#tenaxpurius

      Vanille glared herself down in the bathroom mirror. Her icy blue and white dress fit so perfectly on her it was almost scary. Guess Namine and I are the same size. Her make-up was done, though her hair was the same as ever - she refused to let anyone touch her pigtails, as they were sort of a trade-mark for her. The light above her caused the sparkles from her dress to reflect all around the room. Gosh, did Vanille look elegant. First she turned right, then left, then all the way around. She fiddled with her hair a bit awkwardly - even her sun-shaped earrings, which she always kept on. Her fingers lingered there for a few moments before she gave up on whatever her intentions were and collapsed with her arms and head on the counter.

      "Lightning's probably been waiting for me for the longest time," she grumbled. Everyone else had already gone to the ball - she was the last. It was just the nerves, of course. Never before had she dared going to things like this without Fang. It would seem silly that almost everything she passed by or thought of reminded her of Fang - except that Fang was really the only thing she knew. Growing up with her, living with her - while she had other friends, she very rarely spent time with them without Fang. Vanille sighed. I wish she were here.

      "I don't wanna goooooooo..." She said out loud.

      She imagined Fang's response. Ahh ahh ahh. The imaginary Fang wagged her finger at the girl. None of that. You're going, and you're gonna have a good time.

      "I know, but-"

      No 'but's. You'll be fine. Light'll take care of ya.

      "I guess so. Okay, I'll go..." Vanille sighed heavily. "You're always right, Fang."

      Course I am. Now scurry on over there. Bet she's been waitin' on you for years now.

I play the flute.

I was in Marching band for 3 years and I was a member of the color guard.

I can spin rifle.

I went to college early, starting my junior year of high school through a special program. I failed and went back to high school  my senior year, taking a college course that summer. I got the weirdest stares.

Ventus was feeling hungry, yes, quite hungry. He yearned for that delicious behemoth steak that Vanille had fed to him so long ago. Yet, he hadn’t the faintest clue where she had gone, or whence she came. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his belly, dreaming of the over-salted, tender meat.

“I want some steak,” he whined. A flash of light revealed his keyblade once more. He stared at it, calling out to Vanille with his heart. I wonder, if it’d work for something like this. Ven’s eyebrows bent in concentration as he focused the light in his heart. Vanille’s…steak!

A portal appeared. Bingo! With a grin, he leapt through, ready to explore Vanille’s home.

The moment Ven arrived in the new world, he realized he’d made the biggest mistake he ever could’ve made. Dreaming of behemoth steak had brought him face to face with the biggest, ugliest monster he’d ever seen in his life. His heart dropped to his stomach: A behemoth! The beast roared as loud as it could. He dodged a claw, leaping back, trying desperately to gain his bearings. Where was he?

He looked around and saw cracks and crevices all around. The twisted landscape had shifted the land, leaving deep gashes in the ground and impossibly high cliffs. In the distance, floating in the sky was the largest moon Ven had ever seen. The way it floated, it looked like it was above the surface rather than in space.