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✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─ Huh... how long have it been now, since he’d set foot into Radiant Garden? From glimpse of still in C o n s t r u c t i o n architect, to the Gardens being groomed by busy people. A few gossiping here and there, Ventus had to strain his ears and listened. Gathered a bit of information and gotten a small gist of it. What he’d learnt and hear weren’t exactly the best of things, but the good side was... everything was recovering and being restored.
Radiant Garden fell after the three of them lost to Xehanort that faithful day. A sudden grip of emotion held his heart. ( They should have tried harder!) And then. Worlds being devoured by darkness and this place fell too. Becoming Hollow Bastion . A murky and grimly name for a place that used to be brimming of life and warmth. The people hadn’t really bothered the blond the entire day although, which he was thankful for... with his condition of just awakened.. he would proven to be less than U s e f u l to them. To anyone... and that hurts knowing he wasn’t strong enough. The years of coma induce have a nasty side effect. Exerting too much energy, and his own body would shut down and falls back to slumber. (The thing Ven dreaded the most) .
Sighing out in frustration and D e f e a t . Ventus wanted to wander around a bit... aimlessly walking, not exactly looking where he was heading until-- OOftt! “Ah...” great, eyes ahead Ventus, not day dreaming. The small blond crashed right into someone. “I’m... I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was....” Blinking up from his sheepish apology, the Windy Master blinked once more. Recognition finally lit up in his eyes, melting away any disheartening that day. “Oh, it’s you! We’ve.. met in Radiant Garden before.” Would the taller and older man recognize him? Because he can still recognize that pale blond hair, the rather less than pleased look upon his face. He was... with his apprentice back then.. “You remember right? I’m Ven. Ventus.”
