Ven + Rise; I don't think life is quite that simple

[restardom]

[ Okay.

Okay.

Rise's encountered a lot in this past year. Kidnapping, yes. Being thrown into a TV, yes. Being forced to face herself as a... well, a stripper and then having to immediately throw herself into a fight against a black hole of a bear, to say nothing of trying to hunt down a killer and--

It's. Been. A lot. And she'd like to think that she's grown stronger for it, that very few things will surprise her anymore. But right now, as she peers out a window of a stupidly tall tower, Rise can honestly admit she's (unhappily) surprised by how she'd gone from home to-- this. There's also an oddly massive amount of brown hair at her feet and shards of what look like a mirror, but nothing else that looks remotely helpful when it comes to dealing with one heck of a drop.

When she focuses, she can feel her Persona, just underneath her skin, comforting. Right. If there's no one else around, maybe she can use Kanzeon to find a viable exit, but for now, Rise braces her hands on the ledge of the window and leans out. ]

Hello?!

Anybody?????

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[salvagedlight]

[What with... everything that had gone on, everything that had to be absorbed, and what they knew of the Organization's plans, it wasn't too surprising that as Riku and Kairi hunted for a way to get Sora back, Master Yen Sid and Mickey had recruited the other Keyblade wielders to act as a patrolling force for all the worlds to make sure that any schemes that had been cooked up weren't going to fester, that the plugs had been pulled on anything that had been lying in wait. And while everyone wanted to go save Sora, as he had saved all the rest of them, this was still a job that needed to be done, that only Keybearers and their trusted allies (aka, Donald and Goofy) could do.]

[Not that they hadn't tried. One day, Ventus had met Roxas and Xion in at the Islands, and the three of them had attempted to use their connections to Sora to trail him like a group of bloodhounds, but the only bits remaining were faint traces that were absolutely no help in this endeavor. For all that they had lived in his heart and were very protective of Sora, as he was of them, they hadn't formed personal connections with him like his best friends had, the bonds that were necessary to link them together more strongly. In time, those would definitely exist, once Sora returned. There just hadn't been enough time after the final battle to establish those permanent links - though Ven would put munny on the fact that once he was back, Roxas would be perfectly willing to kidnap his Other to make sure they would have proper time for that. Well. Deal with that when it happens, he guessed.]

[Mickey had sent him to this world - Corona, he'd been told - because one of the residents had a real possibility of being one of the new Princesses of Light, and that was always something that needed to be kept an eye on. Things always seemed to happen around the Princesses, or to them, even back when he was making his first ventures into world exploration. So Ven had accepted his assignment with a straight back and a nod; this wasn't makework, something to just keep him busy while the stronger fighters went out. This was something necessary. Something important. It was all he ever wanted to do. So he'd gotten as much of a description of the world and the people in it as was possible from Donald and Goofy, activated his (repaired) armor and glider, and sailed off on his first official mission, expecting to sneak in and out in a more subtle manner than Sora could achieve.]

[What he had not expected was a voice calling in probable panic from a tower he'd been assured was deserted.]

What-?

[There's no way whoever the girl is yelling can hear him since flying a glider is in no way silent, but the whoosh of air as he zooms by, spotting long brown hair and a completely understandable hint of panic at just how high the tower is, will probably get her attention. Ven banks around the tower, pulling the glider up in a spin to kill the forward momentum, and winds up hovering about ten feet back from the window and a couple feet higher. When she looks in his direction, he cups both hands around his mouth and yells out to her-]

Back up, I don't want you to get hurt!