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[A wooden chest makes a terrible racket as it hits the floor. Its clatter echoes down the long hallway its fallen into before dying out, then silence. It's as if the crash never happened, and the chest sits innocently at the corner of two conjoining hallways. If anyone is attentive enough to hear it, the chest begins to make noise again, its metal hinges rattling as if the chest has come back to life and its wooden lungs are gasping for air. There's another moment of rest before the thud of something knocking up against the top of the chest breaks the quiet. The voice of an adolescent girl calls out from within it.]

Hell-llooo!

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[Well, that's not good! Someone stuck inside a chest?

Yeah, here comes captain derp, to the rescue, valiantly carrying his Keyblade in hand to unlock it.]

[Between the sounds of limbs knocking into wood as the chest's prisoner tries to readjust herself inside of it, she hears someone's footsteps and immediately stops struggling to speak to whoever's out there.]

Yuffie, is that you? Go get Cid... or Leon, if he's back! I think this chest is stuck!

Uh, no, I don't think I know any of those guys, ma'am.

Don't worry, though. I'll get you outta there!

[And now, to unlock it with his weapon!]

Oh... okay. Please be careful!

[Hopefully he has more sense than to take a chainsaw to it.]

I will! Don't worry; I've done this before.

[Well, the Keyblade was supposed to be a chainsaw originally--

Anyway, the Keyblade's power should unlock it with ease, allowing her to make her escape.]

[~~Texas Chainsaw Massacre, anyone?~~

The chest pops open, revealing a girl who's gotten herself tangled up in her own limbs from all her squirming. She might look familiar, but unlike most Aeriths who appear here, she's just sixteen. She pulls her ankle out from under her bottom and hangs her leg over the side of the chest while trying to unknot the rest of herself.]

Thank you... I'm Aerith.

[She lifts her face to get a good look at the boy who saved her and is surprised to see what he's holding onto, giving a startled little jump and losing the sandal from the foot hanging out of the chest in the process.]

The key!

[ That voice was familiar. The guard knew that he should watch his step when it came to this new world, and he's only been in the dressing room for exactly twenty three hours, twelve minutes and two seconds. He hesitated at first, but it was easy to use his lance to break the locks with a swift wave. ]

[Pushing her hands up against the roof of the chest, the girl sits up in the chest, peering around at her surroundings. Three years ago, Aerith rarely went a day without seeing the man who now freed her from the chest. Three years ago was the last time she thought she'd ever see him again. Her only explanation is that he must have found another way to escape from Radiant Garden.]

I didn't think we'd have the chance to see each other again. Thank you for saving me.

[ There's a pause. 'The chance to see each other again' implied that they haven't met for a very, very long time. As much as he's already seen strange things during his stay, it still baffled him that the people he knew can turn out different. The first was Braig -- no, Xigbar now, correct? Then Aerith happened. He recalled her being younger, you see.

Dilan extended his hand to help her out. ] A pleasure as always, Aerith. You seem... different. [ Being the word for the moment. ]

[Aerith reaches out her hand, palm pressing against his white glove and fingers curling under the side of his hand for a secure hold on him. She gives him smile of appreciation once she's back on her feet.]

That's because you haven't seen me since I was thirteen! But you know, you haven't changed a bit, from the look of it.

Nice to meet you, Aerith! My name's Ventus, but you can call me Ven.

[He gives a sheepish little smile here and lowers the Keyblade to his side.]

Oh, you mean my Keyblade?

[... oh look, someone just knocked back.]

Who's there?

[Is he really so humble? That Keyblade is possibly the answer to everything. Aerith's initial shock begins to fade, and she gives him a smile as she climbs out of the chest.]

Yes, that weapon. My friends and I have been trying to learn everything we can about it...

[Crouching down and putting her sandal back on, Aerith peeks back up at the boy curiously.]

Ven, is it true? Can the Keyblade really conquer the Darkness?

Aerith. I'm stuck in here.

[Pause.]

What's your name? Can you help me?

I'm Riku! How'd you get in there?

Cid asked me to keep Yuffie out of trouble today, so I was playing hide-and-seek with her. I hid in here, closed the lid, and I think it locked me in.

[She's shoving up against the top of the chest, from the sound of it, but it doesn't take long for her to confirm it's still not budging.]

[have some tiny little fingers poking into that keyhole. mind your eye.. and your nose.]

How d'you get it open?

[Hugging her knees inside the box, Aerith feels him pushing his fingertips against her upper arm. She turns her head like she'll be able to see it, but of course it's too dark to make much of anything out.]

Normally you'd be able to just pull the lid up, but if it's really locked, you'll need to find the key to get it open. It should be a pretty big one. Do you see one out there?

[Aw, shucks. That's kind of a sensitive question for him, but he'll try to explain as best he can.]

Well, the Keyblade isn't really meant for that purpose. It's just meant to protect the worlds. I mean, if conquering the darkness is what it takes to do that, then sure, but Keyblades can be used to hurt people, too.

It really depends on how you use it, and whoever's wielding it, if that makes sense.

I dunno. I'll go look!

[would the key even have traveled with her?]

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