[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Staring into the flames, Ventus contempulated what went wrong. Besides the obvious, of course. 'They wouldn't listen me. Why? Have I not proven myself a reasonable men, at least to the point that when something causes me to panic, they would take head and listen to my warnings?' He continued to ponder the reason why, until lurkingly came to him in bits and pieces. Putting his hands on his head at the realization, he let out a long, long *Sigh*

'...Damn it all, they don't have my experience with this sort of thing. Most wouldn't know the fear, the pain magical things can bring. Of course they wouldn't listen to me; my warning must been like me spouting nonsense over flowers, when I was really afraid of was what they represent,' Ventus thought, grimancing at his own foolishness. Time was the essense, that was sure, but given the bond between Ralts and his desire to know more about its past, he should have outright told him why he was practically frothing at the mouth in fright.

Taking a deep breath, Ventus gathered his thoughts together and forced them to be still. Exahaling, he stuck a hand in his pockets, and pulled out his flip phone. Flicking it open, he dialed Vincent's number, waiting patiently to connect, before he began to calmly said, "...Hello, Vince. *Sigh* I...apologize for my brazen actions today, but for what trouble I caused, I did so with the best intensions. Ones that you are interested in, I take it, given he out of character I was being? If I have not completely burn my bridge with you, I'd be willing to explain why I acted in such a...demented way." Ventus gave him directions to were they were camping, and was about to hang up, when he stopped. "....It cowardous for me to say, but If you could, can you tell Nathan I'm sorry? I understand more than he thinks about his connection with Ralts, and I be more than happy to help...if he would let me." *Click*