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        “I’ve only been here around a week as well! I think…to be honest this whole thing sort of skews time. Then again, I guess that is the usual side effect of crossing dimensions and time.” She smiled then waved a hand in the air, motioning to nothing really. Then bent her wrist and put it to her chin. “I’d compliment them on their intelligence, but I can’t say I particularly enjoy their methods…”

        The princess looked up at Ven then, wondering if she should even continue talking. It wasn’t like she found someone to talk about the scientific meanings behind everything here on a daily basis. Her hands dropped to her sides then, clutching onto one another behind her back. “Well, as someone who can appreciate science, as far as social experiments go, there are several ways they could have gone about it in a better way. They are smart, but…I mean, my mentor and the greatest wizard to ever live actually came up with a way to travel across dimensions too. Though I think the differences abound in that they didn’t use it for evil, unlike these ‘scientists’. If they were good scientists they would be figuring out a way to help people, wouldn’t they? I would.”

     ❝ I'm sure they're doing it because of some sort of magic as well. I don't think it would be scientifically possible to transport even dead people to a place where they can live, right? ❞ With all the research and magic from his own universe, although little he did know, Ventus knew it was improbable to bring the dead back. If it was, he was sure there was going to be some serious repercussions. 

It’s not unexpected, the twists and turns her new environment provides, but Ayano finds herself taken aback by the absolute vastness of it all. It’s been quite some time since she’d had so much freedom to move — so long, in fact, that she finds it all a little too daunting.

There’s every manner of building and alleyway tucked into this first Sector: shops, apartments, derelict properties hidden side-streets blindspots culdesacs and nothing. It’s dizzying, how much there is to see in this place, and against all odds she finds herself craving the cramped space doled out for her by a more malevolent force.

It’s only in a zig-zagging dead end that she finds any solace, a run-down looking shop the end of the line. It’s covered in clocks from head-to-toe, even on the outside — some are big, some are small, but all of their ticks are in sync. It’s a calming melody she didn’t even know she yearned for.

She finds the company of other not too far off, eyes widening when she realises she’s not alone. So there are people who crave this, too — people who crave it, or people who are just lost.

It’s kind of curious.

'It's a little funny, isn't it?'

'How they can all tick together like that.’

     Even after just a mere month of being stuck in the confines of the city, the blond still had yet to see everything it had to offer. So when he found himself at the end of an alley, staring at an old building that seemed like it was on its last legs, he found himself in awe at all the clocks. Ventus listened to the clocks ticking, something he could only hear due to the silence surrounding them. 

However, if the tap at his shoulder and the following question were any indication, he wasn’t alone in struggling to find his way around the Hive.

        Before she could realise what was happening, she had hit the ground. With a new, real, body she could feel the pain of a human. What a strange, unpleasant feeling that was. Did this person want to hurt her? No, he apologised. What a nice boy. As she was helped up to her feet, she dusted herself off then smiled at the other.

Old habits, huh? He ponders why Ventus would be accustomed to that. The Organization had them waking at early hours, but Roxas discarded much of what tied him to those times. Plus, sleeping in was more fun.

     Ventus eye'd the bike nervously, unsure of what to do. The only form of transportation he'd ridden before was his keyblade glider, and that thing was quite large. Could the two of them really fit onto that bike? The blond clutched the helmet tightly and frowned. ❝ Is it safe? ❞ he asked blatantly, sounding rather lame and realizing this after he had said the words made him flinch slightly. 

The comment causes him to perk out of his daze, and the boy tilts his head. Had he given Ventus reason to think he would forget? Did he seem irresponsible? Maybe Ventus thought he didn’t care about keeping his word? It could be any number of things, but Roxas quiets those—after all, he had no way of knowing for sure. No need to get mad about it. "Right, like I’d forget." he snorts, rolling his eyes, "I don’t forget much if I can help it." and then there’s a small smile as he drops the topic altogether—no need to explain why he didn’t like forgetting things. "I’m surprised you’re up. You a morning person, or something?" he walks on, checking subtly to make sure Ventus was keeping up. He didn’t like calling it ‘babysitting’ because wow that made things more annoying, but he did want to make sure things went well. They reach the end of the curb, where Roxas’ bike stands chained to a light pole. Taking a knee he unlocks it, handing Ventus a helmet in the process.

     Ventus nodded, watching the sky carefully. ❝ I dunno if you can call me a morning person. It's just a habit of mine to wake up super early. I've been up for a couple of hours now, so. ❞ he responded. ❝ Old habits die hard, right? ❞ the blond laughed a little, trying to keep a conversation light and airy was his forte, but he could at least try right? 

     He watched Roxas curiously, taking the helmet from his hands with care. With a small breath of air, Ventus shook his head.  ❝ No I'm not really all that hungry anyway. ❞ he said, shrugging it off with a smile.

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?