command decks;

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Today, Ventus is waltzing through the hall on a mission. What kind of mission?

Why, to make a command deck that suits his needs!]

Let's see... two curagas, mine square, firaga, thundaga...

[A beat.]

Tornado! That's it. Now I've just gotta--

[Unfortunately, before Ven can ponder things too long, a large group of Unversed appear, and he immediately summons his Keyblade.]

Alright! How 'bout you try this on for size?

[And then he uses his tornado deck command, creating a fairly tall gust of wind right in the middle of the hall! But hey, at least it picks up all those Unversed, as he moves it around, trying not to knock things over...

...and failing just a little.]

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ WHY WOULD YOU EVER USE THAT IN THE HALLWAY.

Your girlfriend was coming to find you to ask if you wanted some cookies, Ven, but they're getting sucked up by the tornado. 8( At least she hadn't made them. ]

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[OH GOD WHY---

Crap yeah. Ven just...stops controlling the tornado, which spins for a few more seconds before it vanishes, leaving a pile of munny, D-link crystals, and health orbs on the ground.

...Ven's going to hurry up to her now, looking incredibly sheepish.]

...Er. I guess I got carried away, huh?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

I'd say so, yeah. Tornado isn't exactly something you want to use in a hallway...

[ Sigh, her cookies. Oh well, at least there are a lot more where she got them. ]

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[Sob. Now he feels silly.]

I'm sorry, Kairi. They just came outta nowhere, and I just did the first thing that came to mind.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

It's okay, I can understand that.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Anyway, I'm sorry about the cookies. Did you make 'em?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Nah, I didn't, so I don't mind too much. There were a ton more.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Really? D'you think we could go get some?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Mmhm! I think we definitely should.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Well, let's go! I dunno about you, but I'd rather get out of here before more Unversed show up.

[Time to offer his hand to her~]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

[ She takes it, of course~. Though she does wonder if the Unversed would even be a problem, if they showed up while she was there. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Sometimes the fact that she's part-Vanitas slips his mind! Either way, once they get to the kitchen, Ven's keeping his eyes peeled for those cookies.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ There's a big bakery box of them on the table! The box says "Destiny Islands Bakery" on the lid. No wonder she was excited. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Aaah! Now that just makes him grin from ear to ear.]

These're from your world?

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Or at least one like it!

[ They're not her favourite cookies from the bakery back on her DI, but just this much is amazing. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Well, they look pretty good!

[He'll go ahead and grab a few. c:]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

They are!

[ There's even a few different kinds! And she'll be grabbing some to munch on, sitting on the counter. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[If there are any ones with chocolate chunks, he's so grabbing those, as well as any suuuper sugary ones with sprinkles.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ Just take them all why don't you, gosh. But no, there are no doubt a couple like those, at least. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Aw, shucks. He's only taking a couple!]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ She's not worried about him eating them all, don't worry. ]

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[Well, once he's got enough, Ven's gonna sit down and enjoy his munchies.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

They're pretty good, huh?

[ It's funny how normally this would have upset her... but she's slowly getting over not being able to go back to the Islands and all that. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Mhm!

[He'd say more, but he's kinda chewing on his food. Chew, chew, chew, swallow.]

Better than anything I could make, that's for sure.

[He still remembers his failed attempt to make cookies ages ago.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

We'll need to make some at some point.