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Fifty-Fifth Keychain - [Action]
[Okay, it's warm. Very very warm. Even for the evening it's hotter than usual...but that doesn't explain why there's a blond boy wandering through the forest without his shoes and without his shirt. True to New Feather nature, the boy's wearing just the white cotton pants as he shuffles along through the forest.
It isn't until he gets to the center of town that he stops, staring at his surroundings with blank eyes. Well, great. None of this is registering.
Attention, Luceti. Would the owners of a blonde derp please come and claim your friend? He's not going anywhere for a while. It's a little too hard to process anything right now.
Is he staring at you? Or you? You seem like someone interesting.]
It isn't until he gets to the center of town that he stops, staring at his surroundings with blank eyes. Well, great. None of this is registering.
Attention, Luceti. Would the owners of a blonde derp please come and claim your friend? He's not going anywhere for a while. It's a little too hard to process anything right now.
Is he staring at you? Or you? You seem like someone interesting.]
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[Blank. Plus, he's being kinda quiet. This is a little weird.]
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Ven...tus? [It's the only thing he can draw a conclusion from, given his discussion with Luke.]
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[This... palm meeting thing is pretty strange, but he doesn't seem to mind. He'll just scratch his head with his other hand.]
Something wrong? You're acting kinda funny...
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Roxas. [He nods slowly, just to affirm that he is Roxas and that is Ventus. Okay.]
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He might as well go along with it.]
So, what're you doing out here?
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Did something happen? You're wearing New Feather clothes.
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Didja get kidnapped?
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No.
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[Then he's got nothing. This is really strange, to say the least.]
D'you remember what this place is?
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[It's what friends do, after all.]
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This place is called Luceti! It's another world, and we're all stuck here. These creepy jerks called the Malnosso experiment on us, but most of the time it's really peaceful.
[He'll start there; no need to throw too much at him at once.]
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[That explains a lot. Poor guy...]
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Did they say anything besides your name?
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[Poor Roxas. If only Ven knew where his house was...]
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[And on the off chance that it's permanent, at least Ven can relate.]
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