i'm not strong enough {ventus}

"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Ventus! You can just call me Ven though, everyone does.”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m sixteen, I think… I don’t really remember. But my birthday is May 13th, and I’m affiliated with the Land of Departure – oh, Destiny Islands? Destiny Islands works too.”

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I… I think I need to ask Terra and Aqua first. We’ll see, okay?"

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I guess I’m just really fast. I can do a little magic, but Aqua’s better at it – and Terra’s stronger than me.”

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Umm… Thanks... I guess."

"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five feet and one inch. I’m too short!”
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
“Wha- Wait, hang on! What are you saying? I don’t… I guess I’m really skinny, ‘wiry’ works better, I think. That’s why I’m so light on my feet…” mutter, “( and a pushover )."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"My clothes are kinda similar to my friends’. There are a lot of straps and layers, some armor, and of course the Keyblade Master emblem! Can’t be walking around without that, Master Eraqus always said."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I didn’t know I looked like anyone, huh… Am I famous?! Ventus, remember?" (Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep)

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I... Um… Wait, who had a picture of me?"

"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Oh! I love strawberries. My friends too, and being useful. I guess I dislike Vanitas, Master Xehanort, and the darkness, for a lot of reasons."

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Wait… You know Vanitas and Master Xehanort? Who are you anyway? What are all of these questions for? – Um… I guess I like sneaking out to go look at the stars. Master Eraqus always gets kinda mad when I go out to the hill at night. And a secret… I’m not as innocent as Terra and Aqua think I am.”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"What’s a ‘home dog’? … Describe myself? Like how I act? I’m kinda happy-go-lucky, I guess, or that’s what Aqua says… Terra just calls me an airhead. I’m sure he’s kidding though. Like I told Vanitas, my friends are my power and I’m theirs – even with the teasing."

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Um… You’re kinda suspicious. You still haven’t answered my other question. And you’re kind of creepy…"

"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"D-dancing? I don’t really know how…"

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I – I don’t know. My friends and Master Eraqus are the only family I’ve got, unless you consider Master Xehanort and Vanitas… which I don’t..."

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I think Aqua would hate you, actually. She’s very protective. I had a pet mouse once, but... he ran away."

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"It is terrible! Aqua’s so nice, the people she hates are really bad people. I don’t know what I can say about my life; the world order and all… Uh, Master Xehanort did something really bad to me and that created Vanitas, and he’s hurt my friends… Oh, no! I forgot Master Xehanort was after Terra – I’ve gotta find him! How long have I been asleep? Terra!”

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"About to explode? I have a Potion, will that help? I gotta go look for Terra though..."

name. lightning/flv-llj/a hero, preparing (hero). whatever works.
age. four- oh wait, my birthday was two weeks ago. fifteen.
rp experience. six years now.
rules. thunnnndaga!
rp sample.

Miumi coughed, short and succinct, and too late after the fact Maqui realized he had indeed elbowed the other right in the stomach. Muttering an apology - the silence having settled around them like a stifling quilt, unflinching even when faced with the onslaught of the small peals of his laughter, the night reaching to take back what it had lost so easily - he was again careful to control his breathing, inhaling sharply through his nose in a fashion that could be passed off as a guilt reaction for the thrown elbow, in case his dignity was at stake; and it was, seeing as Miumi hadn't yet shown a reaction to the little exercise in fleeing for one's life.

The other leaned his head on his shoulder, and Maqui arched his neck up to look at the sky, the few stars that were visible between the buildings providing the only other witness to this strange night that he wished would last forever. It was too soon that the comfortable silence was broken again, the other loosening his grip and backing away slightly to speak.

”Maqui… I told you I would protect you… In Archades many people live within these cities but are often very poor. Some resort to mugging as a mean to survive…..

"You don't have to do that," he interjected, furrowing his eyebrows with disappointment at his own incompetence and nearly missing the rest of what the other had to say. "So you didn't know those thugs? Just random pickpockets?" ... feeling incredibly guilty for what he had extrapolated on the run, Maqui felt a bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck and reached up with his gloved hand to brush it away.

Miumi attempted to fake heavy breathing, and had synthesized an overheat response while he wasn't looking (rather convincingly), and while Maqui may have been flattered by this act of sympathy, whatever affection he felt surge was one part compared to his six parts of self-loathing, so really that was incredibly unproductive for anyone. Not that he would say to the other that he had called his bluff, wouldn't have called it if he had done so right away without already having shown off his ability in comparison to Maqui's lack thereof.

Two seconds later found the other with his jacket in hand, Maqui having not noticed how detrimental it was to his cause of cooling down (wonderfully insulated as it was) and the blonde having no idea as to how it happened. But this was quickly becoming routine around the other, enough that it was almost endearing to not be able to perceptively keep up with what was going on around him... as much as he hated it.

”Maqui… if you want I can teach you magic.. It shouldn’t be that hard… .

He blinked. Did he - "Did you - I - You don't have to do that?" Phrasing it as a question to hide his utter ineptness, using both hands this time to ruffle his hair even though he knew he looked like an idiot, Maqui attempted to figure out just how he felt about that offer/request. He'd grown up knowing that magic was evil, a mark of evil and should be treated with nothing but the greatest disgust except in instances of artificial creation via Sanctum Manadrives (which he was, actually, quite trained in using), and to discard that belief was like... discarding his history, his past, his heritage or however you wanted to phrase it to sound dramatic. But really. That's what it felt like.

"Miumi, you would really...?"

That was a pretty damn hard-to-refuse offer, considering the frightening talent he'd borne witness to earlier this eve. If it were to allow him to defend himself and not rely on random acts of kindness - when you boiled it down, that was the only reason he survived that altercation - then yeah, he would consider it.

To hell with that. He'd do it if it let him stand on his own, especially nowadays in this situation when conditions seemed to be ever worsening towards all-out war.

Maqui huffed, crossing his arms as the chill again became apparent.