[It's been a while since Ventus woke up in this strange town, but he hasn't gone far or done much since. For a bit, he didn't go anywhere, or do anything besides hoist himself up to sit on the edge of the fountain, staring silently at the surrounding town, the buildings, the people passing by, as if in a daze.
He partially is. His mind is a hazy mess of memories, some recent and some old; some crystal clear, some jumbled and foggy. It would be enough to alarm most people, but Ventus isn't too worried. He knows in his heart, at least, that the recent past is nothing to be alarmed at, and that's enough for him to keep a level head. It's the present that warrants questions and concern and investigation. Even so, he doesn't hurry to explore or talk to any of the townspeople or discern what world this is just yet. He wanders the town center for a half hour or so, listening to the local talk and getting his legs back (all of him feels so stiff, even a little groggy), but soon makes his way beyond the edge of the town to the beach. He stands just above the shore and stares out, feeling the breeze and squinting slightly in the bright sun and thinking and... living. Awake. He's awake. Alive.
Not all of it's clear, but he knows something's amiss. He's not where he should be, he's not with who he should be... but for the moment, that's okay.
Anyone passing by might notice a familiar?? teenager standing on the sand and staring out at the waves, a distant, sad smile on his face. At his side, he clutches a glass trinket of some kind, but he's otherwise absorbed in the sight, or maybe a memory.]
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He partially is. His mind is a hazy mess of memories, some recent and some old; some crystal clear, some jumbled and foggy. It would be enough to alarm most people, but Ventus isn't too worried. He knows in his heart, at least, that the recent past is nothing to be alarmed at, and that's enough for him to keep a level head. It's the present that warrants questions and concern and investigation. Even so, he doesn't hurry to explore or talk to any of the townspeople or discern what world this is just yet. He wanders the town center for a half hour or so, listening to the local talk and getting his legs back (all of him feels so stiff, even a little groggy), but soon makes his way beyond the edge of the town to the beach. He stands just above the shore and stares out, feeling the breeze and squinting slightly in the bright sun and thinking and... living. Awake. He's awake. Alive.
Not all of it's clear, but he knows something's amiss. He's not where he should be, he's not with who he should be... but for the moment, that's okay.
Anyone passing by might notice a
familiar??teenager standing on the sand and staring out at the waves, a distant, sad smile on his face. At his side, he clutches a glass trinket of some kind, but he's otherwise absorbed in the sight, or maybe a memory.]