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[Ven came to this world looking for Terra, but he was finding it more difficult to navigate than most. It was so much larger than any other world he had visited before and much, much stranger. The technology managed to be both primitive and advanced at the same time and the people were oddly oblivious about any and all forms of magic. No one he had spoken to seemed to know anything about Terra or where he could find him. Most people spoke to him stiffly, eyeing him with an amused sort of caution that he'd never received from others on any other world before this one.

Beyond that there just seemed to be so many people in desperate need of assistance. People on the streets who looked lost and alone. People struggling to keep the light inside of themselves alive. It was heartbreaking to see and he tried to do the best he could for those people. He'd give them a few bills of the local currency, offer a smile and a kind word. Just something to brighten their day and maybe make things feel a little less hopeless for once.

Ven might have come here to look for Terra, but it was his duty as a wielder of a Keyblade to help those in need and so far from what he'd seen there were a lot of people here in need of help. A little bit of money was nothing in the grand scheme of things and it was something he could very easily earn back with time. With as much suffering as he had seen on the street it was also no surprise that this particular world was a hotbed for the Unversed. There was plenty he could do here to help and it seemed like it would take more time than usual to find any leads on where Terra could have gone.

So when another seemingly lost soul on the street stopped him to ask for some spare change, he thought nothing of it. The man all but spilled his life story to him and though it was sobering to listen to, he was happy to hear the tale if it would help bring this man some peace. He was very ill, the man had told him. He needed money for medicine and food. Surely, Ventus could spare some money to help him? A few hundred yen was the least he could do for someone who seemed to have suffered enough indignities as it was, so it was with a genial smile and a firm nod that he once again reached for his steadily emptying wallet.]