm... Maybe you can blindfold yourself to make it fair. Or there's pin the tail on the donkey.

[risingwinds]

I guess that could work.

[Pin the tail on the...]

He'd probably think it's silly, but it'd probably be good for him.

[fictionalniece]

You think? [She was totally joking with that one.] Might be kind of a bummer if you can't see if you actually won or not, though. Or where the donkey is in the first place.

By the way, my name's Jade. What's yours?

[risingwinds]

Yeah, but it's still something to do. He's been kinda bored lately. [A beat.] But he'd probably like it better if he pinned it onto a living target.

[Oh, Vanitas. Such a pain lover.]

Anyway, my name's Ventus! Call me Ven.

[fictionalniece]

Uh... Maybe you'd better save it for when he's a little less stab-happy, then.

Nice to meetcha, Ven. You must be pretty swell, goin' this far for this guy.

[risingwinds]

That's what I'm thinking. Maybe I can get him to listen to music, though. It'd give him something to do.

[A beat.]

Thanks, Jade. I just wanna do what I can, since he's my responsibility now. If it can keep my friends safe at the same time, I don't mind working with him.

[fictionalniece]

But y'know. Just 'cause he can't see, doesn't mean he has to sit in and be a boring butt. He just needs to be... handicapable!

[risingwinds]

I've been trying to get him to pick up a few hobbies, but he's been really stubborn about it. Vanitas won't even listen to music, and I think that'd be a great place to start.

[fictionalniece]

He doesn't like any music? At all? [Weird.]

Well... They've also got those book on tape things too, but he doesn't sound like the bookish type.

[risingwinds]

He doesn't wanna give it a chance. I guess he thinks all music is too happy or peaceful.

[A beat.]

And the only way he'd listen to books on tape is if they were dark. Maybe tragedies.

[fictionalniece]

That's because he hasn't experienced the wild, soul-slammin' beats of Zed Leppelin, or gone for a kick with the Red Hot Bell Peppers. It's just too bad I don't have my tunes with me here.

I'd recommend some books, but the ones they make us read in school are kind of PG.

[risingwinds]

Well, maybe they've got some CDs in one of the shops.

[He's tempted to look.]

But that's okay. Almost all the books I had to read had to do with different worlds and my training.

[fictionalniece]

You think they'll have 'em? I bet the selection would be out of this world. Literally.

So you're really up-to-date with this whole multi-world shindig, huh? Wish they taught us stuff like that in school.

[risingwinds]

Well, I had a special kinda 'school,' if you really wanna call it that. I was being trained as a Keyblade Apprentice-- basically somebody who's supposed to protect all the worlds.

[fictionalniece]

So you're like... a galactic soldier? Or maybe a universal crimefighter! [THAT SOUNDS SO MUCH AWESOMER THAN GRADE SCHOOL.]